Monday, November 26, 2018

Uma história de amor para a minha verdadeira musa - Rachel

Muitas vezes escuto música enquanto escrevo cartas e cartas de amor com cor e sem dor.
Escrever na minha língua materna por vezes é um pesadelo no qual entro na história de um país que tem as suas origens no guerreiro Viriato que nasceu em 181 A.C em Viseu e que foi líder da tribo lusitana. O historiador Estrabão assim definiu a Lusitânia: "A mais poderosa das nações de Hispânia, a que, entre todas, por mais tempo deteve as armas romanas". 
Viriato foi um guerrilheiro e lutador na verdadeira acepção da palavra e foi derrotando milhares de tropas do majestoso e organizado Império Romano.
Viriato teve em Roma o rótulo de soberano da Lusitânia, porém, à traição, o Império Romano, compactuou com três de seus aliados para que o assassinassem em 139 A.C.
As origens do povo Português vem dos Lusitanos comandados pelo próprio Viriato e a história do país onde nasci sempre repetiu a História, pois é um facto que a História Mundial repete-se e que a maioria do povo Português sempre ligou e muito ás aparências ou á corrupção esquecendo as suas origens de povo guerreiro e batalhador desde sempre ou de como os seus inúmeros escritores ou artistas vão descrevendo a História do povo num país à beira-mar plantado.
Este foi somente um prelúdio para uma simples carta de amor com orgulho no sangue lusutano que corre nas minhas veias à belissima Rachel que amo.


A olhar para uma simples folha de papel fico a sentir a suavidade do teu rosto e do teu cabelo numa dança sem lança.
Tu vais procurando a essência de um simples lusitano com uma lanterna.
O teu corpo esguio vai dançando enquanto pensas nestas simples palavras:
- Dias.
- Semanas.
- Meses.
- Anos.

01

Eu fico perdido a pensar em inúmeros diálogos de personagens que fui assimilando ao longo dos anos enquanto te dizia isto:
- Baloiço entre um filme chamado "asas do desejo" e no teu beijo.

02

Desde que era uma criança ficava a olhar para o sol inúmeras vezes e na tua companhia vou-te dizendo isto:
- Se tu és eu e eu sou tu numa vida movida com energia e magia, porque é que quando estamos juntos o universo de repente fica parado a observar os nossos olhares apaixonados?


03

Tu falas-me de como o vento não consegue acariciar o meu cabelo da mesma forma com que tu o fazes com tempo e eu nada perdido num lamento, vou-te dizendo:
- Somos vida a calcorrear um espelho.
- Somos uma fusão de corpo e alma.
- Somos o livro que carregas junto ao teu corpo escultural numa beleza sem igual 

04

Tu vais-me narrando isto ao meu ouvido esquerdo:
- No teu despertar, acabas por me deixar sem ar, pois acabamos sempre por nos amar mutuamente sem cessar.
- No meu livro guardo os teus pensamentos, os nossos corações em eterna união em algo bem mais forte que uma simples paixão à qual me entrego em todo o momento com tudo que tenho dentro da minha mão.

05

Eu simplesmente medito nas tuas palavras, pois sei que te amo e o meu coração bate e bate enquanto estou junto a ti em momentos onde o tempo não se perde numa ampulheta com um vidro gasto onde a nossa energia não é gasta num só dia.
Vou-te narrando isto enquanto encosto a minha cabeça no teu corpo escultural:
- Sou a tua voz nada atroz.
- Sou o teu canto quando todo o nosso amor é mais que um pranto.
- Os nossos beijos não são cobertos de desejos ou ensejos.
- Sei que os teus olhos chamam por mim e os teus lábios são um prazer sem fim como se estivessemos no nosso jardim coberto de jasmim.

06

Tu tentas colocar um adorno na tua majestosa cabeça e as tuas tatuagens colam-se nos nossis corpos sem momentos de paragem.
E continuas a olhar para mim enquanto me dizes isto:
 a tua rainha até ao final dos nossos dias.
- Serás o meu rei para todo o sempre nunca ausente.
- Juntos lado a lado, seremos uma força imbatível num mundo inteligível.

07

Eu vou escutando a nossa música que paira no ar que me vai dizendo isto:
- Tu és tudo o que preciso.
- Estou a observar as tuas fotografias junto a mim em todos os nossos dias.
Num qualquer momento, fumo um simples cigarro e escuto a tua voz que vai soltando estas palavras:
- Sou tua...
- Sou a tua lança na nossa dança.
- Sou quem agarra os teus cabelos num orgasmo intenso em dias nunca perdidos no tempo.
- Sou o movimento dos nossos corpos quando vislumbramos o nosso reflexo numa parede amarelecida que mostra o nosso dia a dia nesta vida.

08

Tu observas-me com o teu olhar felino que adoro e vais-me dizendo isto:
- Sei que o meu coração te pertence.
- Sei que os teus beijos nos meus olhos abrem mil folhos.
- Sei que as minhas irís ficam mais nítidas quando o teu abraço me percorre num eterno laço.


09

Eu fico estático junto à igreja onde nos encontramos e penso para mim mesmo:
- A noite de ontem, será o dia de amanhã num constante crescendo num inuendo.
- Ainda sinto os teus dedos a percorrer o meu corpo nada morto.

10

Tu estás a fazer o teu trabalho de modelo fotográfico num templo onde jaz todo o nosso amor com cor e vais-me narrando isto com um beijo húmido, perfumado num instante onde o presente é para todo o sempre.
Junto ao jardim onde nos encontramos, os nossos corpos tocam-se mutuamente, sabendo que a nossa união é mais do que uma simples paixão.

11

Eu encontro-me prostado a ti numa catedral onde a sua luz natural, nos dá a energia que precisamos para um qualquer dia com magia.
Tu vais-me perguntando isto:
- Serei a tua eterna paixão sem ilusão?
- Sou a luz que ilumina os teus passos na tua cidade sem idade, mas com identidade?
Eu simplesmente vou observando cada um dos teus movimentos com tempo.

12

Ao ver-te majestosa, bela e nada misteriosa, vou-te perguntando se a nossa luz pode ser transportada para o teu capuz.
A tua pose descontraida faz com que a música que paira no ar é uma constante fonte de energia na nossa ponte que é uma fonte.
Fico a pensar nos beijos que percorreram as tuas tatuagens sem miragens num qualquer ponto nada perdido num porto onde as mais belas histórias de amor são escritas só para ti e onde a tua beleza magistral entra no nosso lugar espiritual.

13

Eu vou-te observando enquanto uma gatinha parecida com a minha chamada Ilvie percorre os nossos corpos que jazem no solo após noites de paixão na nossa inteira fusã
14

Tu ficas a observar-me em fotografias que me tiraste onde o design das minhas roupas ou obras artisticas baseadas na minha pessoa, eram muito mais que a nossa história com memória.

15

Num estado desconcertado, vais-me dizendo isto:
- Se eu sou tu e tu és eu, porque é que a nossa emoção bate tão forte no nosso coração?
- Sinto a minha alma dilacerada e o meu corpo exausto após uma noite contigo acelarada.

16

Eu falo-te dos meus sobrinhos e sobrinhas todas que os amo a todos no meu coração, enquanto tu me perguntas isto:
- Serei a tua única paixão na tua nação?

17

Eu fico embebecido quando me mostras os teus lamas e a ternura com a qual os abraças, tendo eu a certeza que a tua beleza pernanece sem igual quando te ajudo a tomar conta dos mesmos com paixão natural num desejo nada banal.

18

Observo umas palavras em francês que dizem isto:
- Cada história de amor é mágica, mas a nossa é a minha preferida.
Num sentimento cheio de amor e com cor, vou-te perguntando isto:
- Será que me amas tanto quanto te amo?
- Será que a intensidade dos nossos corpos unidos dá para iluminar uma cidade?

19

Tu vais-me dizendo isto num movimento:
- Sabes que o nosso amor sempre terá cor sem dor.
- Tu bem sabes que o equilibrio das nossas emoções é guiado pelos nossos corações.
- Deixa-me te amar num qualquer instante para todo o sempre num tempo nada ausente.

Para a minha musa inspiradora Rachel com amor

Manuel








Thursday, November 22, 2018

Short narrative about Zombierella or Miss Z for upcoming book project with help by international Artists

I was in the middle of a snowstorm somewhere in Reykiavík - Iceland 
listening to a band named Sólstafir or maybe I wasn't in Iceland but in Siberia and my brain was a bit derranged with white noise while a pack of wolves were running after me and I was hiding in some trees afraid of some storm and powerful lightning strikes.
When all this confusion mess was happening in my mind, a concert was happening at Reykiavík or was in Seattle - U.S.A with some gizmo that was broascasting some sound waves?
I can't quite remember because of wolves fangs that were being pointed at my jugular and I was scared
I was asking for help, but nobody seemed to be around in the huge forest where I was standing so I've decided to look at the bright side of life near an old cabin.

A simple John Doe


Out of nowhere, my phone started buzzing and I was trying to see who it was when a lightning struck the cabin where I was standing.
I only saw a picture of my friend and excellent Russian musician Svetlana that was smiling at me while saying this:
- You're too old to be in the cold.
- I'll give you some kind of smile for a while.


Svetlana smiling 

She continued saying this to me:
- You'll die with a bang on a can.
I wasn't understanding what was happening to me and I looked at a picture of her and it indeed had a bang.

A bang 

Zombierella wasn't cold because she was being protected in some mansion that held a nation while she was on the top of a car.

01

I was a bit frightened when she told me a story about Zombo, the clown.
I don't know why or when I started develloping some sort of phobia regarding painted people that tried to put smiles in children's faces.
She told me this:
- He's my friend, come on and shake his hand.



Zombo - The clown 

Svetlana was near some Joshua Tree and all I wanted to see was a swimming sea.
She was telling me this:
- It's a national park where people meet and the horizon is a desert's deep.
I was thinking that she was right, my phone wasn't buzzing anymore.

02

Out of a sudden another lightning stroke my phone and all I could see in it was static eletricity.
I was imagining Zombierella in some David Lynch's movie in a corridor carrying a bag and I was thinking this to myself:
- Does she carry inside it a gun for fun? 

03

My phone suddenly was alive again and I was actually watching a concert with Zombierella in the band where she plays.
I was still inside the cabin listening to the wolves howling to the storm or was it at me?

04

Svetlana was awaking from a dream in some couch and she was shouting at me:
- Where's my phone?
- Give it to me or I'll kill thee.
Right now, I really knew that I should be really scared with wolves circling me and lightning strikes in some old cabin, how could I escape from another wrath that was a XXIST century woman screaming to me? 
All I knew was that I was in Reykiavík or was it Siberia?


05

I needed to ask for help even if my phone was framed in time.
I saw a picture on my bag by my friend and extraordinary artist Daniel Esteve, it was a sketch based on Zombierella and I prayed to God above for some phone that was working inside the cabin.
I've tried once and twice and Daniel answered me.

Zombierella's sketch by Spanish Artist Daniel Esteve

He told me this when he was picking up the phone in Santiago do Chile: 
- Man, you have a finished artwork based on Zombierella with a written sentence in your personalized notebook with pics of your youngest niece, international artworks based on you and your kitty Ilvie that somebody stoled you.


Zombierella's final artwork by Spanish Artist Daniel Esteve

I've thought this towards myself:
- Maybe Svetlana found her phone and I'm safe and secure.
Oh my golly, I was totally wrong and when I hang up Daniel's call, the phone started ringing and I was shaking. It was Zombierella on the other side of the line telling me this:
- I'm calling you from a phonebooth.
- WHERE'S MY CELLPHONE, YOU BASTARD?
At this time by the sound of her voice, I really knew that I was in trouble.
I was seeing Svetlana's mad and Canadian Artist Stanley Wany told me this in a sort of telepatic way:
- I've told you that a woman's fury should be avoided but you don't listen to me.

Finished artwork based on Zombierella by Canadian Artist Stanley Wany printed in a personalized notebook.

Zombierella gathered her Russian tigers that were painted by her side with love and admiration by American Artist Erik Von Erik and started playing bass and singing this:
- Bela Lugosi's dead... Undead...
I knew that I was knocking at death's door.


Zombierella painting with Russian tigers by Erik Von Erik

Words of admiration by American Artist Erik Von Erik to Svetlana

I was searching for my wallet to see if I had some cash to pick the earliest bus, before Zombierella arriving with her Russian tigers at Siberia.
I looked in all my pockets and my wallet was gone and all I found was a Polaroid of Svetlana playing bass.
I thought this to myself while seeing the pic:
- I'll be smashed Russian by tigers and Zombierella is going to sing me a pretty lullaby for sure.

Polaroid


I started to listen to The Pixies and Kim Deal was telling me this:
- Come on, don't be a bad girl.
Maybe this was a sign from heaven because the polaroid turned itself into a painting based on Svetlana by American Artist Robert Kotrola.


Painting based on Zombierella by American Artist Robert Kotrola

I was searching for my bag and I found in it some sort of printed paper with a Svetlana's Polaroid, a Zombierella picture and an artwork the finished painting based on both by American Artist Robert Kotrola, maybe this was a sign and I was saved from the wolves outside (that I wasn't listening to anymore) and by Russian tigers.

Printed paper with a Polaroid, a picture and an artwork

Suddenly the phone rang once again and my bones were literally chilled, from the other line of the line was Svetlana with a sweet voice telling me this:
- I've found my cellphone, it was under my pillow. 
- Be calm and still.
I was a bit more calm because I knew that it was thanksgiving in the U.S.A and my cellphone was also working again and in it I saw a tribute to Zombierella by American Artist Rikki Romero.

Tribute to Svetlana by American Artist Rikki Romero

I was breathing in and out softly because I knew that I already made an interview not only to Svetlana but also to Oleg Guitaracula from Messer Chups and that I had a printed artwork paper created by Japanese Artist Garbagewhichburns.



Messer Chups by Japanese Artist Garbagewhichburns

I've searched deeper inside my bag and I've found another printed paper with Hungarian actor Bela Lugosi along Zombierella and a painting based on Svetlana by American Artist Robert Kotrola.
I was absolutely safe and calm now.


01

02

I was thinking on what to do or what to write when out of a sudden, I see two huge Russian tigers breaking the door's cabin and chewing my flesh and bones while Svetlana was looking at me and telling me this:
- You've my phone, you BASTARD.
- I've told that if you can't remember my name you would be in Zombieland.

03

Zombierella as seen by German Artist Julian Weber - 01

Zombierella as seen by German Artist Julian Weber - 02


Zombierella as seen by French Artist Sammy The Kay - 01


Zombierella as seen by French Artist Sammy The Kay - 02


Many thanks to all international Artists from several countries who support, supported will support some of my projects and also this one in the upcoming future. You're the best.
Special thanks to my friend and excellent Russian musician Svetlana Zombierella Nagaeva to whom sometimes I ask her permission to borrow a bit her magnificient character.

Manuel




Wednesday, November 21, 2018

A written narrative inside a love story to Rachel


There're times when a napkin flies and when it does I dream with you without a scream.
I know that I was lost in some highway...
I didn't knew where to go either right or left...
I only had a personalized notebook with pictures of me and my youngest niece, artworks based on a Russian musician and myself by international Artists where I was writing something with my bare hands.

02

I was starting to enter in some psychedelic trance while writing a short love story for free near the sea where we used to be.

02


I was miles away in some bay without a pay in May thinking on comic book characters Lucky Luke created by Belgium Artist Morris and Tintin by Hergé


03



You started whispering this to me:
- Stare into my eyes.
- Be my soul and not some ghoul.

04
I did exactly what you told me and started thinking that statues were moving and music was creating movement in them.
I admit that I was a bit scared of a dream to be held without a scream.

05

You were looking at some rhyme in a notebook with your dream look and time was more than a mere chime.
Your voice was inside my body when you said this to me:
- Come with me and let's be free because the ocean doesn't want us in its bed that's being right now spread.

06

I was holding a cigarette box decorated with Portuguese tiles and you're telling me something about miles.
My heart and soul were beating when you told me this:
- With me by your side, you'll be worth more than gold.


07

I was feeling a bit awkward while your eyes were once again staring at me with a kitty in your shoulder that gazed my eyes with an insight full of light in some night 
08

I was hugging a city like madmen do while thinking about what was new and you were asking me this:
- How did you appeared here out of the blue?


09

I knew, don't ask me why or how that I should enter a forest in some morning glory.
You were there in the fairest of the season for some reason and you asked me this:
- Grab my hand and we'll search together for some sand.
I was inside a forest and I knew that we weren't going to find sand there, but one of your tattoos was almost a taboo so I followed you while searching the truth.


10

Inside the forest, you've put some kind of hat in your hair and magic was everywhere.
You were telling me this:
- Look into the horizon with me by your side and I'll give you a slice of life without any ice.
- Dance with me in the fog and we'll be together talking to an ancient log.
Your beauty commanded my voice and thoughts without a choice.


11

We were outside the forest and you were watching every movement that I was making in some lake where early morning ache.
Your eyes were blue...
Your hair was white and it was asking me for some sight without fright.
You were whispering this to me:
- Catch the fire...
- Be my wire...
- Reach the goal...
- Be my story untold...


12

Suddenly we were once again in the forest and you were looking at some tree...
I was in a time loop and was asking you this:
- Where're you taking me?
- Where's joy?
- Are we some kind of toy?
You didn't said anything to me and danced with me near a tree...

13


Roses were near your hair that wasn't in despair.
Your hands were caressing them with delight and an insight while you were asking me this:
- Do you want to be my light when I'm without sight?
- Do you want to be some written page on my life with a trace?
I was actually smelling the roses that were near your face while knowing that you were my ace.


14

Your hair was green and your look suddenly was the page of my book.
You asked me this when I was staring at you:
- Why don't you come with me in a smile for a while?
You were grabbing your hair and I could see that your clothes weren't fit for winter time, so I've loaned you my coat and we were inside some boat.


15

We travelled seas far wide...
We travelled oceans without a single sight to see...
We visioned the sun light without fright...
We sang for the moon with only a tiny spoon...
Our bodies were freezing together in a night so bright...


16

Suddenly we were inside our own dream where you were talking to me about ice-cream.
Your staring eyes were more than pretty lies...
- Your hair was now blonde and I was thinking on how to vision them brown again without a single bend.


17

You were covered in a shirt with bats and you shouted me this:
- DON'T YOU THINK THAT BATS ARE THE MOST INTELLIGENT LIVING BEINGS THAT EXISTS IN PLANET BLUE?
- CAN YOU HEAR FOR WHOM THEY TOLL?
I was a bit scared at this moment but your sugar lips created a sudden movement in my hips and I answered you this:
- I love bats and how they always fly in circles.
- I don't know to whom they toll.
- Are they tolling for thee?


18

Without a single word from you, we were once again deep into a forest and you were asking for my heart on a plate as a start for dinner for some sort of sinner.
I wasn't affraid anymore because I saw your hair turning blue and at that time, I really knew that you were a faerie talking with me for free.


19

I look towards a painting created based on you...
I circled my arms around your pretty neck...
- I've put my fingers in your sugar lips that were only ink on the brink.


20

You were holding my arms...
You were caressing every movement that I was making...
You were fleeing and fleeing inside my heart and soul...
We were one and we were not old...
I was thinking in a portrait to see the shadow of myself merging with thee...


21

I was holding your body at some sea of love where a dove was a smile in a crowd that provided an echo in my mind that was real kind...
I remember you whispering this to me:
- I'm forever yours, why can't you see?
- I'm our story to be told...
- You know that I'm worth more than all your gold...
I was gazing into your eyes...
I was holding you tight and real bright...
I was sensing my heart beating with yours.
Your emotions were running wild in some ride without pride...
You were shouting me this:
- I'M YOUR HIGHER LOVE...
- I'M YOUR LOST HIGHWAY...
- I'M YOUR TEARS WITHOUT FEARS...
I'M YOUR DISAPPEARING ACT AS A TRUE FACT.




We weren't lost at all in some free fall...
We both know that love's is a story untold that we don't unfold...
I was always telling you this:
- You're my bliss inside a kiss...
- You're my look inside a book...
- You're my root when I'm on foot...
You were answering me this:
- Be bold and brave...
- Be by my side in life as a dice...
- Love me and you'll love my pets...
- Be my essence...
- Be my joy...
- Be my pride on a ride...
- Stand beside my trembling heart...
- I'll give you all my love like a simple dove...
- I'm at your house without a dream scene...
- I'll hold your hands for you to see that we're merging our life's into one in the sea.
- I'll always be your kiss in a bliss...
- Touch my hair and I'll be your muse forever and ever wherever and whenever we'll be...

https://www.instagram.com/p/BpFTj6choHr
   ...To sweet Rachel with love

Manuel