letra de departure – ataraxia

“i don’t mind the harmony of waters
i’m looking nothing but dissonances
something more than perfection
crossing the narrow arch
that i know”

[p*ssage from s. quasimodo]

even today
we found a treasure
we found the masks
but nothing of what was found here
will be sent-away
or fall in wrong hands

[inscription found in a deserted lunatic asylum]

- letras de ataraxia