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"Emerge do fruto sacrossanto o embrião de toda loucura, prazer e instinto. Tudo que surge do homem também se origina no não-homem: a sombra, o negado, a escuridão. Ainda que sombras apolíneas cubram a alma em esplendor, é pelos poros, em sutil murmúrio, que as sombras dionisíacas reivindicam o ser.”

I'm the thing you see others scorn.

In your deepest projections, I'm reborn.

If you refuse to see me, I'll find a way.

Through others, through nightmares, I sway.

I become the embodiment of your shadow's trace,

I'm your decay, instinct and disgrace.

I am eternal return, your damned repetition,

You can't deny the vastness of insanity’s dimension.

Fear of the soul seeks to subdue the desire,

But it seeps through every pore, like dionysian fire.

I become the embodiment of your shadow’s trace,

I'm your decay, instinct and disgrace.

DIONYSIAN SHADOWS