De Um Adeus Regular, romance de Eduardo Alexandre Pinto

Unic lia uma fanzine do Outono de 1986, a ‘Da Frente’, que comprara numa livraria ao Chiado, que hoje é uma loja de luxo. Estava num banco de jardim, ali ao Parque Eduardo VII.Por trás, tinha o Hotel Meridien, de frente a confluência para a Estufa Fria. Costumam estar putas por ali, os jardineiros do parque, camionetas que vêm dos subúrbios, transeuntes daqueles das 9 às 5, alguns velhos. Parou para ler este texto de um diário de Laurie Anderson: “Enquanto espero o meu almoço apressado, aproveito para me desembaraçar destas linhas, há muito que não pegava na caneta (pausa para as vitaminas).

Hoje acordei com uma disposição anormal. Levantei-me cedo e sentia-me bem, como que depois de algumas horas de sauna.

Colei o nariz ao vidro, estação de paixões e alergias, pela primeira vez este ano, senti a Primavera. Não que tivesse dormido bem, de facto passei o tempo todo às voltas (outra vez a porcaria dos excitantes) depois de noites como esta é quando me sinto melhor, é como saísse de um turbilhão esclarecedor.

6 horas de sono, o sonho e o barulho – lá fora. Passo de um estado ao outro, reviro-me e de manhã acordo com a cara de ontem e mais um palmo de olheiras. Por falar nisso, hoje o espelho revelou-me umas quantas verdades, mostrou-me nua como eu gosto, quase transparente. O espelho, é a única coisa com que me dou bem de manhã, não me aborrece, não me pergunta nada. Fico em frente dele muito tempo às vezes especada-fascinada. Só nos separamos quando apago as nódoas, quando tapo as brechas e os becos desagradáveis.

Sinto-me sempre feia de manhã.

Depois de noites como esta é quando estou melhor, um bocado cinzenta as rugas que se alongam. Adoro este rosto estampado n’outro mundo.

Maquilhei o personagem para hoje, enfiei a camisola de riscas azul e branca. Marinheiro ressacado.

Lá fora, apetecia-me andar aos saltos e andei. Tinha sido tudo lavado…

A fumarada, a distorção dos rostos, o tédio, tudo brilhava como metal polido. Que sensação!

Apetecia-me respirar a rua em plenos pulmões, tirar proveito da desordem. Sentia-me no meio, pertencia às esquinas

às montras

às sarjetas

Esta cidade é um cubo de arestas cinzentas

é a linha cinzenta

15-4-85 L.A.

Unic fumava e leu mais do diário dela: “Mais um balanço matinal, pôr nesta hora as sensações em ordem até chegar o sono. Quando penso, deixo tudo preso por cordões finíssimos e escrevo antes que tudo se limite a nós.

A noite começou tarde como as outras, uma festa igual onde estive, um estúdio abafado em tequilla e ritmos tropicais, as caras do costume e outras mais jovens em grande entusiasmo. Excitam-me sempre, o colorido, as roupas estampadas no fim do mundo com flores agressivas. Bebi até aquele ponto certo, o suficiente para me desorientar e me sentir simpática. Nestes momentos falo sempre demais. Acabei por amanhecer com um amigo antigo daqueles com quem se inventa enquanto se fala, sem direcção alguma.

Abrimos cicatrizes, comparámos a virgindade das épocas sempre iguais mas cada vez mais espessas.

Dantes o belo era o belo, existiam padrões e os poetas viviam entre a súplica e os êxtases de verde e de céu. Agora não se pode ser nada que tenha nome, já não existem bálsamos, mas também é um prazer dar vida nova à palavra, movimentarmo-nos no meio de equações plásticas.

Tenho necessidade de algo que me justifique continuamente. A tranquilidade habita apenas o meu núcleo, tudo o resto é ventania, excesso, paixões inacabadas. Adoro estas conversas de fim de noite arrastadas pela cauda do cansaço.

Ele adormeceu como um pedregulho que cai num poço, eu saí, pé ante pé, depois de o beijar. Não deu por nada. Na rua estava frio, até chegar a casa senti-me como a sombra de um cão abandonado.

L.A.

Pouco depois, parte para a cidade a descoberto. Unic cantarolava: ’some girls are bigger than others, some girls mothers are bigger than other girls mothers’ e uma lata foi dirigida ao pontapé até ao Marquês. Já se notavam domadores e atiradores de facas, no estar consigo, pensou Unic, dentro do metro da Rotunda. Estação carregada, de longos túneis sombrios, onde Unic, por vezes ficava bastante tempo a escutar um cego que tocava acordeão.

 

Wilhelm Reich voted for the conservatives as if they could increase some new path into what is of our concern, meaning Life. In Usa.
What took place was History being never a decal of conduct into the sucession of the days and he stated that we must be scientific and never political regarding Orgonomy.
More wars came and they dont stop.
So many people everywhere write, paint, film but do they stop to help someone in need? My students have developped into their life growing as humans but they lack loyalty.

I think that we must find a place where love can be a real echo.

Stars and a life path away from free-thinkers

My father took me away from “Príncipe Real” a quarter in Lisbon, where a free-thinker used to spemd his time. He feared that this man called Agostinho da Silva would had influence on my sensitive soul. So we moved into a appartment where I had a room with a view into a beautiful garden. In my first ten years in there, I use to make telepathic contacts. Later in the Fall of 2011, I saw the Planet Diamond emiting stars. Does anyone has ever saw stars being emmited?

Holly words of the inner speech

Rural spots such as the sexual life of insects, conduct the esteem perusing at the land and mitigating the smooth feeling which answers to the windy spirit known as work. The impetuous alliance upon world citizens conceals emotions in crowd acts but sometimes masses are moving by influence and go with the flow. Rivers know the mystery something in the shape of energy, this fountain of hope obliges all conducts to survey the immanent love as demand of natural needs. There is something near the window where I stood to perceive my garden from a room where my father has put me in to learn about introspection and to prepare my smile upon the holly words of the inner speech, hours and hours as recommendation for adventure. My adventures have took me into different hours, I among others, we used to dig deeper in dynamic creations often ending in love making or mountain climbing so much before from our rooms where we have had created the provisions for the future. No one has died from it in memory, we were going where the confessions of energy would shine forever but of course the glorious lanes were calm friends of pedestrians like feelings being in motion with the limits of what secures attention. The disposition of my generation intercepted the activity of a deep violet scene, we had white wings and we danced like ink answering shyness, like an eye game played endlessly with selected aspects of generosity into the world.

Jesus and Mary Chain - Happy Place
From the album Barbed Wire Kisses

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A
I'm going back to a happy place
B
All my life I've lived to taste
D              E              A     E
Someone else's flavours on my tongue

A
Cherry take me back to the start of it all
      B
Where everyone's up then everyone falls
D             E                  A     E
Almost could destroy me with her kiss


A               B
Oh, I wish that I could feel
      D
And I feel too real
              A     E
For this grey moat
    A                B
And me, I'm drifting like the sun
        D                A     E
Down on everyone, the TV sky


A
Save me
         B
Come and save me
        D
Come on touch me
            E
Come on and touch me
        A
Come on hold me
            B
Come on and hold me


  D                 E                A    E
I live my life for something I can't see
D               E            A
Let me take you in my summer dream

Beauty ascends into the sublime

One aspect of the colloquial speech could be a conduct of a salutation, it took place when at a cold winter, a bus driver smiled at me when I waved at him, then we made our depart within our mirror contact and it was somehow a warm infancy called dawn.

The decal of a conduct which pales the roofs so well defined in the hair from a delight here below in the circles of pleas, going indigo at the moment of observing courage in the eyes, far from manual tasks, this courtesy is not a proselyte by choice it is a candy sugar in the heart because it makes our firmament to contemplate and to receive the energy from the memory flux of ideas.

The wild lizard looked at me, later in time throughout sensibility I have learned how to heal mental problems.  So much before I was an extreme physical individual doing all kind of sports.

During dawn, I make my walks; no one is around except for cat´s society and bird’s society.

Mankind evolution is an expression of a multitude of tensions which could be healed by the analysts in this world and from the results, to shape the divine being of our nature.

Delight in the stillness, still seated while the humble voice ships the sun as vocation because nearby and whereas the nourishment produces wealth, the Confucionism teachings are of great importance. We have a Fender and a window to caress the passers, music reaches the feathers of birds as speed of a concealed zillion, a sum to confer as passage of births that are the golden area of ´totus tus´.

I am Alexander, author living in Lisbon the capital of Portugal.

I know France, first in the region of La Loire by car then Paris three times by train. I remember to see one man carrying a plant in a car with extreme care while Paris it has too many people but I could manage to have a conversation with a maestro inside a public coffee place. I was also at the Bois de Boulogne Park observing a lake.

 

I have asked one musician where it came his inspiration and he told me that it was God talking to him, in his hands and in its mind, referring into Paulino Vieira.

Numerologists used to study during the sunset. Prudence confers her wisdom with a refined endurance so visible in the faces. We have to be dynamic in duos even safeguarding the ego, if it is autonomous with the senses for what peruses the singularity of a group. These meanings conceal postures of calculus, feelings like sweeties, time to create spaces where technology does not exist or will not exist ever. We cry salted tears waving our nostalgic traces when we wish to thrive for the decal of our innocence in time.

What is desirable for the future is the union in spirit and if there are so many creeds, the periphery of the human wish lies in a natural faith based on lucidity to perform solidarity.

One man whose task could be of a righteous in street fighting was invited to know a humanist. When he sat at the restaurant, he looked everywhere and the humanist told me: if he would be for justice he would not be so worried in his movements.

The myth from the eternal return finds in us pieces of creation sealing up the human will. The zeal for novels should begin by facing the facts: immediate circles of needs that are our daily output as pillar of the same organic measure as wealth.

The Sun will be extinguished, now we produce the precocious break of silence with games without frontiers.

Each moment has soul, our thoughts try to comprehend it by a certain strategy and humor has wings to escape what it hurts, that is why the Earth species have features of social ethics and moral.

The long fidelity lies on the good relation with the second person in time as twenty they can be and the clock is always green and it turns blue when dreams are filled with the safety we need as comfort to assure the way to our wishes.

The way a mysterious something in the shape of energy confers existence as a primal canal of life is a chanty conquer of the break from silence. We can be consistent as stars, to learn what is emitted, the way their empire is supplying the navigation of work and leisure.

 

 

 

May the days of sirens where lucid humans will give birth in puzzled trace to the epic love up in the souvenirs of what we are as streams of energy, may the breaks have wheels on Earth, then we all can awake in peace.

A feedler marks his frontier in the territory where clear skies grow young as a candy affect being the inner view of the nourished energy of the natural raised thought into the memory of the all beings, and then we can refrain the educated manner of the echoes placed in this melody with sentimentalism.

All public can endorse the seeds for the 23th century with the teachings of those who ask into the wide open space, where is the true…

The long fidelity lies in sufficed triumphs which are balanced like a scarlet idea born from bliss. Going further in time with an expression of talent to defend the energy from the intervals of patience, the immediate escape from this situation is to confront life as a mission which allows silence to meet the spirituality of life.

There is between minds, a connection which attracts people in daily dialogs, preceding dreams and thoughts about the ´leute´ that are part of us with the contact being deep or in funny little ways when we follow other people´s lives.

We make music in life´s dialog and we are going somewhere without a precise way despite the compass.

Deepness is affordable when the mind lies on accurate ascensions through levels of thought and reflection, allowing the individual to reach the inner voice with more truly sense than with immediacy. We have to be smarter than the skills of the media.

I have asked into a virtuous of the guitar how did he fell asleep, he told me that music was never listened because in this way he would think of music.

In Finland according to the research work, there is the freest press in the world, and if there is some corruption, we write and the politicians must be kicked off. Finland is on the top of the list of transparency, which ranks the countries and their corruption. Free press is the key to all countries.

When we do remember the reality of our promises towards others, we can conclude about the fact that needs are not temporary, the ties are present and they honor ourselves, it is up to the natural philosopher to learn and to teach about this candy nerve in the heart of contentment.

A bullet proof intelligence does not exist because there are sempiternal vocations which tend to adore beauty and not surveillance, one reason to refrain spying interventions lies on the crowd solitude and its muscle at times that she and me we twist the life of he.

Sadness is a sort of existential awareness from the things that our mind is familiar with.

Playing soccer with children makes us see how adults are socially positioned when they pass to observe.

You really need to meet new people, people who are interested to know you and will care about you because you deserve that, wrote me Jane.

 

An iron bird awakes to sing nearby its nest whose fragrance is sponsored by a colloquial moon. We could all be the movers and shakers of a good insight of beauty in the shining silence of human fate. To glue silence and to paste him into to the fading elements of discussion like birds, cats, pigeons, stars, plants, rocks, we all are beloved in the innate inner speech of the birth event which proceeds with ruins of a large sum of silenced fights. Motivation to this awake will take its steps in time, a certain refrain out of futility and inside the swimming thoughts which are electric sparks, jingling love signs to guaranty the future of our affect. We the triangle of ties and organized sleeping time as we date our fury all along beauty, to make it possible for time to be high above the indigo élan of days where the gestures are one possibility to be memorized into the look for love and only this energy is the royal moral of all existence. As certainty iron birds tend to coexist with the television skies in this digital age whose features are ferocious, denying to peasants to attend the soin.

To grab the prunes in the chest of a front door of a poetical love, is a clue to our questions about the next prime door, it can be one refined idea of poems gathered in the fresh gardens where lovers melt their honey laces or a melody made by the icons of the emotional states of nature.

As every heated movement, the freedom of one burning idea is similar to the army of feelings which Giordano Bruno has found inside the Roman Catholic Church all along the century of himself but he has paid only because he paved the way to more factual insights who could rescue many humans as they tend to live out of tact. The correction of forgiveness often faces many human barriers, mainly in the formal tendency to seek escape in the crying cell of our assumptions. Something new had come with Wilhelm Reich and I wise to the crowd am the only human who can make rain without a Cloudbuster, having eye witnesses from Santo António Da Caparica in the year 2011 in Portugal. Alike Native American Indians, I fell on my own strange case and was caught by police. On my legacy on Orgonomy, I can serve the parameters where love, affection, feelings as generosity, work and devotion to this Earthly event upon the support of the human race. Suisse’s have fed their nation during the World War II and now we could feed the world if a comprehensive mood would be carried by 1000 Cloudbuster in African deserts and from there globally. James DeMeo has the knowledge; do the American rulers will accept this evidence? We have to justify time and to be wiser than the skills of the media, to warm up like cats do, if we have pets with us and never to mystify a reason but to be reasonable in what is the river of good moods, like a fantastic castle of candy nerves named by children who sing with monuments of compliments. This is the quality of innocence. It can be done. Truth lies on the balance of divine measures.

Sporty activities are confined to everybody; work is energy in movement (notion of physics).

Brain activities could be something more than to be at the top of the world. Water can induce a flux of health little Indians with pony’s delivering the good news of a new model of creation. This wish is as simple as complex ideas can dwell in the shape of the being and from this into eternity. Our plumed palm hands hold the first time that half of the world enters the mighty equations on what we learn. All gears run deeper when the next curve is one healing process with three methods: speech therapy, body relaxation, coach and the release of emotions.

 

In the 60´s, French idiom was studied in schools here in Portugal, since the early millennium with the extreme use of internet, the Education Ministry has changed its policy and English became our second language. German was always taught in Portugal. My aunt, the sister of my mother, has a degree on English and German. I used to read a lot in French, my father has the Alliance Française course; I have some French poems, two critics on Beauvoir books and the visits on France which were in the region of La Loire and in Paris.

She emails and he emails; the dream academy of this energy has tunes, memories, moves, ruins, journeys that push for couple relations, endless meditations during dawn for some peace to take this narrative into the future of something acquainted by those who are dreaming for natural love. The reason for prerogatives inside a similarity to the invisible ink above the pages from who enjoys the lively dynamic of a sustained hope.

 

In between the doors of those who enter and keeps the lovely wisdom of children, so near to sacred rooms of joy, playing and sending cartoons into the world, perhaps towers of continuity as beauty which ascends as the sublime. The task of a philosopher is the transmission of the being into the diversity of bridges between what is offered as the best pillow book and that is freedom.

 

As the rusty face of the word confers the melodies of the sunrise which bath Earth with many golden temples and we can go inside the breathing stage of a scale of souvenirs because we are a selected poem of covered sorrows. To hold what we know as the dreaming of all souls existing, existed will exist to give grace for the surviving of the specie. The peacemakers shall continue while the word is losing for images.

 

An hotbed of a cosmic frontier nurtures its esteem in a plausible scent and beneath the fresh imagination of a certain presence somewhere in the navigation of all Earth kingdoms, it is carried within the doorway into a necessity and that is the pulsation when we complete a circle of perfection: creation from tension to expansion. From the straight vision in us for the Universe we have an unseen respect, a face in articulation, longed in time as justification of the same zeal which launches our dignity. Dignity is a windy spirit with a body promoting the friendly energy which exists in the cosmos, it is one direct whistling as an expanded bowel raised from the fertilization of this conceived talent, we have to learn about dignity.