Month: May 2015
My best pupil
Philosophy of the Mind
Do you would like to know how a walking cloud deals with the lanes around a journey with faith? Well if we go slow, the move is always pure as fresh water from the highest mountain. Then we can trust our mood and revamp everything with the gather of contemplation and thought, after that we can count clouds in our own way of selecting journeys upon peace.
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Eduardo Alexandre Pinto, an excerpt
People
prefer to live according to games without frontiers rather than to accept
truth. I
could
observe it for a long period of time with professional bandits being in or out
of the
governments
list. In fact there is a list organized by the same people which ask me for
support.
It is something sick and sad.
The
world is filled with extreme severity, to change this reality takes many of the
superimpositions
on which people are devoted and this irrationality leads the same
world
of people into a misrepresentation of the social intercourse, then the wars,
some
small,
some huge, tough the events are real as the misery in human relations. Envy is
accepted
and adored, the examples are too many, look at the top of everything related to
consume
even in books and you will understand why society tends to put people
indoors.
One musician David Byrne said that Poetry was on the streets, it is easy
because
he never skin himself alive to save people from the actual state of societies
and
their
behavior. My role is to explain at the same time that I must save myself from
this
sick
fever that my naked intuition that acts worldly like a boomerang. I can feel
it.
To
calculate and to organize the things as manners of many decals of a certain
anxiety
which
lead me to think about the rush of the necessary changes as chances to obtain a
release
so similar into what Jews went through. Is difficult to attend beauty in this
way,
I
can recall my former relations and drink from their best while the late night
bath was a
way
to induce me into more thinking. It is thinking that commands my life. It is
one
friendly
command as it seduces the work of many people´s anxieties and in this way I
can
understand on how and by a proper method I can regain the calm which had went
into
the body as engine of reason. Once I wrote about instinct and reason and I can
related
them into the facts that my father went through in Mozambique when he could
not
see the enemy. If the talking is right then the results are also good. Meaning
the
understanding
of the ego nudity in the realm of its movement and by the activity on the
conscious
rational and on the sub conscious level; the equilibrium on the deepest form
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when
men and women are deep, honest, gentle is the gain for the future. To
understand
the
anger on each of us despite the civilization threads is important.
What
I had learned from this day, was that all the former notes had a reason to be
written
and I also understood how Subtilitis can be endorsed as the role of an author.
Sexuality
is far as the love as well while the fascists occupy their seats and the people
clap
like bozos with no plankton because it is gone, I can collect my health, the
wolf
eyes
up on every mountain and leaving another dream for tomorrow.
I
have prosthesis but I don´t use her because in this way no girl will like me
though I
seek
and believe that there must be a woman on which I can love on its full length
and I
will
seek till the end of my existence and not like a character of a movie but as a
real
person.
I
used to smoke one cigarette every week at my high school, I felt great, I was
seated at
one
rectangular stone, the perception of the world was pure, and maybe someone had
felt
her, since I had one nymph from one street that surrounds the lyceum as one
unknown
figure from the same street friend of a fake friend called Alexandra Parrado
that
like Carlos Parreira, both were never in touch with my realm with continuity.
Loyalty
seems to be erased in the name of the immediate fucks and economy.
I
am feeling good things from the world, small but huge as living examples of
moral
beauty.
While the mean try to attack each day, resistance holds with a reckless
determination,
justice will be done with the necessary courage and resistance against the
Ming
and the Yo-Yo people, always up and down especially when you’re happy to
show
your joiedevivre; at this stage they want everything and the opposite they
disregard
with great cruelty as beasts they are.
I
wonder why the book, ´Fury on Earth´ by Myron Sharaf is out of the archives of
San
Tiago cliff is one of the most inspiring places on which I have been and felt,
with
people
and alone. There was a road from there into Escurquela, once I and my father
crossed
this road on a green Mercedes with a goat on the backseat. It was a hot day.
Sometimes
I have to be cautious like San Tiago and take a rest from all the flying
Dutchmen
and the swindlers of the station where the station stopped like in Viseu, a
land
of fascists.
My
tribute to Mr. Curt Bois a refined gentleman who taught into Cassiel what is the
role
of
the narrator of humankind, so solemn and humble. I remember how a senior got
rid
of
3 skinheads inside a train. I personally change from carriage to carriage by
instinct.
Also
14 years ago I could point my penis into the driver head toward the future on
the
way
to Sintra. I made a thunder operation in the year of 1991 or 1992 into Queluz.
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Eliza
was the lover of my Grand-Father, she had worked for Mr. Orlando Ferreira and
his
wife Mrs Maria Teresa and she is been so bad treated by his relatives at Rua
General
Taborda,
number 15, second floor. I know her house, she a kind woman. The Dalmatian
called
Egas which I used to walk with Raquel died.
Raquel
is one distant cousin that I had love. We use to play in full joy. I miss her.
The
last
time I saw her, she was in her room. She has delicate eyes and manners, elegant
and
beautiful.
For years I thought of her. There were more children on which we all played
together
in happiness. Marco fell in the tank of my Great-Uncle Miguel. Uncle Miguel
was
a beautiful man, he used to lie down on a long chair to relax and him and his
wife,
Mrs.
Cassilda used to drive a blue Wolskwagen into the Vila Real and everybody in
Lugar
da Coutada, especially the kids, my friends, were happy. Everybody looked with
astonished
to their departure. Magic times, of course the danger was immanent and the
pigs
came to stay. Once he pointed at us a riffle because we the kids were eating
the
Golden
kind of so many apples in his lands that were from my Grand Father. He felt
bad
once, he told to Mr. Avelino, our neighbor, the father of Marco and Cristina
(his
wife
is called Emília, a kind and good cooker, I have good memories of them, despite
what
had happened later with the European money; but the fact is that he died and
Cassilda
stayed alone sewing with the women from Coutada. In 1994, my Grand-
Mother
died. I remember the yellow car from their relatives. At the funeral of my
Grand-Mother
my aunt could not stand and stayed at Pedregal. Zé Duarte blessed, my
cousin
Amândio (which abused from me, to have land for cheap price to build a house),
at
the same time my cousin Fausto died after scorning at me in a good way. The
father
of
Zé Duarte was known as Couratas, he had a gun as well as Mr. Frias. My father
had a
Mouser,
so it was told me by him. Probably yes and he should and so should I.
I
brought my room from Tapados into Santo António da Caparica.
There
must be a living person in the world which whom I can make close contact. I am
in
love with a woman which has 200 years and having a good friend being a science
man
which died in 1957.
I
guess I still can hold the dawn like I did between 1991 and 1994 in here.
Cristina
Ventura Arias, wrote me as dedication of ´The Myth of Sisyphus´ by Albert
Camus,
the following:
Sísifo
estaba condenado a subir una montaña con una gran pedra, durante toda la
eternidad.
Es un mito, pero como todo mito tiene una parte de verdad a la que el hombre
está
condenado a combatir. Hay que combatir las coordenadas de Sísifo y hay que
dejar
de
esperar a Godot. Te dedico este libro, por seres buen guerrero.
Muchos
besos de tu amiga Cristina.
Madrid,
Junio 2010
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Once
Alexander met Carlos Paião at the subway station of Roma in Lisbon, later he
died
in a car accident on the way to the North.
Alexander
was completely alone since around 1:30 am from Galicia till 4:45 am, in the
heart
of the Galician mountains where he could take care of big horses as good
friends
in
the year of 1997, April. When he arrived at a small village a good woman served
him
a
coffee, he ate chocolate and smoked Spanish cigarettes. He saw on TV, Saramago,
in
June
both met at Parque Eduardo VII.
Alex
saw a girl at Marquês de Pombal, she was brave kind, they looked at each other.
I
remember the prostitute which said that my penis was pretty. I had many
prostitute
friends,
one used to salute me when I was 12 on the way to my high school. She was
kind.
Later I met one that took me into Casal Ventoso which I knew from the frequent
visits
of Miguel Ângelo, with him I was not scared, later I went with Sara a bisexual
girlfriend
from Leiria.
I
guess I belong into the world. What can I do is got me big, black, yellow,
green as
blue
too.
Chapter
VIII
A
Growing Saying Before the Fall
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I
could prove today into myself after about 17 hours that my poetical condition
is well.
Somehow
I am conspicuous since the beginning.
The
danger on today’s societies is not only the full extension of control, I will
lead this
thought
open into the reader.
My
mother used to call me, ´o miúdo da bica´.
I
have never had a hometown. I was doing things like doing love like a fool, I
guess I
am
inside new and old times as a glorified feature on my soul and probably I had
recaptured
my personal youth through consistent work all around and always inside as
far
as I can be.
Daniel
a German boy was using a hatchet, I was in stress, suddenly my aunt Leonor
called
on the edge of a racking feeling. We ate together, smoked together, then
another
German
boy which drove told me about him and aside me on the backseat, two young
German
boys were caressing their fingers with their guitars. I was looking to the
landscape,
I could see the sea. I am made of many rivers, once I got a phone call from
the
Nile.
Alexander,
I am wondering about eternity as if writing would be the right way.
In
June of 2008 at the front of Station de Francia in Barcelona, one woman in a
motorbike
had an accident, the paramedics appeared in less than 5 minutes. She was
bleeding,
I watched the medical procedures and then went for a walk where I found a
web
coffee, I met there one American cheater and one Australian cheater, both
women.
Again
the same existential exhaustion, it comes and goes like the will into
sexuality.
Last
night I fell asleep naked, some people had block me from masturbation.
It
is almost sunset, I saw them in so many places like they would be felt like my
post
box
in Tapados de Baixo where I have received one postcard from Ana Cristina.
So
many things happened since I met Bárbara, I see myself writing under the April
Skies,
under the April sun. Sometimes it rains when I am furious. The thunders in
Escurquela
that my father felt. He used to bath on the tank, I saw him once naked.
Alexander
used to wash himself near the fountain. All the interval of time from the
events
that took place were the irrational behavior of social envy and social fear,
either
by
individuals either by organized. Wilhelm Reich was right, he did not feared to
go
ahead
despite of Freud´s sense of guilt and fear. I had fear because I am involved in
so
many
things and they come like a boomerang and the vice versa effect.
A
judge and a psychiatrist were the last beautiful women on whom I had to face, I
wonder
what they are doing now. Wish to find my personal sand.
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Alexander
likes risk, only this way he can feel the adrenaline inherent to his nature. He
used to go far to play football at every place, he played for 22 years in all positions. His
favorite
shirt had a question mark in green. His favorite chemise is grey, this chemise
follows
his adventures for more than 15 years. He needs a bonnet now.
Dona
Maria Helena, known to be the wife of the Judge liked cats, she challenged the
owner
of a garage bravely. She died at the phone. We were friends. She was similar to
Ingrid
Bergman.
Seldom
my infinite intelligence provides me many questions like the Leipzig emptiness
where
a Chinese female voice was inside me.
Sometimes
I wake myself and awake the gain of living as my generous sempiternal
feelings.
Today for example, 23 years later and again I proved into my philosophy
teacher
that I was right on the second discussion between both and that was about the
hermit
situation; a hermit can cure himself.
I
think that the sea smiles.
Museums
do smile they are the rejuvenation of time as virgins and children are.
I
guess I have to seek like I used to do with Isabel.
I
am emotional with my memories which are real, this is no movie. All my life I
had
fought
and when I think about my Polish teacher, I feel touched.
I
was and I am at the bottom of existence like being inside a woman, deeply at
the most
hidden
sensibility of the uterus. An endless rain came to pitch the sayings of my soul
as
if
Isabel Allende would be here.
I
could understand the danger from the differences that exist between me and the
crowd.
It
took me a cold temper to solve a small dilemma that has the meaning to enhance
and
to
diminish my strengths. The necessary comprehension of my personality in order
to
understand
this difference lies on my soul. You have to enter on me with in calm and
the
world around will be also calm.
Tarzan
Taborda lived in Fonte da Telha, he was a wrestler known to fought for a long
period
of time and the story tells that he could place 160 000 persons at one stadium
in
Saudi
Arabia. Later while he was getting old, he had challenged one young karate
fighter
and the former gave up on the duet.
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I
saw a small lizard and a red sportive Opel, I like both. My bible has the image
of many
white
vehicles in Jerusalem. Luis Filipe Sebastião has the rare edition of
Baudelaire´s
book,
´Les Fleurs du Mal´ which I stole from my favorite library.
I
remember the hands of João Fonseca on the way of so many people´s lyceum, Maria
Amália
Vaz de Carvalho.
A
person with a certified idea on his mind let´s say, it has the ethic right to
present him
into
the world but he cannot by any other way, to impose it into the others.
Sometimes
and I speak from what I feel, the invisible emotional ties can block the good
advance
of the mind in action and her ideas. There are and it is visible the attacks
from
the
people which cannot fully understand the gender of truth in regard as it
matters this
free
discipline.
Guterres
once went into Belém do Pará and for who doesn´t know, there it rains every
day
at the same time, the people who were looking at him; they all went away when
the
rain
had come. Every year I have my especial soap from there. They are packed in
illustrated
paper with a certain sensibility when you open it and later you bath yourself
with
them. I remember the smell of Susana Cunha and from Margarita a little. I had
the
idea
in 1997 to go into Paris and take a sample of my semen because it was so
perfumed.
I met Lígia Soares in the first weekend of September of that year.
One
Husky was nervous because the dog was shy before he held a sled race and the
owner
could calm him.
I
phoned a friend and a similar feeling came like when I was listening Mozart. I
found
someone
to talk too while I don´t know someone that lies on my interests, her name is
above
the air. I could hear the voice of Pan Pawel Dambek, he used to make a gesture
on
the neck which I thought it meant to shave but it meant to drink.
I
had to write for the President of the United States because the actual
situation is
extremely
unfair and I add a few thoughts on my message, hoping that Mr. Obama will
think
of the mess Americans are doing it for 200 hundreds years. It was a tough day,
I
had
to bring a saying of more than 30 years into my mind while I was fighting the
local
atrocities
and even crying from so much lack of education around me since some years.
Alexander
could be quiet while these events were present. So the passing present must
learn
with the past in an organized way, in order to preserve the future while we are
able
to
think.
To
understand the boiling waters on the sand you and they have to claim your own
way
to
feel as what it can stand to enter the peace command.
I
was with great delight with children in a train and we had fun all together. I
don´t need
to
be in an organized place to play with children. I think they are sleeping now.
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Dr.
Wilhelm Reich could and saying it again, the vision of the income of energy on
which
Emily Dickinson and me were and are involved, making from the splendor of our
poetry,
being indoors or from outdoors, pieces of extreme beauty. I feel the poetry in
my
fur closely similar in care with Emily´s fur. So who will come after the two of
us?
That
is the question on which I am involved while I write my thoughts.
Alexander
thinks of Jesus and why were both with prostitutes. Like Phil Collins would
say,
I don´t have all the answers, though I think that we had found a great
deception and
had
to kick the richness from all mother tongues with great irritation. While
Buddha
was
sleeping all the time; so the question is:
Do
people with vision can have a life with dignity?
It
seems difficult that after 200 centuries nothing has changed on this matter. I
can only
complain
and to preach in my poetical silence as a personal heat paraded in one place or
in
many places as art of living.
People
don´t devote much time to their interior and after billions of deaths leading
as
examples
to the world into nothing concrete than emptiness, I feel the same and Emily
was
wiser because she kept the quietness.
Moses
was 40 years in the desert, the bible states that he lived 800 hundred years
and I
think
it was possible because his people didn´t need to throw things into the land
but to
walk
upon the land until those people could see the light. Natural laws of existence
have
their
characteristics and if people on today´s societies can at least understand to
be
caressed
by this gentle shadow, then it is so much easier to hold and to handle all the
things
that can be admired as self satisfaction.
Alexander
had the will to find a dark brown woman with a brave spirit and a young boy
which
could by his own characteristics seek his legacy as a human. Alexander knows
that
he has the soul in the character as the defender of the world.
I
found in an image made by thoughts the mental exercise that was the
contemplation
condition.
I don´t know which energy led me into the Soito cliff but I went it in calm
and
had achieved calm. Till the compact bodies of hard people had came to destroy
the
magnificence
of this spontaneous beauty.
Some
people had released all the dogs but I was sorry to make them sad, I really I
am
not
afraid of dogs.
About
the saying well is hidden under the title above this chapter, you have to find
him.
I
know that my backyard is unseen by the love which I have since ever and where
no
man
or woman had felt what I had from there, neither wherever I was, since my
muscles
are
as agile as my thoughts.
Everyone
can
teach
something.
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Now
the
bandits
arrived
into
Santo
António
da
Caparica,
it
is
4:41
a.m.
they
had
come
drunk
as
they
think
alcohol
is
food.
I
hate
them.
In
fact
the
world
is
heading
into
a
massive
destruction
and
there
is
nothing
I
can
do
about
it.
12
hours after I awoke, in the interval of this I could hear a woman screaming
with her
sexual
feelings and she inspired me to forgive into the world at least for the
necessary
time
for them to think about the mess it exists. They had scorn from many people who
tried
to make social changes, so the time is of great attention and care for the
things that
my
eyes attend on this matter.
Isabel
came to attend Alex´s thoughts while existence was handling with their daily
things,
some things were on his mind as the Soito cliff feeling.
There
is one truth and that is reality, on my case is a poetical reality taken as a
natural
love
sadly not understood.
Wilhelm Reich and Noam Chomsky
Dr. Wilhelm Reich on his book Character Analysis, wrote the following concerning language: ´ the beginning of living functioning lie much deeper than and beyond language, over and above he has its own modes of expressing movement which simply cannot be comprehended by words, answering Professor Chomsky with 20 years in advance of Noam´s time
Live recording in a Portuguese mental hospital
Excerpt
Riding home, into the rock cave where there things get softer by the defense of a balneal exposure to the arms into the rocks upon the skin but that doesn´t hurt because stones for the hermit, are their natural homeland and a glory for not to shed hope on the way civilization really hurts and puts things away from the natural actions when thought is in control as behavior works wrongly like an empty room without an atom. While the stone has life and that is a small step to understand the difference from matter and existence in all the angles that are in front of our body.
Life exists by the lifting on the knots who proclaim a relaxed start where the things about the hermit were told as they would be told to you dear reader and what is fair in the gist of every scientific approach into the world where the entourage of recreation shows by one side, the dazzling voices and for the other, the anguish population who by bad fortune of the non self mastering policies. These people are in serious starvation down in the same ground level where we all live by persuasion of the same existence which life can lift little by little if by the first time, we enter a vast radiant atmosphere, we can enjoy our senses with the energy. By pushing the desire of feelings without the murderous attempt of matter rewards for what is taken here by the cosmic calenture of silence and that means so much more than you and I both know. Maybe that´s the fun or the horror of it, we shall see with words and your touch in here, to see what is alive and by swinging in the sunny days and in the hotbed of repose, just like a kind of langour which takes the dog for a walk and we feel part of something. This part is so much more valid if by no fear of the closest unknown around the outside, we can meet new eyes and a face with rising possibilities of going deeper across the conscious of too much awareness.
Excerpt
The information provided in the acculturation of social post adaptation is spent with thinking strategies, cause a society with fantasies produced in the media, for a fast consume and where the body clock is confused as a flash to suit in pictures of walking in the spoken dim of a foggy idea of how to fit inside the established chaos which is not anarchy cause anarchy is organization and the choice is simply to catch time when the lost loved body, lives in you, time after time, waiting for the concentration in him and for him taken as an outlook of the predictions of naïf philosophers, like this supply of a series of certain fertilizing items in a methodic system made of thinking and established in the escalator of the body.
The dream of eternity within the intemporality of being mortal in every scape goat of existence casts the idea, if one should present life in present time aside the real feeling that one life inspired other lives.
The way in each of us in the shining glimpse of the deepness by seeing your life being the essence to the other is a reward that shivers our bones to the turning point of achievement in realization, produced by the hands that balance the little nest where we fell to repose as leafs as life to be read into the quietness in the cosmic sense of existence.
Affection is a candy nerve that needs to be caressed like a nipple in the heart of contentment.
One thought with wide distance to the words of any life commencement is a spasmodic teardrop and everybody wants to find the same approach who defines the landscape where sunshine is painted in the best portrait of the perpetual finitude while there is an appealing sky to attend in the love act between the reading of nature and the rise of beauty in clean white souls.
Nothing remains forever and you can come to this event with cherries and a red towel to stand in the grass for a pick-nick where the darkness turns blue as I see you running to the sunny days of the world´s infancy.
We were born as we felt in the first feeling of silence to be here and appearing to cry our steamy energy.
The frequency of irradiating moods is heard on the laughing lines of the character, either in love or in hate. Hate delivers emotions to the heart of destruction with all it was said and done in order to unite the irrational with the unique aggressions thrown in the social environment like crimes and stories of the possessed in the living theatre of absurd but if lucidity comes at the time of acting as instinct of peace, then feelings will be tender like the long fidelity of silence.