The Erinyes are a sharp pick for memory. In Aeschylus they don't let go until the debt is settled, and the refrain here comes back word for word, like something counting what's owed.
Eternal Madness.
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The Erinyes are a sharp pick for memory. In Aeschylus they don't let go until the debt is settled, and the refrain here comes back word for word, like something counting what's owed.
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I was remembering a beautiful song I heard when I was just a child.
I was remembering a sad movie I watched as a child.
Time goes by, but the feelings remain.
No sun, no moon, just living an eternal madness.
I read books by Clarice Lispector, which captivate me but also sadden me.
The time I wasted condemns me. A life that shouldn't exist nor be lived.
Anguish comes before anxiety and the fear of the unknown.
I go through nights looking for peace, an embrace from the shadows; each night, a different nightmare.
No sun, no moon, just living an eternal madness.
Just living in an eternal stagnation.
No sun, no moon, just living an eternal madness. Feeling so imposing and so tiny as an ant.
There are memories, and they will haunt you and condemn you like the Erinyes. The sun rises, but with its "death," the moon arrives. Enjoying these periods, thinking of the best and worst moments.
No sun, no moon, just living an eternal madness.
There are memories that always come back, memories that will drown you in a deep ocean.
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The Erinyes are a sharp pick for memory. In Aeschylus they don't let go until the debt is settled, and the refrain here comes back word for word, like something counting what's owed.
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I was remembering a beautiful song I heard when I was just a child.