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Catching a picture in a window frame at Miss Pavlova coffeeshop in Porto |
Thinking on a forest...
Dreaming with kittens...
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A kitty that I've seen growing up |
Puzzle with a sudden blur...
Sharing love with a pie while trying to capture a movie.
Lost in 1993 working and working with no gain...
Depeche Mode and Einsturzende Neubauten are in my thoughts...
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Depeche Mode - Devotional Tour - Porto |
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Einsturzende Neubauten at Voz do operário |
Hair being grabbed by my hands...
Soft kisses whispered in a woman's ear...
2016 - Almada's street sunk into a boat where workers use to stand and to be recognized...
Handmade, handjunk, handful of gain.
A coffee spread into the horizon...
Smoking while dreaming...
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Abandoned houses at almada's street in Porto |
1993 - police officers everywhere while a van filled with money is being deposited...
A treasure is hidden in a mere napkin with lips stains on it.
Cocteau Twins are in our hears, hearts and dreams..
A sparrow said this to a tree:
- I need a pie to be free.
- I need a picture of you to jump like a mere flea.
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Cocteau Twins - Treasure |
A kitty stands close to me while we're lost in a Diamanda Galas concert while saying this to thee:
- Are you the divine glory that will carry me into your house while being me?
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Diamanda Galas in Hard Club - Gaia |
In 2017, I think in a mere pencil or a rubber and I only write and write, how the bitter juice of lemons were the sweetest thing that could be provided to me.p
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Being the best version of myself |
March 1993 - You're in a street next to me giving me bread while I try to give you words and sympathy.
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A warrior |
April 2017 - We're both lost in a closet, in a mirror, in a shadow while I try to gather info from thee.
(Being hunted by a freak gives me the creeps)
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Not lost in a professional card |
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Essence in my professional card |
1994 - You're within me and I'm into you and I clearly remember that in a sweet September we were shadows on a wall while being lost in a mere hall.
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Filipinha, Cátia and Baltazar at Francelos |
June 2016 - I scent your perfume everywhere and how your clothes and hair used to be.
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A soul trapped in Porto's subway glasses |
March 2017 - I remember a hidden feeling in my heart and soul.
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Ilvie - Heart and soul |
December 1994 - I'm with you into the blue..
November 2016 - I'm not feeling blue, but I search for my youth.
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Cat's exhibition at boémia caffe in Porto with help of international artists |
February 1995 - We've a baby kitty pure and white as snow.
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My first baby Jacky |
June 1996 - We've another baby kitty that haunts our dreams..
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My second baby Nuala |
February 2017 - My heart's in your hands while I listen to your soul screaming for me.
A rose is being held for thee, while I smoke a cigarette being FREE.
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Magical Ilvie |
April 1998 - Another kitty whispers to us.
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My kitty Jacky and my third baby Maya |
April 2017 - I'm watching cartoons with my youngest niece.
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My niece Letícia |
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Gift to Letícia by Argentine artist Mister ED |
December 2003 - Another baby kitty appears to us and she smiles at me having a fragile body and a strong heart and soul.
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My fourth baby Pimpolha |
January 2017 - I'm dreaming of you and how you were always on my shoulder, head and back.
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Ilvie reading my books |
November 2016, someone says this to me:
- What do you want to do with your life for a while?
- Are you searching for poems in oblivion?
- Are you trapped while searching for your essence?
I don't have words to reply, so I gaze and try to gather some oxygen while fearing Satan that's behind me.
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Being a bit like José Mourinho |
January 2000
We don't know what to do...
We don't know who are we...
We don't what's that sound that appears out of a sudden.
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The invisibles issue 5 by Grant Morrison with design by Rian Hughes |
September 2016
Dreaming with Andaluzia...
Lost in thoughts at Sevilla...
Looking at the time...
Smoking a cigarette...
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A frame in glass at Porto's subway |
August 2016
Dreaming with Mexico...
Lost in thoughts...
No time...
Smoking a cigarette...
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Smoking a cigarette at boémia caffe with a drawing of Mourinho by Spanish artist Santiago Sequeiros |
June 2016
Trying to pick ice in Finland..
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Exhibition at Finland comic book festival - tributes to Valentina - Design by Portuguese artist Sérgio Rocha |
No thoughts, only love...
No fear when our bodies are being melted down in sweat...
Looking at a paper doll forming a comic book character within ourselves...
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Endless poster |
April 2016
No words...
My kitty's Ilvie sleeping with me while gazing into my eyes...
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Ilvie in a handmade box that was given to me |
May 2016
My kitty's Ilvie is asking me for food while I'm always talking with her..
Try to work... Foot hurts... But my kitty needs me...
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Love + heart + soul |
February 2016
A Valentine's gift is being wrapped by my own hands while I do try to make a story...
(Scotland's shame's on and my body seems that It's burning)
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Santiago Sequeiros - Mourinho |
December 2015
Rain pours on our heads and we know that we're being dead souls...
My kitty Ilvie stares at me while I give her food from my hand...
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Dreaming Ilvie |
June 2014
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Crepax exhibition - Beja X comic book festival front poster |
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Crepax exhibition - Beja X comic book festival back poster |
I'm curating a show...
I'm at the first row...
Books are being displayed in a talk while I think on Jim Jarmusch's movies.
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A Jim Jarmusch movie |
June 2013
I listen live to Explosions in the sky without My Bloody Valentine, my body is in limbo while I only think in a morning bell without pictures.
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Explosions in the sky at Nos - Primavera Sound Porto |
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My Bloody Valentine at Nos - Primavera Sound Porto |
April 2017
I'm still at Miss Pavlova coffeeshop searching for Michaela Pavlatova animations.
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Michaela Pavlatova - Carnival of animals |
Someone's shouts to me:
- Go away...
- Find your soul in a lost street...
- Every breath you take we're watching you...
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At Boémia caffe with a t-shirt with a Valentina sketch study by Santiago Sequeiros |
I don't answer and I'm certain that I'm like Winston's character in George Orwell's novel "1984" and I smoke a cigarette that comes from a brand with his name.
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1984 by George Orwell |
To be continued