Saturday, November 9, 2019

Info with a short narrative about Corto Maltese, an autobiography, a tribute to Bela Lugosi among other projects with help by international artists

This is only a simple draft of a chapter of my own autobiography in between projects with help by some of the best international artists that I know of to be turned into books by The Fall whose artworks can be seen and read with written illustrated narratives in previous posts in this same blogue.
Hugo Pratt's Corto Maltese tributes 
Daria Inside An Aria 
Didi Wray Lost Inside A Love Story Every Single Day
Mascara Girl Inside A Call By The Fall
Hungarian actor Bela Lugosi tribute narrative
Compilation of poems to XXIst Century women that are musicians, writers, fashion models, artists, writers or simple women
A Love Story Every Single Day to Elena Being Bela 
A Simple Autobiography 
 So for now this is only me drafting ideas and some plots with or without twists in my mind, heart and soul because crafting words isn't as simple as it seems.



Bela Lugosi, Boris Karloff and Lucille Lund In Edgar G. Ulmer's "the black cat" from 1934

I know that I never had a black cat as a pet, but Didi Wray has one named Gorda and Sandra Mesquita has another one named Ofélia and I wrote poems and narratives to them and their kitties as pets.
Above is a movie that I think that links a bit my tribute narrative to Bela Lugosi 


Elena Poulou member of The Fall british band and third wife of its frontman Mark E. Smith 

We're by The Fall, so I thought that it was cool paying a tribute to British band with the same name because its former leader Mark E. Smith, that passed away in 24th January 2018 singing live until his last breath, was married to a woman named Elena who worked with him and I'm marrying a woman with the same name.


Me, my kitty Ilvie and Daria Kovaleva 


Daria Inside An Aria is also linked with Bela tribute narrative, because she actually is bela, knowing myself that sometimes in written narratives that I create with her being she Twin Peaks Tv series character Audrey Horne (that's interpreted by American actress Sherilyn Fenn) talking to character Philip Jeffries (interpreted by the immortal master chameleon/blackstar and British artist David Bowie) and that was created by American artists David Lynch and Mark Frost.
 This sort of link can be seen in the picture above with her by my side and my memories with my kitty Ilvie that was stolen from me and that was also Bela for six years by my side as my muse in my personal and professional life in my past projects and that will always be in present and future projects inside my heart and soul with help by international artists.

Me and my love Elena

Elena's my present and maybe will be my future until I turn myself into some sort of cosmic dust like can be seen in the picture above.


 Wim Wenders "Wings of desire" and "Mirror" by Tarkovsky masterpiece movies, an artwork by Argentine artist Vanesa Carosia and Mascara inside a Call by the Fall book project 

The two movies shown in the picture above are masterpieces, in one an angel falls in love by a mortal woman, in the other a writer falls in love by a simple woman.
 There's also an artwork by Argentine artist Vanesa Carosia with a cool message about some kind of women who aren't cool at all and Mascara inside a narrative written by me with her (and she's a real simple, cool, talented and pretty young lady). 

Me and Ineta 


Women always were part of my life, sometimes I think a bit about Ineta from Latvia and what could have happened in my life if I married and lived with her. (but this occurs to me only in some seconds in 24 hours when I do actually think a bit).
 She's a pretty, cool and awesome woman and my memories with her are magnificient (I even remember the last time that I touched her hair and she also does).


First interlude "what about us" live song by The Fall british band from their 2005 album "Fall Heads Roll" 





I've thought on putting here as an interlude a song of The Fall because we are currently on this season with an awesome title and lyrics where the band mention a shipman (is he a sailor or a tailor?), maybe I'll link this lyrics with Corto Maltese tributes artworks inside a narrative.


Lars Von Trier "Europa" masterpiece movie, a blonde woman, a quote that I love by Christopher Lee, artworks based on me by Argentine artist German Genga and Spanish maestro José Luis Ágreda, an astonishing picture based on a XXIst century woman named Valentina by my friend and Brazilian artist Alex Korolkovas and some words by my blonde Dovile 


Memories are the most important thing in our lives, in the picture above, there's a masterpiece movie that talks about them and how Europe always was a continent a bit similar to Babel, there is a quote that I love, some artworks based on me and handwritten words by a blonde woman from Lithuania who could possibly change my life if we were together in love.

Myself holding a book and my kitty Ilvie


In the picture above there's somebody showing me my kitty Ilvie when it was stolen from me as it was some kind of award to her and myself reading a book.


Second interlude song "Away" by British band The Bolshoi from their 1986's "Friends" album 




The song that can be listened in the link above, I've chosen it in a random way.
 It's one of the best songs ever written and its video has lots of cats as pets and it actually triggers some memories of myself with my five stolen kitties.

Family and my first Bela 


Past and present family for me means a lot, my first wife named Bela meant the world to me and I love my memories and remember every single detail of them inside pictures like the one above.

Astonishing masterpiece movie "Trouble Every Day" by Claire Denis, Extraordinary masterpiece book "Pixy" by Swedish artist Max Andersson, Finnish artist Terhi Ekebom wearing her art masks, a port wine label with artworks by American artist Melinda Gebbie, French artist Olivier Deprez, Belgium artist Dominique Goblet and German artists Lars Henkel and Kai Pfeiffer, an original artwork for "V for vendetta" masterpiece graphic novel by British artist David Lloyd 


In the picture above is a masterpiece movie based on a vampire woman interpreted by French actress Beatrice Dale and some international artists who I worked with in the past in books or worldwide exhibitions.


My first kitty Jacky 


Me, my cousins Patricia, Telmo and Bruno 


In the two pictures above are memories with my kitties and my family throughout the years.



Oldman Jocker 

In the picture above, there's an old friend of mine who sometimes I help with his own memories

A Serge Gainsbourg tribute artwork by French artist Isabel Pessoa, "Ashes and snow" masterpiece documentary, "Samaritan girl" by Korean director Kim Ki Duk, "Eros" by Antonioni, Sodenbergh and Wong Kar Wai, David Lynch and Monica Bellucci, Terhi Ekebom painting a mural 

Me and my cousin Patricia 


Me and Christ On A Bike 

Memories are everything in a simple human being, in the pictures above, I try to depict some of my own inside narratives.

My kitties Maya and Pimpolha

My first kitty Jacky 
My kitties were my love and they weren't a dove, in the pictures above are memories of me in their company.



My youngest niece Letícia


My first kitty Jacky 



Me, Oldman Jocker and Christ On A Bike 


Me and my little cousin Evinha 

A bit more of memories in pictures above with my kitties, friends and family.


Me and Ineta at a Peter Murphy concert


Sometimes a single moment could change a life in a split second.
I loved Ineta deeply and she loved me and we both know it and felt it.
 Past isn't the present, but it'll always be part of our future inside our own memories.



Third and final interlude with a live version of "Bela Lugosi's dead" song by British band Bauhaus sang by their lead singer Peter Murphy, Trent Reznor, lead singer of American band Nine Inch Nails along Tv On The Radio American band 





Many thanks to all international artists who helped, are helping or will help me on the future in the projects mentioned in this post or others that I worked on in the past or will develop in the future.
 Special thanks to my family, to my friends, to Daria, to Didi, to Mascara, to Sandra, to Ineta, Dovile, to kitties Gorda and Ofélia (for triggering memories with my own stolen tive kitties) and to my current love Elena with whom I'll marry soon.


Um poema para a minha musa Didi Wray - Tributo narrativo a Bela Lugosi

Eu, a Didi, a Gorda e o Bela 

- Um...

- Dois...
- Três...
- És tu, outra vez?
 A Gorda começa a mirar-me enquanto salta para a minha camisola sem gola.
A Didi diz-me isto:
- Ela é louca por ti...
- Eu nem sei como ela te vê num instante de relance...
- Tiveste saudades minhas meu amor sem dor?
 Eu estava sem cigarros...
 A minha mente estava presente...
 O meu corpo estava dormente...
 Dizia-te isto:
- Querida, Bela é um facto e não um acto...
- Corto Maltese é um projecto não um artefacto...
- Tu és a minha história nunca perdida numa qualquer saída...
 Tu estavas com uma camisola azul mar e dizias que sentias falta de me amar...
 - A tua caneta não é preta...
 - A Gorda é a nossa Cinderella sendo Bela...
 - Os meus lábios são o teu doce nada melancólico, mas sim melódico...
 Abraçavas-me...
 Despenteavas o meu cabelo...
 Escutavamos um som bom...
 Estavamos no nosso quarto a dançar sem parar até desmaiar...
 A Gorda estava no nosso jardim sem fim... Estavamos dentro dum orgasmo e não num espasmo...
 Dizias-me isto:
 - As tuas botas são pesadas e demasiado grandes para mim...
 - Posso usar a tua t-shirt no nosso momento com tempo?
 - Quero observar as cicatrizes do teu coração com emoção e ilusão...
 - Sou tua como a lua...
  A Gorda miava sem parar num prazer com lazer...
 Os pássaros cantavam até ao anoitecer...  
 Estátuas não estavam paradas...
 Estavam iradas...
 - Será que me irás amar para sempre mesmo quando a tua mente estiver ausente?
 Perguntavas-me isto...
 Eu sem t-shirt e com o corpo fazia-te um movimento num crescendo...
 - É o bater das asas dum morcego sem capa, sem borracha que tudo racha?
  Perguntavas-me isto.
 O quarto eras tu e eu num ser único que procurava ir até ao mais profundo deste mundo...
- Sentes o meu coração na tua mão?
- Não sabes que sou o teu vulcão com paixão?
 A Gorda continuava a deambular pela casa a observar uma asa...
 Ela era Bela...
 Ela era felina...
 De repente sem eu calcular, não contávamos estrelas no ar...
 Os teus olhos negros possuíam o meu corpo nada morto e eu dizia-te isto:
- Existe a nossa casa...
- Existe amor com cor...



Num acto narrativo 

Friday, November 8, 2019

A poem to my friend and magnificent musician Helena Espvall - tribute narrative to Bela

Helena Espvall

- 30...
- 10...
- 23...
- Are you listening to me?
 These questions were posed by you to me.
 I suddenly was lost in the plot about what was and what was not...
 I was listening to Helena in a playlist...
 She told me that it was her performance setlist...
- Iva...
- Fever...
- Bittova...
- Ray...
- There was a rainy day...
- Lisbon was a movie...
- It wasn't groovy...
- Bergman...
- Pen...
- Ingmar...
- Star...
 I wasn't understanding nothing at all while listening to Helena by The Fall...
 There was a Cello...
 It was her fellow...
 There was a Violin...
 It wasn't green...
- Voice...
- Choice...
- Act...
- Fact...
- Wenders...
- Wim...
- Kim...
- Wings...
- Tone rings...
 I was telling you this...
 You answered me this way:
- Man, it's hard being art...
- Man, it's hard being a part...
- Swedish I am...
- It's written this somewhere with a pen...
- It seems that I'm Vikings descendant...
- Maybe we aren't a lost pendant...
- Lisbon is harmony...
- Just stare at that lovely tree...
- There's green...
- You know what I mean...
- There's comic books...
- There's looks...
- There's music everywhere...
- There's TV series that pop out of nowhere...
- There's pride in some ride...
- There's Scandinavia as a pagan nation...
- There's poetry in motion inside an Ocean...
 I listened to your full album...
 It had an awesome atmosphere...
 It was more than joy...
 It was more than a mere toy...
 Without me knowing what to tell you...
  I've told you this:
- Do you remember an interview that I made to Iva?
- She's no diva...
 You sent me your latest album to listen...
 I was paying close attention to every single detail...
 There wasn't a single fail...
 I've told you this:
- Helena, you're bliss...
- You always know to where the wind hiss...


Me and my love Elena reading a Julio Cortazar book 






A poem to kitty Ofélia because she's Bela

Ofélia 

- Hey you...
- Out of the blue...
- Something new...
- I'm not lost in Babel...
- I've learnt that all that I need to do is being belle...
- Learned a new language...
- All's different in science...
- All's different in silence...
- Can I destroy all house now with an arrow and a bow?
 Asks Ofélia this to Sandra with a kiss...
- You're my morning bliss...
- Super pretty kitty...
- You're so sweety...
- Your fur isn't black at all and we are only by the Fall...
- You circle my entire being with your own dream and without a scream...
 Says this Ofélia to Sandra...


French Words 

- I sigh...
- I lie...
- When you're not by my side...
- I turn the house into a tide...
- You are pretty also...
- Your long hair is cool as a tool...
- Your dress is a game chess...
- Please make check mate in my plate...
- I want chicken and fish on my dish...
- What's that?
- Another cat?
- Never in your dreams will you bring here another feline one who screams.
 Says Ofélia this to Sandra.
 Sandra is tired... 
 All week she was hired... 
 Sandra is cool... 
 Sandra is Ofélia's tool... 
 Sandra has a blouse destroyed by Ofélia in their house...
- Hey you...
- What's new?
- You know that I love you...
- You're my loose muse...
- There's a dream with a pin...
- There's a glass mirror with class...
- There's our free pass...
- There's a song about love...
- There's a song about a dove...
- I know what I should do...
- Only kiss the fun for fun...
- Being Bela without an umbrella...
- Don't read a book...
- Just observe my look...
- I'm sleepy and lazy being at the same time a daisy...
Said Ofélia this to Sandra.
- Never drink wine...
- Water is fine...
- Never wear a mask...
- You're my task...
- You're my kitty sweetie...
- You're super pretty...
- Let's sleep and inside dreams meet...
 Sandra says this to Ofélia while her tiny paws show a tiny bit of her claws...
- It's love you know?
- It's not a dove in a rainbow... 
 Sandra whispered this to Ofélia while knowing that being a muse is being a bit spread loose without any noose... 
 Ofélia licked Sandra's face and suddenly they were inside a magnificent embrace...

A poem to sweet Isabel Pessoa - Tribute narrative to Hungarian actor Bela Lugosi

Artworks by Isabel Pessoa based on myself and my kitty Ilvie among some vampires nuns and an artwork based on Valentina (or was it Clementina?) on a collective exhibition to her with international artists all over the world by French artist Walter Minus 


- Man...
- Yes you...
- I know how you stand...
- Have you ever wrote a poem to me?
 You asked this to me...
 I was not thinking at all...
 Maybe it was the effect of The Fall...
 Without knowing what to say...
 I said this to you...
- Isabel it's me and you...
- There were paintings and art for a start...
- What can I say besides "I love you"?
 I've replied this to you..
- Man, you're bad to me...
- You know that I love to draw thee...
- You know that I love your kitty...
- You know that I draw your niece and she's so sweetie...
 You were telling me this...
 It was raining hard...
 It was a song from a bard...
 You whispered this on my left ear:
- Man, you know who I am...
- Use your pen...
Suddenly you moved into my right ear:
- Man, you're a strange mind...
- I know that you're kind...
- I know that you ain't blind...
 I wasn't understanding anything at all...
 We were inside a call...
- Man, don't be a bat...
- Just be a cat...
 You said this to me...
 I was observing a map inside a castle while taking a nap...
- Man, don't dream...
- I know that you love ice-cream...
 You said this to me...
 I was thinking on a paper character being fashion and passion...
- Was it Valentina or Clementina?
- Man, don't derrange my brain in vain...
 You said this to me...
 I was somewhere inside a hidden dream...
 Looked into your eyes...
- What can I do when I don't see any lies?
I've asked you this...
- Man, I drew you a sailor in pink with ink...
- You're fire and blood...
- You're never in the mud...
I was staring quietly at you...
It was France and some Romance...
- City of light, Man...
- Be bright with your pen...
 You said this to me...
I was telling you about a dance...
Silence was a chord made of science...
 You were real mad then while saying this to me:
- You promised me a coffee and a toffee...
- You told me about sugar and honey...
- Were you being funny as a bunny?
 You asked me this...
 There was a candlelight that burned bright...
- Don't you have any fright?
 You posed me this question...
I stared at you and told you:
- Isabel you know me...
- I don't marry nuns near the sea...
- They're vampires that carry blood with the flood...
- You know who I love...
- I'm not interested on a dove...
- Shield warrior queen...
- You know what I mean...
I've said this to you...
- Is Isabel your belle?
- Did she casted you a spell?
- Is Daria your Aria?
- I know that your heart always has a start...
- Don't tell me...
- I know...
- It's a blow...
- Is it Sandra by the shore?
- You always ask more and more...
- One time you told me that you merge with Serge...
- Is it Jane and you're Tarzan inside a bang?
- Is it Helen of Troy?
- I know that you aren't a boy...


A book by Jon Kalman Stefánsson and a picture of my kitty Ilvie 

 I was so confused that I didn't knew what to answer you...
 I observed every single painting by you...
 Saw there something new...
- Man, don't be like that...
- You always take cats out of your hat...
- You drive girls mad...
- I can't understand you, Man...
- I know that you aren't bad...
- Do they love only your pen?
 You asked me this...
 I was telling you about a marriage to be...
- Can I be there for free?
- I'll paint you both together forever...
- You know me Man...
- We go back without any hidden track...
- I love your pen...
- But when coffee is hot...
- Beware if your lips are shot...
- Your hair is always changing...
- Do you think that is the process of ageing?
 You asked me this...
 I've told you about some bliss...
- You're a gentleman...
- You're a knight with a pen...
- You ride horses in the field...
- You have a tiny shield...
- You have a weak point...
- Your kitty counts more to you than any amounts ...
- Will you love the girl for sure?
 You asked me this...
- I'll marry her and later I'll see what we'll be...
- What's a queen without a king?
- A useless pin?
 I've asked you this...
- Man, your heart runs fast...
- Make it last...
- You know that I love you...
- Bring me something new...
 I didn't knew what to say...
 Night was merging into day...
- Isabel...
- You know...
- A belle...
- I don't cast any spell...
- She's my wife to be...
- Everybody can see...
 I've said this to you...
- Man, don't forget to always put fish on a dish...
- Man, she'll be your treasure and your leisure...
- Your mind is kind...
- She isn't blind...
- I'm sure that she's beautiful inside and outside...
- I know this because you both will give me a ride...
 You told me this...
 Mr Sandman was telling me this:
- Sleep you must...
- Be just...
 And without knowing what to do, I've told you this:
- We'll see if it'll be something new...
- You know me and you know that I never fade into the blue...
- Man, don't start with Gainsbourg talk...
- I'll take you to a coffee for a walk...
- But I don't forget your promise...
- Give me a toffee...
- Offer me some candy...
- I'll be your emotion in the ocean...
- I know that you're a tailor sailor...
 I looked into your eyes while saying you this:
- Isabel, the present is now, the future is a row...
- You know me...
- I've put zombies talking and later walking...
- Let's go to that street...
- Children are playing trick or treat in a street where we meet

Thursday, November 7, 2019

A poem to my love Sandra Lippert who ain't a dove.- Bela Lugosi's tribute narrative inside an autobiography

A masterpiece artwork by Italian maestro Bernardino Constantino, a pic of my love Sandra and myself carrying a personalized t-shirt with an artwork by Argentine artist Mr Ed based on my kitty Ilvie 


 I was in some wonderwall by The Fall.
 Art was some part...
 There was a guy holding a tiny devil inside a Bernardino Costantino's artwork as a fork...
 We were here...
 We were there...
 There was an atmosphere...
 We were everywhere and not elsewhere...
 We were blown into myspace inside human race...
 We were throwing stones at facebook with a book...
 We were licking flickr with a kicker...
 We were not thinking on Instagram because there was no glam...
 We were staring at whatsapp for a start...
 We were at tinder opening a chocolate kinder...
 We were at tumblr thinking about slumber...
 We were whispering to ourselves that hi5 was high...


Me holding my last pic of my stolen kitty Ilvie

 We were listening to youtube with an icecube...
 We were bearing pinterest with total rest...
 We were listening to a podcast that lasted and lasted...
 There was Google drive inside a ride with pride..
 There was Pitchfork being a dork...
 There was Classic FM telling something to a deadman...
My kitty Ilvie - 01 

 There was Spotify...
 This was no lie...
 There was a tape recorder...
 Vynil was out of order...
 Compact disc was at disorder...
 There was PDF, scribd and whatever means to grieve...


Me holding my last moment with my stolen kitty Ilvie

 You told me this:

- It's fun, being jolly in the sun...
- It's cool blaming the rain for being fool...
- It's cool loving a cat that is a bat...
- It's cool reading a letter while feeling better...
- It's cool receiving and sending parcels where ring bells...
- It's cool thinking on music and sound with a bound...

My kitty Ilvie - 02 


 I was staring at your pretty eyes...
 They had no lies...
 They weren't lost...
 They were a post...
 They weren't a ghost...
 They were an host...
- Hey Man, memories are time without a rhyme...
- Rubber is an eraser without a lazer...
- There's phone...
- There's home...
- There's planet blue...
- There's me and you...
- There's Heiner Muëller in a society of outcasts that lasts...


An artwork with me and my kitty Ilvie by Spanish maestro Jon Ander Azaola because somebody of my past erased all my pics in the company of my kitty

- There's Pessoa being a writer and a fighter...
- There's even Philip Jeffries at Twin Peaks with no leaks...
- There's your kitty Ilvie in your heart for a start...
- There's William Blake with an ache...
- There's Christian Death without breath...
- There's Mogwai cutting a slice of pie...
- There's Cure in an endure...
- Man, be this...
- Nurture me with a kiss...
- Don't put my mind inside a bliss...
- You know that your serpent's hiss...
- You're fun...
- You use words as a gun...
- I love you, you now?
- Life's a simple row...
 I didn't knew what to say to you...
Asked my lover Gory Alice to tell me what was new...
Asked my aunt Karene Stapleton and uncle  Edward Stapleton to tell me something out of the blue...
 I even asked Bernardino if I was a sailor being a tailor or John Constantine with some mean...



An artwork by John Constantine drawn by British artist David Lloyd, me and my youngest niece Letícia and an artwork by Argentine artist Mr Ed based on my kitty Ilvie

Hugo Pratt's Corto Maltese character being a sailor and not a tailor 

 They all told me this:
- Man, you know that the world isn't a solitude story inside a morning glory...
 Looked at you...
 Whispered to you:


My kitty Ilvie - 03

- There's a slice of life real nice...

- Let's roll the dice...
- Let's play cat and mice...
- We aren't ice...
- You look like Melissandre inside a spell being bell waiting for the God of light in the night being bright...
- There was flesh and bone not being a stone...
- There was a soul bringing fire with a wire...
- There was something sweet inside a greet...
 You watched me at some forest near a tree, I was gazing into thee...


Me carrying a personalized t-shirt with an artwork by Argentine artist Mr Ed based on my kitty Ilvie

 You told me:
- Man, you're a fact...
- Don't act...
- You're a pen being a man...
- You're my legs shaking and aching...
- You're in my hair in open air..
- You're pagan art...
- You've a primal heart...
- You're an Heilung fan...
- You're my man...
- You're something being built and rebuilt...
- You're not a collapse...
- You're fast...
- You aren't a house of lies...
- You know that I love your eyes...
- You're not half man or half pen...
- You're not inside a den...
- Why are you so bold when Neubauten told you something about your soul?
- Ich sprache mit dir Mann...
- Was kann ich mehr geben dir im leben?
 I was looking at you fragile staring at a wall by The Fall inside a call and without you noticicing it I was kissing you on your house hall...
- Through the looking glass...
- With class on the pass...
 You said this to me while our joy was simply staring at some toy...

My kitty Ilvie - 04

 There was a cabin in satin...
 There was a white night...
 There was you at sight...
 There was Salzburg...
 There was Saint Petersburg...
 There was Munich...
 There was dich...
 There was Peaky Blinders being fun with no gun...
 There was Westworld where Milton's Paradise Lost was also an host...
 There was memories of a TV series that was Dark in the park...
- Man, love you...
- You know that this is true...
- I'm not a dove...
- I'm your love...
- Think fast...
- I know that you don't think on the past...
- Be me...
- I'll be thee...
- You know who I am...
- Just give me your bloody pen...
 I've mirrored your arms and without you knowing it...
 We were two in one having real fun observing a chameleon blackstar that is never far...