Friday, September 4, 2020
An arts event with Terhi Ekebom, Dominique Goblet and myself
A dialogue between Helena and myself.
You say this to me:
- Man, not the sea...
- Cat to be...
- Twin Peaks is...
- Random mix...
- An art school...
- You're cool...
- People say that...
- The wind blow....
- Inside an hat...
- Trees grow...
- Music is...
- Never missed...
- How can I understand you?
- You're always new...
- Nature...
- Lazy...
- Mature...
- Shady...
- Invisibility...
- Pics are...
- Visibility...
- Among a star...
- I'll compose a song for you...
- Out of the blue...
- There's our road...
- Not a sign...
- Stories untold...
- No rhyme...
- Shieldmaiden with a string...
- Let the clock ring...
- Water inside you...
- Breathing in...
- No true blue...
- Sweating out...
- No shout...
- Being Swedish...
- Is knowing how to fish...
- One day...
- We were at bay...
- Concert for free...
- Maybe I was being thee...
- Don't remember at all...
- Your voice was a wild call...
- Remember the cat?
- It wasn't a bat...
- What the heck?
- Walk with me into the sun...
- Daedalus will create a machine...
- Ícarus will let us have fun...
- Inside a dream...
- Athena will be...
- Warrior for free...
- Follow the yellow line...
- Orange and lime...
- You know about this street...
- We used to put our feet in it...
I knew that I was confused while visioning you...
Maybe Ragged Robin was visible for true...
I've held a scissor on my hands...
Cut my own hair...
Nothing bends...
It was the atmosphere...
I was the shadow of a bear...
Beautiful you're...
Not sitting at a bar...
Told you this:
- Being Portuguese...
- Past...
- Bliss...
- Last...
- Future ain't...
- What we paint...
- Words are my arms...
- No alarms...
- There's that song by you, right?
- Being bright with light...
- We've one breathe...
- One word...
- Depth...
- No sword...
- Your colourful dress...
- I ain't playing with you chess...
- No mess...
- String and bow...
- We're...
- Not a show...
- By far...
- Casting our shells...
- No spells...
- Train...
- Mysteries are lame...
- Ticket for an event...
- No grant...
- Ragged Robin was on my mind...
- Being sugary kind...
- Never...
- Mind...
- Stonehenge...
- We're in a wood bench...
- La belle époque...
- Why not?
- Twenties...
- Gropius...
- Entities...
- Walter is...
- Portuguese...
- Entropy...
You stared at me...
I was being a normal sailor...
Siren was a simple story tailor...
You told me this:
- Chaos...
- Mickey Mouse...
- Bauhaus...
- Man...
- Don't make me sweat...
- This is bloody internet...
- Drive...
- Thrive...
- Let's look for a hive...
- Without a ride...
- We've pride...
- You're North born...
- Napoleon went home...
- Three times...
- White horse...
- The land of norse...
- Asgaard...
- Not a bard...
- Helheim...
- Wild strawberries are fine...
- Ingmar...
- Bergman...
- Midgar...
- A den...
- We're real far...
- Once again...
- Let's pick a train...
- Covid...
- We're vicarious and wild...
- I've a song...
- (H)elena's a bomb...
- It's a bloody phone...
- My brand new shoes...
- Singing no blues...
- You know Man...
- You act like this...
- Artist's pen...
- Pure inner bliss...
- Our mythology...
- You and me...
- Horse's Troy...
- Not a toy...
- I know...
- Now...
- Major Tom told us...
- "Uau..."
- I remember...
- We were on the bus...
- It was December...
- Your birthday...
- You told me...
- That the devil's ink spray...
- What I knew then while staring at the sky...
- Was that we weren't real high...
- Top of the hill...
- There was Bill...
- We watched a Tv series that lasted forever...
- We weren't at the land of never...
- Lots of things on my mind...
- You always put me fine...
- Let's watch football?
- I promise you that I won't stare at a blank wall...
- I know...
- There's a show...
- You know...
- Tip and toe...
- Adult men putting a ball on the net...
- That day we first met...
- You offered me a sweet...
- This was true...
- No trick or treat...
- Francesinha was what we ate...
- I was being Swedish....
- No love...
- No hate...
- Throwing my soul into the world...
- Without being cold...
- Asked you for something written from you...
- You gave me a paper blue...
- I knew then...
- That you were being something new...
- Once again...
Stared at you...
There was no metaphor...
We were what we sew...
By the sea shore...
Corto/Constantine + autobiography - International artists
Continuing working on Corto Maltese and John Constantine being merged into a single character with help by some of the best international artists that I know of having Covid as its background narrative.
Daria Inside An Aria - Info
Working on Daria Inside An Aria book project with help by international artists featuring Daria Kovaleva that's a woman that I do love while knowing that she's part of me and I'm part of her.
short love song inside a dialogue with my soulmate Isabel and me.
- Man, stoled your coat...
- It's me, you and our boat...
- Good life...
- Adam's son...
- Apple slice...
- You're the one...
- Don't be like that...
- Love you being fact...
- Our necklace's energy...
- You and me...
- By the sea...
- Don't care about any bird...
- I'll cut your hair with a sword...
- I'm your Isabel...
- You know this...
- Ragged Robin from the future is...
- My t-shirt inside the green...
- You never put me inside a dream...
- Twin...
- Has been...
- Peaks...
- No chicks...
- I'll fight you...
- Your heart's mine...
- We'll be once again new...
- Everything's fine...
- Danish, my Man...
- You know...
- Arrow and bow...
- Love you...
- No show...
- Love our Saturday...
- We send the world into a tiny little bay....
- Inside...
- Having in us pride...
- Outside...
- Philosophy...
- You and me...
- Deep ocean...
- Vast sea...
- Don't whisper to me...
- I'm you...
- You're me...
- It's true...
- Look...
- No book...
- Left hook...
- Yours to be merry...
- Not common jelly...
- Love us more than our belly...
I was simply staring at you...
You jump into my lap...
Something new...
In my chest a quick nap...
You asked me to guide your dreams...
Told you this:
- You know heart of mine...
- Ocean want us real fine...
- Your eyelashes...
- Are my sunglasses...
- Your kiss...
- Being my miss...
- Our song's calling us...
- Inside our bus...
- Another coat?
- What can I do?
- Our love boat?
- You know that I totally love you...
You're breathing in...
You're telling me about our together dream...
I was...
Us...
No fus...
Our bus...
Our marriage will be...
Fair to see...
You awake...
We shared our Danish cake...
Wednesday, September 2, 2020
Uma fábula curta real para a Mónica que adoro.
Era um facto...
Andavamos na rua sem um acto.
De repente passava uma donzela na mesma.
Perguntavas-me:
- É uma rapariga bonita...
- Será que é uma lesma?
- Será que o seu telemóvel toca na sua bolsa?
- Será que o mesmo é uma colcha?
De repente somente bebiamos café...
Tu e eu de pé...
Respondi-te:
- É donzela...
- Tem todas as redes sociais...
- Talvez seja bela...
- Tudo em partes iguais...
- Mas isso não interessa...
- Prefiro memória que não lesa...
Observava como dançavamos na ponte junto a uma fonte...
Era sinónimo de binómio...
Só tinha o teco...
O tico tinha partido...
Não estavamos num beco...
O gato tinha fugido...
Tu olhavas fixamente na minha direção...
O meu coração a sangrar na tua mão...
Provavelmente eram memórias sem estórias...
Mencionavas-me:
- Para a maior parte da gente...
- Amor é fogo de artíficio...
- Ausente...
- Na altura do solstício...
- Presente...
Eu reflectia um pouco nas tuas palavras...
Não eram contos de fadas...
As minhas mãos cubriam parte do meu rosto...
Estava bem disposto...
Falavam-me de que eu era primo do meu irmão...
Mencionanavam-me mais de trinta anos de emoção...
Era o aniversário da minha avó...
Não era livro com pó...
Ninguém mencionava a tua beleza...
Pois ela é uma certeza...
Cabelo dourado sem fado...
Tempo do Covid 19...
Pessoas num barco a nado...
E não chove...
Palavras soltavam-se da minha boca:
- Está rouca...
- Nada mouca...
- Não nado com touca...
- Cafeína...
- És a minha super-heróina...
- Tabaco...
- Nunca me deixas opaco...
- Ou com vácuo...
- Mil e uma estrelas sorriam...
- 2020 universos nasciam...
- Sabes bem o que és para mim...
- O teu sorriso sem fim...
- Sem chapéu...
- Com cabeça...
- Sem véu...
- Concerteza...
- Sinónimo de sabedoria...
- É a nossa energia...
O teu corpo bailava...
Sem sonho andava...
Dizias-me isto ao meu ouvido esquerdo:
- O silêncio é o nosso mistério...
- Tu e eu somos feitos de minério...
- Noutro lugar...
- Noutro hemisfério...
- Para sempre amar...
Sequential love story/arts project - Part 134 - International artists
With Irina With Marina and Janina With Katrin and an artwork by Spanish artist Santiago Sequeiros With Ksenia and Irina Along Ksen...
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Italian maestro Hugo Pratt had the desire to be useless. He's known for creating fashion character Corto Maltese that was his alter ego...
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Svetlana Zombierella Nagaeva When I started to imagine this interview in my head to pose some questions to my friend and Russian musician ...
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Sometimes I brainstorm a bit while working with the best international artists that I know of, inside art projects while writing a bit in...















