A short fable to Ofélia that's my soulmate's kitty.

- Hey you...

- Miss...

- Kiss...

- Havana...

- Banana...

- Fur...

- Purr...

- Sleepy...

- Pretty...

- Sandra's crazy...

- Not lazy...

- She told me that I'm daisy...

- War case cenario...

- To dream...

- No scream...

- Tongue and teeth...

- Where you and I meet...

- Thousand cats...

- Hundred hats...

- You know me...

- I was little then...

- You wrote about me with your pen...

- You're cool as a Man...

- Sometimes you're here...

- Other times you're there...

- You know that I live on my own atmosphere...

- I'm eating good...

- Sandra provides me food...

- Sometimes I'm inside her movie groovy...

- I know...

- I know...

- Where the wind blow...

- I know about a tie and bow...

- I'm big now...

- But I'm still a cutie then...

- Do you remember the first time when you saw me and used your tale pen?

 Ofélia was telling me all this...
 I wasn't thinking at all...
 Sandra was mirroring the house hall... 
 There was flowers...
 There was a clock chiming hours...
 Cuba was an orange juice...
 Where once stood something to use...
 Sandra told me this:

- Hey Man, what's going on?

- Ofélia is sleepy...

- Ain't she pretty?

 Without knowing what to think I was merging all of us into ink.

 Ofélia sang a bit...
 Sandra was into some trick or treat...

Uma fábula para a Ofélia que é a gatinha da Sandra - Amor verdadeiro

A Ofélia

- Todos os movimentos que fazes...

- Todo o meu corpo que baloiça...

- Acaba por fazer com que eu parta a loiça... Diz-me a Ofélia isto a mim... 
 A Sandra conta-me 2020 historias com as suas memórias onde malas voam com garra no jogo da apanha com a Ofélia e toda a sua manha...

- Delicia..

- Tesouro...

- Ofélia...

- Ouro...

- Como uma camélia...

- Um filme constante na minha vida com chegada e partida...
 Eu leio uma frase de Júlio Cortazar sem pensar...
 O tempo é um algo que nos prende sem lamento ou tormento...
 A Ofélia conheço-a desde petiz quando cabia numa mão com muita paixão...
  Que posso eu fazer quando a Ofélia de repente me diz isto:

- És e serás sempre presente...

- Imagem em movimento...

- Nada perdido no tempo...

- Quando escuto a tua voz...

- Sei que és mais que um pedaço de noz...

- Qual Carl Sagan, qual quê?

- Conheço-te a ti...

- Para mim sorri...

- Sou a gatinha que amas...

- Sou o ser que te deixa em chamas...

- Não sou musa do Pessoa...

- Sou uma coisa boa...

- Não sou uma canção ou somente uma emoção...

- Sou o bater do teu coração...

- Preocupas-te sempre comigo sem pensares no teu umbigo...

- A minha dona por vezes diz-me isto:

- "És tu mais musa dele do que uma  outra qualquer pessoa confusa..."
 Eu fico a observar os teus movimentos felinos enquanto miro os teus dentes caninos...

- És a Ofélia, eu sei...

- És uma gatinha que amo sem decoro...

- És o mais belo ser quando de repente te vejo numa simples música ao amanhecer...

A Madonna 

A short poem to Ofélia that's Sandra Mesquita's kitty.

- Hey ho...
- Let's go...
- Let's make a river flow...
- I love everything in a row...
 Says Ofélia this to me...
 I was thinking on Rudolf reindeer...
 It was giving me light inside an insight...
- Don't exist...
- Be more than a risk...
- Don't play chess...
- Be an unborn storm...
 Sandra says this to me...
 I was dreaming while being kind inside my own mind...
 It was raining cats and dogs...
 Ofélia said this to me:
- You're wrong...
- It isn't dogs...
- It's frogs... 
 I was overwhelmed as a sailor was being a fabric dreams tailor...
 Seagulls were screeching by the sea...
 The sky was a bit grey during the day...~
 I was listening to a song named "all cats are grey"...
 - Be you...
 - Out of the blue...
 - Be true...
 - Be new...
 - Leave your bones and skin...
 - Do something out of character...
 - I wanna feel your inner instinct... 
 Ofélia was saying this to me...
 I was visioning images inside words that weren't mirages...
- I'll give you the shape of my heart for a start...
- I'll twinkle the furthest star that isn't so far...
I told this to you...
 Your fur was soft to touch...
 You were sleepy and neaty...
- Papers, notes and jokes...
- There's a planet blue being you...
- There's you and me...
- The city sleeps...
- There's always more than constant grips...
- You're in the present...
- You're in the past...
- You're in the future...
- There's glory to reach inside a spell inside a simple bell...
Ofélia was saying this to Sandra while she was thinking on what to offer her to christmas out of the blue...

Ofélia

Um poema curto para a gatinha Ofélia da Sandra Mesquita

Com a gatinha Ofélia da Sandra Mesquita 

 Existia uma vez...
- Um...
- Dois...
- Três...
- Sou eu...
- A tua musa difusa...
A Ofélia vai-me dizendo isto a ronronar sem parar.
 Eu fico sem saber o que lhe dizer...
 A Sandra diz isto à Ofélia:
- És a minha paixão...
- És a minha emoção...
- És a minha razão...
 A Ofélia baloiça na toalha da mesa enquanto a Sandra acaba a sua sobremesa..
- Quero atenção...
- Quero sensação...
- O meu pelo está macio...
- Não tenho frio...
- Sei que o tempo lá fora não tem hora...
- Poderias dar-me a minha saqueta de whiskas sem demora?
Pergunta isto a Ofélia à Sandra... 
 Eu observo-a e com uma simples tesoura acabo por colocar a sua imagem em movimento num qualquer tempo...
 Não penso que penso...
 Não reflicto num só grito...
 Limito-me a observar a Ofélia sem parar como se de um filme antigo dos Lumière se tratasse...
- Blake...
- Palavras...
- Imagens...
- Lavradas...
- Paragens...
 Vou sussurrando isto à Ofélia enquanto o seu corpo delgado se move por uma casa sem asa...
- Outra vez?
- Cruz credo, rapariga...
- Tu levas-me à falência...
- Tu és a minha essência...
- Tu és sua eminência...
 Vai dizendo isto a Sandra à Ofélia numa gargalhada solta numa volta...
- Sem parar...
- Sentir o ar...
- Abraçar a atmosfera...
- Agarrar uma esfera...
Responde isto a Ofélia enquanto o seu rato de brincar de repente se torna num barco a navegar...

A draft inside a fable to Ofélia that's a simple kitty - tribute narrative to Bela Lugosi

Me and Ofélia

- Today, my mind's elsewhere...

- I dreamed a dream of a thousand cats...

- They weren't bats...

- They were pets...

- Inside it, I visioned also a Fellini's movie named "8 and an half" and that it was only a tiny part of a project that fell down...

- It wasn't something peaceful and calm...

- In my dream, I knew that "2046" was a movie about a room's number being it inside another one that was serious and fun...

- The mouse toy wasn't today's joy...

- There was also another movie in Russia about a "mirror" with a simple woman and a writer telling world's history for free near the sea.

 Ofélia was telling me all this... 

 I was only staring at her eyes... 

 They had no lies... 

 There was a simple woman reading me a book inside a look... 

 We were there... 

 In a peculiar atmosphere... 

 There was no character to be seen... 

 We were all inside Ofélia's dream

- Be there...

- Be you...

- Breathe here...

- Be new... 

 Ofélia was telling me this... 

 She didn't described me Persona's act as a fact..   Her spirit was joyfully free... 

 Her soul was worth real gold... 

 Her heart was a piece of art...

- It did rain...

- Without disdain...

- There was no game...

- And no shame... 

 I was caressing while telling this to Ofélia with my bare hands while listening to a scandinavian singer/dreamer... 

 I knew out of the blue that autumn leaves had its own peers... 

 Ofélia was describing me a german art school without any tool... 

 Ofélia was eating and sleeping.... 

 She awoke...

 Her furry paws weren't a joke... 

 She walked inside Sandra's hall mirroring its wall...

 There was music being shuffled in a playlist and its volume was down and up like it was the most delicious world's syrup...

- There's a picture of mine...

- There's you without a rhyme...

 Ofélia told me this while she was scratching my boots like they were tree roots...

- She is joy...

- She loves her mouse toy...

- She loves to have human warmth...

- She loves to toy with her food depending of her own mood...

 Somebody was telling me this...

 And without me not knowing what to do or what to write...

 I knew that the sky was real bright...

A short poem to Ofélia that's Sandra's kitty and she's pretty - A simple love story

Ofélia kitty and Fernando Pessoa with his muse

- Hey Man...
- Yes you...
- Give me something new...
- Give me something that's inside you...
Ofélia asks me this.
 I don't know what to answer her, because my soul is a bit drifted by the cold...
 I think on a Portuguese magazine...
 I think on Fernando Pessoa and his fiancée...
 I don't think at all since we're by The Fall...
 Ofélia is by the fire...
 Ofélia isn't a tiger...
 Ofélia unleashes the claws that come out from her furry paws...
 I suddenly get a bit scared when her tongue is out without a shout...
 She tells me this:
 - Sandra killed me with a kiss...
  - I remember that I was in the mood for food...
 - She's always like this when she arrives home alone...
I stare at Ofélia and she tells me this:
- Be you...
- Be new...
- Be always true...
I'm walking on some street where shadows meet...
I grab a piece of paper and start to write on it and to my surprise, Ofélia tells me that she wants to eat...
I don't know what to do for true...
Ofélia is jumping at curtains...
Ofélia is running around Sandra's house hall and she isn't afraid of The Fall at all...
- Hey...
- Be...
- Me...
- High...
- Five...
- Pride...
- Ride...
- Meat is...
- Sweet...
- Fish is...
- Neat...
 - 3...
- 4...
- 1...
- Let's have fun...
Ofélia shows me her pillow that ressembles a tree willow...
Ofélia tells me about books with more than a thousand looks...
Ofélia tells Sandra that she needs clean sand...
Ofélia tells Sandra that she needs warmth from her hand...
Ofélia gazes at Sandra's hair out of nowhere...
 Sandra tells this to Ofélia:
- 2046...
- Mix...
- It is a groovy movie...
- Come watch it with me...
- You know that I love thee..
Ofélia doesn't scream while watching a sequential movie dream...
Ofélia stares quiet observing the TV set...
- There's no bat...
- Stand quiet and still...
- Look at the movie's frame hill...
Sandra says this to Ofélia...
Without me thinking at all, I'm never lost in The Fall while reading love letters to Ofélia that wears a smile that's worth all the gold in the cold...

Fernando Pessoa reading written letters by her muse Ophelia 

Um poema para a gatinha Ofélia da Sandra Mesquita - Tributo narrativo a Bela Lugosi

Eu e a gatinha Ofélia 

 - Está frio...

- O vento vem do rio...

- A água faz-me mágoa...

- A chuva parece um rolamento no tempo... 

Murmura isto a Ofélia à Sandra... 

Ela fica a pensar para si mesma no que responder à Ofélia.

- Será que a minha gata é de prata?

- Será que ela aprendeu a comunicar ao observar o mar?

- Será que ela destruiu o nosso lar de tanto saltar?

A Ofélia fica de repente estática na mente da Sandra presente e vai-lhe perguntando isto:

- Que música é esta que escuto que fala de comportamento humano que não é lógico, sendo analógico?

- Que palavras devem ser usadas para narrar o meu comportamento com o tempo?

- Que imagens devem ilustrar o tempo húmido que está na Europa com uma rota?  

 A Sandra fica sem saber o que lhe responder, pois o seu prazer é a Ofélia e o seu lazer...

- Uma musa...

- Uma ninfa...

- Camões...

- Idioma de milhões...

- Um pedaço de terra no meio de outras nações...

- Um rectângulo à beira-mar plantado num momento dado... 

 Vai pensando isto o narrador para si mesmo numa qualquer estória com memória... 

 A Ofélia observa... 

 A Sandra pensa num rectângulo de relva... 

 O narrador pensa numa película nada parada ou irada... 

 A Ofélia sorri... 

 A Ofélia sonha... 

 A sua alma não é tristonha... 

 A Ofélia salta, navega sem parar até ficar com pouco ar... 

 A Sandra fica a pensar no que irá fazer para ela e para a Ofélia ao jantar... 

 A Ofélia não é um conto de fadas, mas sim um acto de mãos dadas... 

 A Sandra é um objecto introspectivo de um tempo reflectido... 

- Alice...

- Wenders...

- Cidades...

- Idades...

- Personalidades...

- Tonalidades...

A Sandra pensa...

A Ofélia observa um titulo majestoso chamado "Asas do Desejo" e diz à Sandra que os anjos são seres espirituais que querem ser mortais e não espectrais...

- É tudo imagens em movimento ao nano segundo noutro mundo...

- É tudo mistura de palavras e imagens sem fundo... 

 Vai dizendo isto a Ofélia quer à Sandra, quer ao narrador... 

 Sem saber o que fazer, a Ofélia sabe que é mais que um simples ser... 

- A magia acontece num dia... 

- Tudo que é paixão acaba por ser emoção... Sussurra isto a Sandra à Ofélia...

Pensamento livre

A short poem to Sandra Mesquita's Kitty Ofélia that wasn't Fernando Pessoa's muse

Sandra Mesquita's Kitty Ofélia that wasn't Fernando Pessoa's muse 

 Somewhere out there... 
 There's a kitty... 
 She's pretty... 
 She stumbles into things... 
 She doesn't believe in screams... 
 She believes in dreams...
- One...
- Two...
- Three...
- Be me... 
 Says Sandra to Ofélia... 
 Ofélia stares at her in her bed... 
 She has time to spare... 
 She has more than 40 m square... 
 She climbs into a sofa... 
 She jumps into curtains like being Jane's Tarzan with glam... 
 She asks for joy with a cat toy... 
 Her fur is soft to touch... 
 She's not lost... 
 Sandra says this to her: 
 - There's a movie there... 
 Ofélia answers to her: 
 - I can't watch it nowhere... 
 There's food on your dish... 
 Says Sandra to Ofélia.
- I'm in no mood for fish... 
 Replies Ofélia... 
 She's Bela... 
 She's not Cinderella... 
 She doesn't own Mary Poppins umbrella... 
 She isn't Maila Nurmi... 
 She isn't Lugosi... 
 She isn't posy... 
 She's a simple kitty growing fast... 
 She's a kitty that will last...
 - Will you give me a kiss in a morning bliss?
  Asks Ofélia to Sandra... 
 And without she even noticing it... 
 Sandra's caressing her belly while eating bread with jelly... 
 She isn't Pessoa's muse... 
 She's loose... 
 She doesn't drink booze...
 She doesn't talk at all... 
 She knows that we're by The Fall inside nature's call...

Below I've decided to put a video by the British band The Cure because both me and Sandra love cats 

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 the entire 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...