prefer to live according to games without frontiers rather than to accept
observe it for a long period of time with professional bandits being in or out
list. In fact there is a list organized by the same people which ask me for
It is something sick and sad.
world is filled with extreme severity, to change this reality takes many of the
on which people are devoted and this irrationality leads the same
of people into a misrepresentation of the social intercourse, then the wars,
some huge, tough the events are real as the misery in human relations. Envy is
and adored, the examples are too many, look at the top of everything related to
even in books and you will understand why society tends to put people
One musician David Byrne said that Poetry was on the streets, it is easy
he never skin himself alive to save people from the actual state of societies
behavior. My role is to explain at the same time that I must save myself from
fever that my naked intuition that acts worldly like a boomerang. I can feel
calculate and to organize the things as manners of many decals of a certain
lead me to think about the rush of the necessary changes as chances to obtain a
so similar into what Jews went through. Is difficult to attend beauty in this
can recall my former relations and drink from their best while the late night
bath was a
to induce me into more thinking. It is thinking that commands my life. It is
command as it seduces the work of many people´s anxieties and in this way I
understand on how and by a proper method I can regain the calm which had went
the body as engine of reason. Once I wrote about instinct and reason and I can
them into the facts that my father went through in Mozambique when he could
see the enemy. If the talking is right then the results are also good. Meaning
of the ego nudity in the realm of its movement and by the activity on the
rational and on the sub conscious level; the equilibrium on the deepest form
men and women are deep, honest, gentle is the gain for the future. To
anger on each of us despite the civilization threads is important.
I had learned from this day, was that all the former notes had a reason to be
and I also understood how Subtilitis can be endorsed as the role of an author.
is far as the love as well while the fascists occupy their seats and the people
like bozos with no plankton because it is gone, I can collect my health, the
up on every mountain and leaving another dream for tomorrow.
have prosthesis but I don´t use her because in this way no girl will like me
and believe that there must be a woman on which I can love on its full length
seek till the end of my existence and not like a character of a movie but as a
used to smoke one cigarette every week at my high school, I felt great, I was
rectangular stone, the perception of the world was pure, and maybe someone had
her, since I had one nymph from one street that surrounds the lyceum as one
figure from the same street friend of a fake friend called Alexandra Parrado
like Carlos Parreira, both were never in touch with my realm with continuity.
seems to be erased in the name of the immediate fucks and economy.
am feeling good things from the world, small but huge as living examples of
While the mean try to attack each day, resistance holds with a reckless
justice will be done with the necessary courage and resistance against the
and the Yo-Yo people, always up and down especially when you’re happy to
your joiedevivre; at this stage they want everything and the opposite they
with great cruelty as beasts they are.
wonder why the book, ´Fury on Earth´ by Myron Sharaf is out of the archives of
Tiago cliff is one of the most inspiring places on which I have been and felt,
and alone. There was a road from there into Escurquela, once I and my father
this road on a green Mercedes with a goat on the backseat. It was a hot day.
I have to be cautious like San Tiago and take a rest from all the flying
and the swindlers of the station where the station stopped like in Viseu, a
tribute to Mr. Curt Bois a refined gentleman who taught into Cassiel what is the
the narrator of humankind, so solemn and humble. I remember how a senior got
3 skinheads inside a train. I personally change from carriage to carriage by
14 years ago I could point my penis into the driver head toward the future on
to Sintra. I made a thunder operation in the year of 1991 or 1992 into Queluz.
was the lover of my Grand-Father, she had worked for Mr. Orlando Ferreira and
wife Mrs Maria Teresa and she is been so bad treated by his relatives at Rua
number 15, second floor. I know her house, she a kind woman. The Dalmatian
Egas which I used to walk with Raquel died.
is one distant cousin that I had love. We use to play in full joy. I miss her.
time I saw her, she was in her room. She has delicate eyes and manners, elegant
For years I thought of her. There were more children on which we all played
in happiness. Marco fell in the tank of my Great-Uncle Miguel. Uncle Miguel
a beautiful man, he used to lie down on a long chair to relax and him and his
Cassilda used to drive a blue Wolskwagen into the Vila Real and everybody in
da Coutada, especially the kids, my friends, were happy. Everybody looked with
to their departure. Magic times, of course the danger was immanent and the
came to stay. Once he pointed at us a riffle because we the kids were eating
kind of so many apples in his lands that were from my Grand Father. He felt
once, he told to Mr. Avelino, our neighbor, the father of Marco and Cristina
is called Emília, a kind and good cooker, I have good memories of them, despite
had happened later with the European money; but the fact is that he died and
stayed alone sewing with the women from Coutada. In 1994, my Grand-
died. I remember the yellow car from their relatives. At the funeral of my
my aunt could not stand and stayed at Pedregal. Zé Duarte blessed, my
Amândio (which abused from me, to have land for cheap price to build a house),
the same time my cousin Fausto died after scorning at me in a good way. The
Zé Duarte was known as Couratas, he had a gun as well as Mr. Frias. My father
so it was told me by him. Probably yes and he should and so should I.
brought my room from Tapados into Santo António da Caparica.
must be a living person in the world which whom I can make close contact. I am
love with a woman which has 200 years and having a good friend being a science
which died in 1957.
guess I still can hold the dawn like I did between 1991 and 1994 in here.
Ventura Arias, wrote me as dedication of ´The Myth of Sisyphus´ by Albert
estaba condenado a subir una montaña con una gran pedra, durante toda la
Es un mito, pero como todo mito tiene una parte de verdad a la que el hombre
condenado a combatir. Hay que combatir las coordenadas de Sísifo y hay que
esperar a Godot. Te dedico este libro, por seres buen guerrero.
besos de tu amiga Cristina.
Alexander met Carlos Paião at the subway station of Roma in Lisbon, later he
in a car accident on the way to the North.
was completely alone since around 1:30 am from Galicia till 4:45 am, in the
of the Galician mountains where he could take care of big horses as good
the year of 1997, April. When he arrived at a small village a good woman served
coffee, he ate chocolate and smoked Spanish cigarettes. He saw on TV, Saramago,
both met at Parque Eduardo VII.
saw a girl at Marquês de Pombal, she was brave kind, they looked at each other.
remember the prostitute which said that my penis was pretty. I had many
one used to salute me when I was 12 on the way to my high school. She was
Later I met one that took me into Casal Ventoso which I knew from the frequent
of Miguel Ângelo, with him I was not scared, later I went with Sara a bisexual
guess I belong into the world. What can I do is got me big, black, yellow,
Growing Saying Before the Fall
could prove today into myself after about 17 hours that my poetical condition
I am conspicuous since the beginning.
danger on today’s societies is not only the full extension of control, I will
open into the reader.
mother used to call me, ´o miúdo da bica´.
have never had a hometown. I was doing things like doing love like a fool, I
inside new and old times as a glorified feature on my soul and probably I had
my personal youth through consistent work all around and always inside as
as I can be.
a German boy was using a hatchet, I was in stress, suddenly my aunt Leonor
on the edge of a racking feeling. We ate together, smoked together, then
boy which drove told me about him and aside me on the backseat, two young
boys were caressing their fingers with their guitars. I was looking to the
I could see the sea. I am made of many rivers, once I got a phone call from
I am wondering about eternity as if writing would be the right way.
June of 2008 at the front of Station de Francia in Barcelona, one woman in a
had an accident, the paramedics appeared in less than 5 minutes. She was
I watched the medical procedures and then went for a walk where I found a
coffee, I met there one American cheater and one Australian cheater, both
the same existential exhaustion, it comes and goes like the will into
night I fell asleep naked, some people had block me from masturbation.
is almost sunset, I saw them in so many places like they would be felt like my
in Tapados de Baixo where I have received one postcard from Ana Cristina.
many things happened since I met Bárbara, I see myself writing under the April
under the April sun. Sometimes it rains when I am furious. The thunders in
that my father felt. He used to bath on the tank, I saw him once naked.
used to wash himself near the fountain. All the interval of time from the
that took place were the irrational behavior of social envy and social fear,
individuals either by organized. Wilhelm Reich was right, he did not feared to
despite of Freud´s sense of guilt and fear. I had fear because I am involved in
things and they come like a boomerang and the vice versa effect.
judge and a psychiatrist were the last beautiful women on whom I had to face, I
what they are doing now. Wish to find my personal sand.
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
shirt had a question mark in green. His favorite chemise is grey, this chemise
his adventures for more than 15 years. He needs a bonnet now.
Maria Helena, known to be the wife of the Judge liked cats, she challenged the
of a garage bravely. She died at the phone. We were friends. She was similar to
my infinite intelligence provides me many questions like the Leipzig emptiness
a Chinese female voice was inside me.
I wake myself and awake the gain of living as my generous sempiternal
Today for example, 23 years later and again I proved into my philosophy
that I was right on the second discussion between both and that was about the
situation; a hermit can cure himself.
think that the sea smiles.
do smile they are the rejuvenation of time as virgins and children are.
guess I have to seek like I used to do with Isabel.
am emotional with my memories which are real, this is no movie. All my life I
and when I think about my Polish teacher, I feel touched.
was and I am at the bottom of existence like being inside a woman, deeply at
sensibility of the uterus. An endless rain came to pitch the sayings of my soul
Isabel Allende would be here.
could understand the danger from the differences that exist between me and the
took me a cold temper to solve a small dilemma that has the meaning to enhance
diminish my strengths. The necessary comprehension of my personality in order
this difference lies on my soul. You have to enter on me with in calm and
world around will be also calm.
Taborda lived in Fonte da Telha, he was a wrestler known to fought for a long
of time and the story tells that he could place 160 000 persons at one stadium
Arabia. Later while he was getting old, he had challenged one young karate
and the former gave up on the duet.
saw a small lizard and a red sportive Opel, I like both. My bible has the image
vehicles in Jerusalem. Luis Filipe Sebastião has the rare edition of
´Les Fleurs du Mal´ which I stole from my favorite library.
remember the hands of João Fonseca on the way of so many people´s lyceum, Maria
Vaz de Carvalho.
person with a certified idea on his mind let´s say, it has the ethic right to
the world but he cannot by any other way, to impose it into the others.
and I speak from what I feel, the invisible emotional ties can block the good
of the mind in action and her ideas. There are and it is visible the attacks
people which cannot fully understand the gender of truth in regard as it
once went into Belém do Pará and for who doesn´t know, there it rains every
at the same time, the people who were looking at him; they all went away when
had come. Every year I have my especial soap from there. They are packed in
paper with a certain sensibility when you open it and later you bath yourself
them. I remember the smell of Susana Cunha and from Margarita a little. I had
in 1997 to go into Paris and take a sample of my semen because it was so
I met Lígia Soares in the first weekend of September of that year.
Husky was nervous because the dog was shy before he held a sled race and the
could calm him.
phoned a friend and a similar feeling came like when I was listening Mozart. I
to talk too while I don´t know someone that lies on my interests, her name is
the air. I could hear the voice of Pan Pawel Dambek, he used to make a gesture
the neck which I thought it meant to shave but it meant to drink.
had to write for the President of the United States because the actual
unfair and I add a few thoughts on my message, hoping that Mr. Obama will
of the mess Americans are doing it for 200 hundreds years. It was a tough day,
to bring a saying of more than 30 years into my mind while I was fighting the
and even crying from so much lack of education around me since some years.
could be quiet while these events were present. So the passing present must
with the past in an organized way, in order to preserve the future while we are
understand the boiling waters on the sand you and they have to claim your own
feel as what it can stand to enter the peace command.
was with great delight with children in a train and we had fun all together. I
be in an organized place to play with children. I think they are sleeping now.
Wilhelm Reich could and saying it again, the vision of the income of energy on
Emily Dickinson and me were and are involved, making from the splendor of our
being indoors or from outdoors, pieces of extreme beauty. I feel the poetry in
fur closely similar in care with Emily´s fur. So who will come after the two of
is the question on which I am involved while I write my thoughts.
thinks of Jesus and why were both with prostitutes. Like Phil Collins would
I don´t have all the answers, though I think that we had found a great
to kick the richness from all mother tongues with great irritation. While
sleeping all the time; so the question is:
people with vision can have a life with dignity?
seems difficult that after 200 centuries nothing has changed on this matter. I
and to preach in my poetical silence as a personal heat paraded in one place or
many places as art of living.
don´t devote much time to their interior and after billions of deaths leading
to the world into nothing concrete than emptiness, I feel the same and Emily
wiser because she kept the quietness.
was 40 years in the desert, the bible states that he lived 800 hundred years
it was possible because his people didn´t need to throw things into the land
upon the land until those people could see the light. Natural laws of existence
characteristics and if people on today´s societies can at least understand to
by this gentle shadow, then it is so much easier to hold and to handle all the
that can be admired as self satisfaction.
had the will to find a dark brown woman with a brave spirit and a young boy
could by his own characteristics seek his legacy as a human. Alexander knows
he has the soul in the character as the defender of the world.
found in an image made by thoughts the mental exercise that was the
I don´t know which energy led me into the Soito cliff but I went it in calm
had achieved calm. Till the compact bodies of hard people had came to destroy
of this spontaneous beauty.
people had released all the dogs but I was sorry to make them sad, I really I
afraid of dogs.
the saying well is hidden under the title above this chapter, you have to find
know that my backyard is unseen by the love which I have since ever and where
or woman had felt what I had from there, neither wherever I was, since my
as agile as my thoughts.
hours after I awoke, in the interval of this I could hear a woman screaming
feelings and she inspired me to forgive into the world at least for the
for them to think about the mess it exists. They had scorn from many people who
to make social changes, so the time is of great attention and care for the
eyes attend on this matter.
came to attend Alex´s thoughts while existence was handling with their daily
some things were on his mind as the Soito cliff feeling.
is one truth and that is reality, on my case is a poetical reality taken as a
sadly not understood.