Thinking about life, I caught myself asking stupid questions about people.
And I realized that, maybe, I am no different from them.
Critical thinking is fundamental everywhere.
You can be like a falcon, and still hunt voraciously.
This brings me down: recognizing myself like this.
The fury of a jaguar is born from the spring of a river,
with voracity, powerlessness and a desire for justice.
The fury of a jaguar can be born from a spring green as jade,
but still mix with the brown of the earth.
I think that every human being deserves to recognize themselves deeply.
The sky is not going to open.
There will be no fireworks.
There are only lost people here, trying to find themselves.
Sometimes I think about a simple life.
Living on a farm, watching the fields around me.
It would be something that would bring peace.
Far from judgments, far from negative thoughts.
I feel down now, for being like everyone else.
The fury of a jaguar, the hunt of a falcon.
The jade-green spring merging into the earth.
From the green spring, a jaguar rises at the top.
All we want is to know who we really are.
All we want, and have always wanted, is to know who we really are.
The Fury of a Jaguar.
Judson Kaique 08/03/2026