I love you, like the smell of number 9, like the color of a Major scale.

I have asked so many times. How?

How do you love me? How?

And I say that. because I'm me. Most of the time.

thinking, you may love this person I am to you, this image, as it happened before.

 and I had to fetch this better version of myself made by the other one, who I wanted to stick around.

How do you love? not how much. not how come? but just simply how.
as a person, a friend. a lover, someone you also want to stick around. when life turns its back.
when business thrives. no matter how future could come. 

How you loved me, I asked. and keep questioning cause I want to understand. I know life and love got so many sides. so many versions and perspective, and each one of us could be rigth. 

I don't want to be rigth. or wrong. or me or your image. or wall or bridge. leaving or staying.

I know. I love you. 

"would you take me as I am"

construções,confusões

Destruir: criar espaços vazios

Criar: destruir o vazio dos espaços
Desolação, sentimento de perder algo que se tinha construído

Satisfação talvez um outro sentimento de orgulho pelo que foi realizado.

Mas a vida não é feito só de construções ou muros

vejam há pás girando ao vento

marés e ondas na praia

Dom quixote diria são gigantes

eu observo distante

sei lá o que é a vida ou a que se destina

ou se no meio estamos

ou caos do universo infinito

nosso impulso

pulso batendo

entre vazio e preenchimento

um tudo e nada

la isla bonita não é isolada

beleza, harmonia entre opostos

habitações de paz

confusões mentais

familiares e desconhecidas

vivemos talvez nessa eternidade

finita de um ponto ao outro

do nosso olhar olhamos o olhar do outro.

London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, My fair lady.

Report #8 Tail wagging the dog

I wish I could tell you a lie, these people so rich that can control the whole world are nice and kind, they will give up their power, prestige and wealth for balance, saving the planet on the last minute. Sure, darling live your life, cause they're right, and right on time all will be fine. No misery, no sadness, nothing more than human beings sharing love, peace and harmony. Dream or not. It's up to you. Care about you should, I sometimes sound like Yoda in starwars. nothingless. It's just my heart wishing happiness, and synchronicity.

Report #7 Happy Poem

She looked at her peaceful face, earlier then dawn. A black cat came to say good morning, while a gray cat was sleeping. she couldn't be happier, waking up in a dream, everybody was safe, love was thriving, as it meant to be. Would she give up on being a lonely sad writer, in order to feel the content sensation of happiness.. It's never lost who still searching, it's never good a happy poem. 


Astrological note: Saturn will show you where your time is best spent.

Report #6 Those cavemen

So real absurdist fiction, bottom-up or top-down. What's the right direction, left or right? Could you leave me alone? Then as you asked, she left. What's the matter with you? I would like to say, there's nothing wrong I can still entertain. On this planet, it's the least you can do. A place full of distractions, my wallet powerless, we are tied, tired, and as they keep saying wrong. we are wrong, of being sensible. reasonable, and empathetic.

Let's make a castle again, ready to fall apart. I'll build walls made of clouds, soft as inspirational quotes, and beautiful, beautifully far from others prejudices, I'm not bulletproof but I can hide out of your target, and be safe, I'm safe now, and all the time. Every time I think, your universe, others universe, I'm just passing by. In your Time line. Scroll up. Scroll down. whatever works. It's fine.

Report #5 Liver versus Lover

yeah, you get the nobel you go to jail, there's nowhere to go, it's your country it's your nation

you speak their hearts, people's heart, the power of others gets shake, you live the life they let you. you can not decide, but you wish. you're married and get cancer, not at the same time, but as remarkable events, nothing seems so light nothing more deep, but you dream deeply. about sharing power, and people's decision respected. Respect it.

In jail, you sleep, and dream, about living in a different country, with a girlfriend, and a happy family, you dream, of freedom, even though you do not achieve in reality, you're fine .. in the dream your favorite singer is about to enter the stage, you kiss your girl .. nobody gets hurt, nobody dies. you just can not wake up anymore.

Nobel reward won't compensate a woderful night with your great lover.
Killed by a liver cancer.

Report #4 Blood bond x Mind bond

A bond, a connection, my experiences and imagination. Someone told me about a dream. I can't say we had the same dream even though we have shared the same porridge. life is unkind sometimes, and I miss you. I miss me, myself and I. no-sense. I carry myself all the time, everywhere, now and then I share myself, sliced like bread, little pieces of my heart and soul to whoever is interested. I feel pleased sharing is my way of living forever. and that's what immortality means. I can't say anymore. I love me in you and all of you in me. 

Report #3 creating an ethical culture

What are you doing? I can't say. I wish I could tell you. It's not a secret, or unspeakable. I love. 

Loving I would like to share. Sharing I want to spread. And words are the easiest form of spreading love. So, I'm trying to share love, spreading the word. better now?

Ps.: may action speaks louder than words, as they say.. faster and less troublesome, I would add.. words are so easily misunderstood., and mistaken...

Report #2 Forgetting and Learning

I promised to write a paragraph a day, so that's my second. She says, I say.. who cares what have been said. When something is wrong we tend to reject, when rejected we want to forget, done it and the right amount of distraction and time, we repeat the same. the same mistake. "Say what you need to say" John Mayer sang in a song. I have written songs, I have done many things that I'm proud of, today not so much. Today. what a day. I didn't say what I needed. decisions made, we can't fight the world. we can, at least save our soul. perhaps wise enough. I wish I could fly away. and pretend I have learnt this lesson. without repeating the exercise. but life is an adventure. Life is full of choices.. and I rather just choose fair happiness, and love. I would choose me. Learning and forgetting. I blame no one. Just please stop judging.

Report #1 the wrong priorities..

At night, TV on,  playing on cellphone or mobile as they say in London, you know, I lived there some years ago... And that's how I've been introducing myself since I began as an English teacher. This is one way I certify students are listening. 

The game is called "Millionaire Wheel". It's about guessing a hidden message by choosing letters at first just consonants then vowels. 
Last result of a proverb: "dead men tell no tale" and reading this, I decide to tell you mine. 
My tale. I am alive. And awake. 
Still, I have to go to sleep. Good night.


PS.: I know it says men at the proverb even though this is supposed to include women too. I really would like to have the power of changing proverbs.. there are so many just misfit on realities. Forcing behaviour, blames, complaints and regrets. Oh. I wish I could just say You can. We can. Women can! Thanks! 

you are not one of us

Let's say I understand you

I can trully relate to whatever you are passing through

through the valley of darkness

where you can't fit and nothing can be fixed

the water falling isn't safe

the air burns our lungs at first breath

...

my emptiness is as void as any one else

I feel overhelmed

we are not special

on earth, this mental hospital

but you can't consider me part of the group

I'm not enough

the lack of connections has forced me out

you can see me going

the true loneliness is being rejected

voltar à viajar

E se não ficar perfeito

e se através do espelho 

eu não me reconhecer

fatos, verdades, o mundo desfeito

o que importa, na verdade

nem

sempre é verdadeiro

realidades diversas

com o coração fora do peito

percebo a humanidade

nos

faz desumanos

muitas ideias alguma conversa

tudo dito ao nada

e a ninguém interessa

seja simples seja honesta

a vida é uma grande viagem

queria voltar à Grécia.

só o mundo

é um mundo só 

de pessoas ao redor

de famílias e clãs

laços invisíveis novelos de lã

um emaranhado de palavras

somos da vida o quase nada

que a observa e analisa

dignifica valoriza

suspeita

somos todas divas

mesmo o gênero que não abrange

somos todos deuses

ainda que tenhamos sexo

por pura desfeita

a indiferença natural da existência

basta estar vivo para interagirmos

acordando do pesadelo

sonho medonho me deixe em paz

foi-se inverno foi-se verão

foice da morte me chamando em vão

Como tirar da vida um semi morto, um semi vivo

O medo incontrolável me transformando nisso

Medo do medo de ter medo

Nada pode ser sentido
medo engessa o tempo e faz parar tudo 

em 

gemidos

Ovo branco

o branco e as ondas

o branco das ondas.. sete seu número

branco na roupa. a praia socada

pessoas sorrindo espuma em garrafas
espuma do mar

barulho das águas na pedra

estourando em fogos de artificio

 

celebrando o novo

Ovo se abrindo