Deconstructivism. Now go for a while, shutt off to the world, shutt off to all, I'm yours. I'm constantly stepping on your name. Better be humble to the outside, where dead leaves, they all blow, before they had died they had trees to hang on their hopes. I'll love you always, even when iIsay that you distract me. I'll just seat out at night in some strange place. Well, I would like to think that I am the mess you'd wear with pride. Maybe I will tell you sometime, but I will wait... for you to come down, where you will find me, where we will shine. If I am lost it's only for a little while. Why can't you see that nature has its way of warning me, eyes open wide looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye. O Góis.