I'm not in a state of confusão; if anything, I'm actually feeling unusually clear. But I have been, and will be again, in a state of confusão. And so, while I can't at the moment do justice to the incredible Polish journalist/travel writer/philosopher/poet Ryszard Kapuściński (1932-2007), this link should whet your appetite. And for now, here's a tiny sample of his work:
"Confusão is a good word, a synthesis word, an everything word. In
Confusão is a state of absolute disorientation. People who have found themselves on the inside of confusão can’t comprehend what is going on around them or in themselves. Nor can they explain specifically what caused this particular state of confusão. There are carriers who spread confusão, and others must beware, though this is difficult because literally any person can at any moment become a perpetrator of confusão, even against his will. By confusão we also understand our own states of perplexity and helplessness. We see confusão raging around us and can’t do anything to stop it…The best thing is to act slowly and wait. After a while confusão loses energy, weakens, vanishes. We emerge from a state of confusão exhausted, but somehow satisfied that we have managed to survive. We start gathering strength for the next confusão."
--Ryszard Kapuściński, from Another Day of Life