5 in 5 — Day 3
Ways to find yourself.
I really love reading, watching movies and listening to music. Those have a deep meaning to me and to who I am. Still with the concept of ‘FINDING’, I searched into books and I met my favorite Poem, from the Brazilian author, Mário Quintana.
“Da vez primeira em que me assassinaram,
Perdi um jeito de sorrir que eu tinha.
Depois, a cada vez que me mataram,
Foram levando qualquer coisa minha.
Hoje, dos meu cadáveres eu sou
O mais desnudo, o que não tem mais nada.
Arde um toco de Vela amarelada,
Como único bem que me ficou.
Vinde! Corvos, chacais, ladrões de estrada!
Pois dessa mão avaramente adunca
Não haverão de arracar a luz sagrada!
Aves da noite! Asas do horror! Voejai!
Que a luz trêmula e triste como um ai,
A luz de um morto não se apaga nunca!”
I’ll translate it:
“The first time I was murdered,
I lost a way to smile I had.
Then one in every time they killed me,
It was flying anything of mine.
Today, from many corpses I am,
The most naked, which has nothing else.
Burns a stump of a yellow candle,
As the only good that stayed with me.Come on! Crows, jackals, highway robbers!
For of this hand miserly
There is no sacred light washer!
Birds of the Night! Wings make horror! Voyeur!
May the light tremble and sad as there,
The light of a dead man never goes out!”
For that I took my favorite verse, and took it into a drawing. I forgot taking pictures of this process, but I painted black a page which already had some other drawing I have started, never liked it and never finished it. I’ve learned that along with the concept of “finding yourself”, you are able and should adapt, change, overcome.




This was the final result.
The quote says: “Burns a stump of a yellow candle,
As the only good that stayed with me”.
