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 love poem to my bomb Sandra Lippert

- Atomic love...
- Punch dove...
- Into the white tower...
- There's me and my flower...
- Come on Man...
- Love you...
- It's cold...
- You've a brand new pen...
- Be inside me...
- You know me...
- Mood...
- Food...
- In...
- Out...
- No shout...
- Universal myth...
- No pit...
- You're always like this...
- Never give me a kiss...
- No white powder man...
- Believe on me...
- I sure can...
- There's all star not that far...
- There's me, you and a cat...
- No bat...
- Just kiss...
- Just bliss...
- Fuck thee Man...
- Orgasm for me...
- Join my hands...
- No bends...
- My hair is nice as you adore...
- You and me by the shore...
- Lips...
- Hips...
- Whatever you want...
- Wherever you guide your wand...
- Pretty for thee...
- Bloody come with me...
- Project...
- Act...
- Fact...
- I'm Sandra, Man...
- There's Lippert inside your pen when we bang...
- I don't know what to do with you...
- The Thin White Duke playing a flute?
- Are you for real?
- Whatever...
- There's the land of never...
- You and me...
- And the sea...
- Your hands grab my heart and soul during the cold...
- Your heart's mine...
- I couldn't care less if the church bells do chime...
- Will you marry me?
- Black dress...
- Make no mess...
- My hair is your atmosphere...
- Being Medusa is being Greek...
- I'm German and not at a peak...
- You're Portuguese and never say "please"...
- What can I do?
- My body is me and you...
- What shall I say?
- There's us also during the day...
- Roasted chicken for dinner with potatoes smashed...
- Not a single flash...
- A baby man...
- Need a child...
- Not wild...
- Father's mind...
- Mother's kind...
- Spirit free...
- It's part of you and me...
- Don't be like that...
- Your sperm shouldn't be spoiled into my hat...
- Eros and Psyche...
- Whatever...
- I'll love you forever...
- There's our song...
- It's our love bomb...
- Oxygen...
- Breathe...
- Think...
- Ink...
- Not think...
- Don't sink...
- Our boat inside your coat...
- Don't be bloody Superman...
- He's an alien inside a can...
- Just bang me...
- I'll bang thee...
- Forest...
- Core...
- Forever more...
- You know how life's inside our own kiss...
- I'll be your miss...
- Mistress of love...
- Not a dove...
- Scarlet queen without a scream...
- Bring me our wedding ring...
- Fuck...
- No luck...
- There's our room...
- 20...
- 46...
- A bliss...
- Be my sweet...
- I want you by my side with pride...
 You said all this to me and while my body, heart and soul moved, I knew...
 I clearly knew...
 That we were forever and ever something new...
 Our love was beating inside our chests creating bird nests...
 No rest...
 No test...
 Love you also gal...
 You're my fall...

A poem to my love Sandra Lippert that ain't a dove inside a Tricky song .

Me and Sandra 

- Hey Man, have you forgotten me?
- Where's your speed?
- I'm in need...
- Sex appeal, Man...
- Top of the hill...
- I wanna feel...
- You're Satan's son being fun...
- Come on Man...
- Make me come...
- I'm home...
- Let's have fun...
- Have you brought Rudolf's reindeer?
- You're a dear...
- Do you love my hair today?
- Extra soft to touch...
- Thought on your hands...
- No loose ends...
- Love you...
- You know...
- We live inside our own blow...
 I was listening to Tricky while being neaty...
 I was marvelling your pretty face...
 I was trying to make you feel as soft as a banana's peel...
- Man, don't be bad to me...
- Our orgasms are always free...
- You know that I love thee...
I was real high observing your grey dress trying to figure out in it a game chess...
- My thighs, Man...
- Google me with your pen...
- Where were you last night?
- Bloody L.A.?
- During the day?
- What the fuck Man?
- A bird gave you a phone number?
- Don't tell me that she used your pen...
- I'll kill you for true...
- I'm your only belle...
- What's this?
- Have you forgotten my kiss?
- Endless nights where our bodies were in sync with our own ink?
- Never betray me.
- Can you hear me?
- This isn't freedom exhibition or some religion...
- Love is more than a flying dove...
 I didn't knew what to tell you then...
 You were holding my pen...
 I was afraid then...
 Told you this:
- Love you doll...
- I'm always with you inside a call...
- Your human warmth is what I need without any kind of speed...
You were smiling to me while telling me this inside a kiss:
- Man, you know...
- There's a blow...
- I've your heart on my dish...
- I can boil it as some fish...
I was a bit lost thinking on Blake's host being my ghost...
- Be my tiger, Man...
- Be my Man...
- Do whatever you can...
- I need your left hand...
- I need your fingertips on my lips...
- Don't be bad...
- You know that I turn a bit mad...
- Look at the full moon...
- I love when we're watching a cartoon...
- Crackaboom...
- You're my doom...
 Without myself knowing what to do, my jeans were on the floor and you were asking me for more...
- Candy...
- Chocolate...
- Handy...
- Hopscotch...
- You know me Man...
- I love how you bang...
- You're my book inside our own look...
- Come back to me one more time...
- I need another orgasm and not a fucking rhyme...

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 Sandra Mesquita

Still do filme "Fountainhead" de 1949 realizado por King Vidor e interpretado por Gary Cooper e Patrícia O'neall 

- O que procuras?
Perguntas-me.
- Não querer nada...
- Não esperar nada...
- Não depender de nada...
 Respondo-te...
 Estávamos perdidos num filme com alguma magia e com pouca energia...
- Livros...
- Perdidos...
- Idos...
- lidos...
- Esquecidos...
- Imagens em movimento...
- Em directo no tempo...
- Palavras sem lamento...
 Acabavas por me dizer isto...
 O ecran onde passa a película que vemos tanto é pequeno como enorme, nunca sendo disforme...
- Não olho...
- Nem sequer observo...
- Não navego...
- Penso num qualquer filme vietnamita...
- Não penso em nada quando o povo grita...
 Vou-te dizendo isto enquanto a Ofélia salta para os meus braços entre laços e abraços...
- Ela é um anjo...
- Não é um vendaval...
- Como ela não há igual...
 Vais-me dizendo isto entre sorriso e riso...
 Eu fico a observar o dia a tornar-se noite enquanto uma série televisiva se torna massiva... Escuto canções entoadas por corações...
 2020 dispositivos memoriais ficam de repente sem saber o que fazer enquanto o lazer continua a ser prazer...
- Escreves...
- És...
- Existes...
- A tua tinta é sempre permanente, pois provém da tua mente presente... 
 Dizes-me isto sem sequer eu perceber que de repente está a anoitecer...

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 poem to sweet Sandra Lippert because our love is a rose carried by a dove.- Tribute narrative to Bela Lugosi

Me, Sandra, a book and an artwork by Italian artist Bernardino Constantino 

- Man, what the fuck?
- Man, why goo goo muck?
- Man, I'll stab you with a knife...
- Man, I know that you love mice...
- Man, what's Eros?
- Man, what's Psyque?
- I never know where you stand with myths and history inside your pen...
 I was staring at you and you said this to me:
- Why don't you answer my questions?
- Are you lost with a dame from Salzburg or Saint Petersburg?
- You say that you love me...
- That our love is free...
- You carry me in your arms and your boots move like they're tree roots...
- You murder me with a kiss...
- Fuck you Man, your serpent hiss...
- My womb isn't a tomb...
- You know this Man...
- You and your bloody pen...
- I'll lick sugar cream inside a dream...
- I'll drink orange juice because you make me feel loose...
- Maybe I'll grab you some booze...
 I was there and you were inside a dense atmosphere...
 I didn't knew what to do at all...
 I was catching immediately the bus to our house when you call...
- Man, you're bad to me...
- You're always like this...
- You hiss and hiss...
- In heaven, gates are opened for true with our love being something new...
- In Hell, Milton will say to us that paradise was never lost at all because we're by The Fall...
- Hurry up Man...
- Don't be a frigging bat or cat...
- I want to grab your phone when you arrive home...
- You know that I love you, when you're a gentleman with me holding your pen...
- Pessoa, Man?
- Where's the book?
- Don't give me that look...
- You know that I've to cook...
- You know that I'm no rook...
- I know that you love Philip Jeffries outside Dark Entries...
- Hey Man, it's my fertility time...
- Don't you dare put this inside a rhyme...
 I was trying to listen to a love song...
- Man, don't be an atom bomb...
- You know that I love when you gong...
- You know that I love you when you bang my heart alone near a stone being us chilled to the bone...
 You said this to me while I was really quiet without a teenage riot...
- MAN, FUCK YOU...
- YOU'VE ALWAYS SOMETHING NEW...
- EVEN IF IT'S A SIMPLE SCREW...
 I was staring at you wearing your black dress with blank spots that were a mess while we were playing chess...
 A friend told me that you were a witch and I suddenly thought on a sorcerer's power without white powder...
 I told you this below:
- Love you...
- You know that this is true...
- I'm observing some of my own white hair...
- You always drive me into open air...
- You know that you'll be mother of our child and he/she's going to be wild...
 You suddenly came into my direction while telling me this:
- Man, action..
- Not a single lost fraction...
- We're one...
- Let's burn...
- We don't need songs...
- We don't need bombs...
- We don't need words...
- We don't need swords...
- We don't need images...
- We don't need mirages...
- You love me...
- You told me...
- Don't be a bastard...
- I wan't you inside me...
- I know that your poetry isn't a fee...
- Love thee..

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 

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...

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...