A short fable to my friend and American artist Laura Lee Wong

- Hey Man, 

- I'm not Palmer...

- Where's the Twin?

- Must I swim?

- Where're the Peaks?

- Can you tell me what leaks?

 I didn't knew what to answer you...

 I was observing an artwork by Italian artist Bernardino Costantino based on Vlimmer aka Alexander Leonard Donat...

 Maybe I was thinking about Jaime's character Ray...

 Thought this to myself:

- Come what may...

 You said this to me:

- 1...

- 2...

- 3...

- There's Pandora box...

- It seems like there's there a fox...

- What marvel can you behold when you're being bold? 

 I was confused by your question...

 Maybe it was some ancient myth on my mind deep in a snake's pit being kind...

 I'm sure that Bauhaus school was more than a tool...

- Come on Man, you're no fool...

- There's a theater play at bay...

- Sometimes the devil does pay...

I was smoking a cigarette not thinking at Clément Duval at all because he was somewhere in some free fall being small...

- God...

- Country...

- Queen...

- You know what I mean...

 You told me this while I was observing words battling with swords...

 Maybe my mind was not being kind...

- There's gold...

- They told...

- I had a lover that was a Portuguese vampire...

- He walked into barbed wire...

 You told me this...

 I couldn't spell a word at all because I was inside a call...

 Said this to you:

- Xaime, you know?

- There's love and a blow...

- Rockets, they say...

- It happened during the day...

- Pirates...

- Cowboys...

- Toys with boys...

- Gals with a coat inside a boat...

- There's a lost highway...

- They say that the devil does pray...

- Dog...

- Frog...

- Hot...

- Shot...

- Blank...

- Rank...

- Company book...

- Let's have a quick look...

 You were observing my hand that didn't bend while I was telling you this: 

 - Amnesiac isn't a state of mind when the bell tolls chime...

- Mão Morta is a band with a short hand...

- Bracara Augusta was not Porto at all...

- There was there religion everywhere after all...

- Come on Man...

- Tell me where's your pen...

- Gals do what gals do...

- You know how it's...

- They pop out of the blue...

 I wasn't thinking on a movie groovy...

 Maybe I was thinking on a number...

 Maybe it was slumber...

- 20...

- 46...

- 46...

- 20...

 These code numbers appeared out of nowhere and were deep in my own atmosphere...

 You said this to me:

- Man, you know?

- Women are tricky and pretty...

- You're sweetie...

- Your spirit dwells in between belles...

- Cast a spell...

- There's a belle...

- Isabel...

- Codfish...

- Danish...

- Red hair...

- Short body and clothes...

- Maybe they're in several boats...

- Whatever Man...

- People tell about your pen...

- Joy...

- Toy...

- Boy...

- There's a rock hill...

- There's what you feel...

- Think on something nice with an ace of spades without shades...

- Whoever...

- Whatever...

- Whenever...

- United states, Man...

- Google pen...

- Facebook is a crook...

- Alligator swam in mud swamp being it a dump...

- You're fucking Portuguese...

- You guys say "por favor" instead of please...

- You're weird, you know?

- There's Pessoa there...

- There's things told and things untold...

- There's Ofélia...

- There's Alvaro...

- There's Alberto...

- There's Ricardo...

- There's Bernardo...

- There're lots more by the shore...

- Disquiet Man...

- Just love your pen...

- Maybe it's true...

- Xaime is young and so are you...

- I'm bloody American, you know?

- People here do glow...

- For fuck's sake, the environment is thrown into some lake...

- There's three shadows...

- There's a clock...

- Ticking and tock...

- There's social networks...

- There's Heiner Müeller as a poet...

- Be brand new...

- People know you...

- They say that they love thee for free...

- A mermaid is a treasure to be found...

- Portuguese said that it was a fish when a sailor was lost inside an empty kiss...

- There's bliss...

- Rock and roll...

- Punk rock near a wall...

- Shoegaze at stage...

 You said all this to me and what I knew then, was that a woman was riding my own pen...

 Eros and psyche collided with pride then...

- Be a rider on the storm...

- Be a newborn...

- Just be...

- You know that the world is inside thee...

 You said this to me...

 It was true...

 Not blue...

 I was thinking on something new...