Deja Vu

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Jealousy

All I Ever Had Was You

Strawberry Sweet

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My Mind Is A Topology (Symphonic Version)

Opening Invocation (Spoken, whispered with rising orchestral hum)
My mind is a topology…
from the way I think of me,
to the difference between me—
where one state starts, another plagiarizes another.
After a while, or so, I slow to a flow
that underestimates my expectations.

Interlude (strings swell, soft piano arpeggios)
From here, after a while,
even time remembers to rehearse time’s universal verse.
After a moment or so
you’ll feel the difference take you away from your indifferences.

Verse 1 (sung, airy female vocal with male echo)
Don’t ask me where my mind begins,
it has no edge, no walls, no skin.
It loops, it folds, it climbs, it bends,
a Möbius strip that never ends.

Bridge A (spoken, layered over shimmering synths)
Between here and now…
become your reckoning’s awakening.
Between the differences in the scene—
mind the scenery.

Chorus (full choir with strings & brass)
🎶 My mind is a topology—
not a thought, but the shape of me.
Not a dot on a chart, but a field in bloom,
where memory curves and futures loom. 🎶

Verse 2 (sung, more intense, drums and bass enter)
Thoughts aren’t lines, they spiral wide,
through folded space where selves collide.
You try to map me, I shift phase,
a conscious knot through quantum haze.

Bridge B (spoken, almost prophetic, with orchestra surging beneath)
After you become the differences between time,
invite your mind to remind you of now.
Each idea… a torsion twist.
Each belief… a surface shift.
What I am is not where I’ve been—
it’s how I’ve curved what lies within.

Chorus (repeated, soaring with gospel choir textures)
🎶 My mind is a topology—
laced with light and anomaly.
So don’t seek truth in what you see—
seek the fold… and find me free. 🎶

Final Spoken Word (over fading orchestra, strings dissolving into silence)
Life after thought is a topology too—
from difference to difference, from now to now.
After a while, the spiral becomes the song.
After a moment, the song becomes the mind.
And the mind… becomes free.

Times Universal Verse

Chove devagar no telhado da cidade,

Teu hoodie cheira a canela e ao mar.

Ficas no sofá sem pressa nem vontade,

De ir embora — deixa o mundo esperar.

Dizes “calma”, eu digo “tanto faz”;

Se é contigo, o tempo volta atrás.

Deixa ficar, devagar,

Põe o coração no modo lunar;

Fica a cantar, sem falar,

Que o teu abraço sabe explicar.

Devagar (Slowly)

Chapter 2 – The Silent Heaven
Elohim watches unseen, eyes like still waters over a world gone astray. The lords of the books, priests, scribes, judges of corrupted law, cast their verdicts without mercy, condemning innocence. Children starve in shadowed streets, prayers echo unheard, and the Divine laments. Yet the veil is thinning; the hour will come when every deception is exposed, and shame falls upon the false.

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