"In the solitude of my room, I kept thousand of secrets . I went through the night as a sleepwalker Suspended in life's trapezes. Swinging like an acrobat at the fate's circus. I open like ethereal sphere in the universe of my mind. I sing my decay as a sad man. I lie down on the hurt's neck through space around me. Crawling through the ether the invisible multiform eyes of yours drown me, a stupid, a seizure of my feelings. The night reigns around me. " - Furnace, Roraima Alves da Costa