Uma fábula curta em português para a Isabel Berg - Armor Verdadeiro

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- Nenhum homem é uma ilha...
Tu dizes-me isto...
Sem saber o que te dizer penso nos nossos momentos de lazer com prazer...
- Palavras com paixão...
- Anda comigo...
- Sabes que estás no meu coração...
- O mundo não é o nosso umbigo...
- A paixão é sinónimo de emoção...
- Adoro quando sinto a tua mão...
- Sei que o nosso amor tem a mais bela cor...
- Será que podemos pintar o céu de laranja enquanto comemos ambos uma toranja?
Perguntas-me isto...
Eu fico meio perdido a mostrar-te fotografias tuas analógicas num dispositivo...
Tu escreves algo para mim num caderno cor de mel sem fel...
- Das profundezas do atlântico sou a tua sereia com rosto e com posto...
- Sou a tua identidade numa cidade...
- Sou o perfume que inebria a tua presença numa constante troca de afectos nada abjectos...
- Sou quem quiseres que eu seja...
- Sou muito mais que uma simples cerveja...
Fico a observar...
O teu sorriso sem pensar...
A realidade e a nossa idade...
A magia e a nossa energia...
Os nossos corpos em fusão sem ilusão...
A metamorfose de um camaleão numa nação com paixão...
- Tu sabes quem eu sou...
- Tu sabes para onde vou...
- Adoro quando danças comigo sem parar seja no verbo "amar" ou no "remar"...
Dizes-me isto enquanto o teu cabelo poisa no meu casaco e sem sequer eu o saber a tua essência torna-se minha de facto...
- Rainha da Dinamarca...
Penso para mim...
- És muito mais que a minha marca...
Murmuro ao teu ouvido direito palavras que não são mistérios perdidos em hemisférios...
Sussurro ao teu ouvido esquerdo que o amor não tem medo ou sequer um segredo...
Tu olhas para mim a sorrir...
Nunca pensamos nos verbos "ir" ou "partir"...
Numa casa de madeira os nossos corpos em fusão são mais que uma fogueira...
- Está muito frio...
- Vens comigo ao rio?
Perguntas-me isto
Acabo por olhar para ti...
Somente para ti...
Sempre para ti...
Num innuendo...
Num crescendo...
Respondo-te isto:
- Paganismo é mais que mero simbolismo...
- O nosso organismo acaba por ser o nosso metabolismo...
- A música que escutamos é muito mais que emoção ou paixão...
Tu já não me observas...
O teu laço acaba por ser o nosso abraço...
O teu gracejo acaba por ser o nosso beijo...
Sem sequer pensarmos no nosso traquejo...
Perguntas-me isto:
- Lembro-me de me teres dito que no reinado de Copenhaga existia uma fada...
- Andarás sempre comigo na rua de mão dada?
Sabendo eu que és a minha alma gémea, respondo-te isto:
- A mão esquerda leva-nos á emoção...
- A direita á nossa razão...
- Sabes bem que és a minha paixão sendo mais que uma nobre sensação...

A short fable to my muse Didi Wray - Book project - International artists

Me and Didi inside a fable 

- Man, don't be bad to me...
- You know that I love thee...
You say this to me...
Inside our playlist a Starman is telling us something about a pen.
I reply you with a question:
- You know that I love you, so what's new?
- Some colour blue?
You stare at my eyes and tell me something about red being a bit mad...
We enter in a cabin decorated with white satin...
There's only me and you there proving a dress without any mess...
Somebody bangs at the door while we're on the floor...
- I'm The Thin White Duke and I think that both of you must go "outside" for a ride with pride...
I don't answer him at all, because we're both inside our own nature's call...
- Come on Man...
- Bring your pen...
- Have you seen my ring?
- What will we to our house bring?
You pose me these questions and my mind suddenly is a blur...
- You know that our love is true...
- What's new?
- My hair?
- My coat?
- Our love boat?
- When will you marry me?
- You owe me strawberries and sweet candy...
- Love how you're handy...
You say this to me while humming something to my right ear and holding my left hand with strength telling me something about length...
I answer you this:
- Love you, gal...
- You're always my call...
- Love, come on...
- You know that I'm your sun...
You ask me this:
- There's moon dust...
- In you I trust...
- There's a Chameleon or is him simply named "Leon"?
- Don't confuse sweety...
- You know that I'm more than pretty...
- You're my heart and soul just because you're bold...
I stare at your eyes while Nathan Adler is saying us this in our playlist:
- We're living in a safety zone...
- We're living from out to out, don't we?
Suddenly inside our simple kiss there's a whisper:
- Where nothing's vanity?
- Nothing's too slow...
- It's not Eden, but it's no shame...
Either in monochromatic or in colour, I clearly know that you'll always be my pretty flower by the hour...
You ask this to me:
- Will you be my sea?
- Only you and me?
I answer thee:
- There's our heart as one...
- You know that you're my gun...
- Love you doll...
- You know when the church bells toll...

What do you do with loved ones inside an autobiography with help by international artists?

No words needed when a manifest's at hand...

Only images and audiovisual recordings...

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A poem to my babe Elena during xmas time

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- Man, where the fuck are you?

- Need you by my side...

- Right now...

- There's a tempest blow...

- There's no ride...

- Come on...

- There's Minsk and an headless horse...

- There's a train with speed and force...

- Take me into your arms again...

- This will be not the same chain...

- My love for you isn't in vain...

 I was watching military and an army...

 I was with you feeling funny...

 I was listening to Tom while telling you that you were my atomic bomb...

 Your blonde hair was my atmosphere...

- One...

- Two...

- Let's fly into something new...

- My Doc Martens boots are your roots...

 You said this to me.

 It wasn't raining or snowing...

 Rudolf's reindeer was in your purse being more than a toy for a boy...

- There's peace, Man...

- Love you and your pen...

- Grab an hot dog...

- My belly needs food for xmas mood...

- One way ticket...

- A paper somewhere...

- Our love isn't elsewhere...

- Moscow?

- Russia?

- No papers to write...

- We love our own sight...

- There's a castle...

- There's no chocolate Hussel...

- There's candy at handy...

 You were wearing my coat while being it your own private boat...

 There were stars in the sky...

 We weren't high or with any sigh...

- Feel...

- There's our own hill...

- There's an orthodox calendar...

- Not that far...

- It's sun today...

- Let's have fun during the day...

 You were wearing my hat while telling me that you wanted to have a cat as a pet...

 Young Gods were on our playlist...

 We were at a square marveling a statue of a doll...

 We weren't inside any call...

- The Thin White Duke?

- Is he playing a sparrow's flute?

- Love how your hair stand...

- No gel to bend...

- Your head is mine inside our special time...

- Your soul never flies away when you're with me for free...

- Vodka...

- Champagne...

- Wine...

- We're fine...

- Fire...

- Light...

- Our own insight...

- I feel you inside me while you're me and I'm thee...

 You were telling me this with the purest kiss...

 My hands were holding you, pulling you up from the floor while you were telling me something about a perception's door...

- Love you doll...

- You're my fall...

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Merry Xmas to all followers of this blogue with a message from Corto Maltese

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A love story to Isabel Berg with Rudolf's magical light in Christmas night

Writing a love story isn't an easy task and I never wear a mask.

 It isn't also a joke by some bloke...

 Writing books is not only marveling at its astonishing looks...

Being two in one is all the magic that needs to feel without any wounds to heal...

Below are some images with feelings that will prove what I'll write in this post without searching for Rudolf's reindeer light.

Being in love is the prettiest feeling in the world 

I don't understand people who don't believe in love.

 Love's poetry in motion inside the world's most powerful potion.

 Above is the woman that I love and simple as it is, love is more than a kiss.

A statement by myself

Love isn't a soldier in the mud, love is knowing who you're with inside your heart and soul without feeling yourself cold and never old.

I'm sure that I'm this guy on this pic

In the above picture there's an artwork of a woman and a man kissing each other while mirroring the world as a static frozen frame being them in movement without shame and not playing any game.

A book by Algerian writer Albert Camus

Love isn't any fall inside a lost call...

Love is more than a book or a simple look.

Some of my favourite covers based on Hellblazer comic book character and Watchmen created by Alan Moore, Grant Morrison's The Invisibles along an artwork of Hugo Pratt's Corto Maltese fashion character drawn by himself along a statement in Italian that I love 

Of course that I love books and images being them frozen or in movement not being mirages.

 I know that I'm not Invisible, a Watchman while carrying an Hellblazer. 

In the image above there's Hugo Pratt's Corto Maltese character stating this in Italian in a free translation to English by myself:

"I don't need to justify myself in front of anyone. Can you feel me? My mind's free. 

I wasn't afraid to die and I always was free.

I'll do it over and over again.

You can all go to hell."

Me, Sandra and Rudolf reindeer 

Then, there's Sandra, that's a teutonic woman that really believes that a dream is a picture inside a scream.

 What I really know is that Santa Claus is a old man inside a fable and since I was a child I always prefered Rudolf's reindeer mythical creature that shows a clear path all over the world with its light in this season time to every girl and boy while not being a simple toy.

Me and an artwork based on myself and my niece Luzia by Italian maestro Rolando Cicatelli 

I already stated above that I believe in pure love towards Isabel that puts me in some sort of spell.

 When one of my nieces wants to be a fashion character with myself inside an artwork by Italian artist Rolando Cicatelli, all that I can think at that frozen moment in time, is that in my life or in my autobiography she'll clearly be inside it in a book shelf.

An artwork based on me by Finnish artist Terhi Ekebom and another one by Italian artist Marco Polenta

I stated several times in this blogue that I love the artwork that Finnish artist Terhi Ekebom created based on myself and that she has the prettiest soul that I've ever met, I know that she also loves my soul even if I'm smoking a cigarette.

 Extraordinary Italian artist Marco Polenta created an astonishing artwork based on me while putting myself inside David Lynch's Twin Peaks TV series and its "Red Room" while I was thinking this to myself:

- "Flowers must bloom"

Me and an artwork based on a XXIst century woman by Italian artist Gianni Allegra

Women also are temptation inside a pagan nation.

 Extraordinary Italian artist Gianni Allegra created an artwork for me based on a "Rebel, Rebel" girl smoking a cigarette while mirroring the internet.

 I remember that at that time I was telling a story, while also smoking a cigarette too, about how Rudolf's reindeer is with its magical kiss.

Me and some of my favourite covers based on comic book character Hellblazer and Watchmen created by English writer Alan Moore, The Invisibles and Animal Man written by Scottish writer Grant Morrison and Sandman written by English writer Neil Gaiman 

I'm no Animal Man and not even Sandman, I know that I always let Isabel google my pen because she's my belle that casted me a spell.

An artwork based on me and Finnish artist Terhi Ekebom and another one based on my kitty Ilvie and me by Croatian artist Danijel Zezelj 

There was a time when the last of my five stolen kitties, whose name is Ilvie , put me inside a rhyme.

 There was another time when Canadian artist Stan Wany created an artwork based on myself and on Finnish artist Terhi Ekebom while I was thinking this to myself: 

- There's a soul that never is old. 

An artwork by Russian artist Tatjana Volkova, me and Sandra along Rudof reindeer

Then there's Sandra again inside a Russian train in vain.

 Knowing myself that Rudolf's star is who as human beings really are.

Me along an artwork of a Swedish woman that smokes 

Smoke, boat and coat.

I love artworks with no masks even if they're tasks while I'm thinking this to myself:

- A mysterious woman smoking a cigarette?

- What's this?

- Bloody internet?

Me and some of my favourite covers based on comic book character Hellblazer and Watchmen created by English writer Alan Moore, The Invisibles and Animal Man written by Scottish writer Grant Morrison, Sandman written by English writer Neil Gaiman and Preacher written by Irish writer Garth Ennis

I know one thing and one thing only:

- I never preach to what's at my reach, knowing that I'm not a vampire walking in barbed wire.

Me and Sandra along an artwork by Italian Maestro Bernardino Constantino along Rudof reindeer

Then, there's Sandra again and her inner pain.

 I vision an awesome artwork by Italian maestro Bernardino Constantino not thinking on any game.

 There's also Rudof's reindeer inside a frozen moment in time that doesn't rhyme.

An artwork based on me by Spanish artist Eduardo Alvarado Sanchez Cortés and another one by Argentine artist Carlos Dearmas

There is an artwork based on myself by Spanish maestro Eduardo Alvarado Sanchez Cortes that I love where he drew several "me's" not fighting honeybees and another one based on me by Argentine artist Carlos Dearmas while I'm thinking on a movie named "Leon" and Tom Waits masterpiece album "swordfishtrombone"

Me and an artwork based on a XXIst century woman by Italian maestro Massimiliano Veltri along Rudolf reindeer

I know that a pretty woman inside a song is more than a bomb like the above artwork that Italian artist Massimiliano Veltri created knowing myself that Rudolf's reindeer catches every snowflake without fear inside a tear.

An artwork by Italian maestro Rolando Cicatelli based on my niece Luzia along myself

My life is who I am as a simple man.

One of my nieces wants to be with me inside my own autobiography? 

I know that with me, she's always free.

There's William Blake inside a book telling something about Europe and America.

 There're images in there and words as swords.

There's Fernando Pessoa being quiet without any riot.

 There's Portuguese writer Mario Cesariny that tells me this inside a book:

- In all streets I lose you.

- In all streets I find you.

Below is a video of myself stating in English all the love that I've on my heart and soul while knowing that Rudolf's reindeer is who starts my path inside a love story to Isabel that's my belle.

Many thanks to all international artists who believe and support my work and ideas inside book projects while hoping that you all have a joyful christmas time where time doesn't chime.

You're the best.

Special thanks to my love Isabel Berg and to all my nephews and nieces

A poem to my love Isabel Berg at Christmas time

Me, Isabel, a cat and a song 

- God Jul.
- There'll be codfish and potatoes on our dish...
You tell me this through your soft lips that suddenly move without any groove...
I stare at a kitty tearing a xmas tree appart for free...
I listen to a song while "we're watching all the streets lights fade"...
There's somewhere a shade...
- You're always like this.
- How can I give you a kiss?
You ask me this and I suddenly know that's Rudolf reindeer and its glow wherever we go...
- Will you be my light during the night?
I ask you this...
Without butterfly efect...
No jet set...
Without internet...
You hold a pagan cross on your chest...
You always hold a little bit your breathe...
- I'm mother...
- I go further...
- I do teach...
- I grab you at my reach...
- You and me are always more than words being written in a blank sheet...
- We're always neat...
- We aren't an wolfpack inside a rack...
- My hair is what you touch...
- Your fingertips are soft...
- There's cold...
- Let's nurture ourselves with love potion of old...
- Be my light...
- I'll be your insight...
- Don't be a sailor near the sea...
- I need you near me...
I think on where boats sink...
I don't think on wood when there's food...
- Bread and honey, Man...
- You know how I am...
I stare at your beautiful eyes that don't carry any lies...
Your hair is red not being dead...
I listen to old Tom...
I listen to The Thin White Duke...
I play to simple sparrows with a flute...
I read and read Pessoa's disquiet book while admiring your astonishing look...
- I've thought on you today...
- During morning and day...
- You're my angel to be...
- Side by side...
- Inside a Chocolate's ride...
You told me this...
Words were everywhere...
In a common street...
Where we meet...
The song continues on my mind...
It isn't at all unkind...
- Dear...
- Honey...
- You're so funny...
- You've no tear or any fear...
You tell me this...
There's only me and you...
Nothing new...
No magic trick...
Not staring at a brick...
- Scandinavia, Man...
- It's here your pen...
- No pagan poetry...
- We're joy to be...
I listen to the sounds that your shoes make while you walk and to me talk...
There're our hands...
No loose ends...
You've a sparkle of a flame...
It isn't a game...
It is no shame...
- Voodoo talk...
- You know that I love how you walk...
- A Portuguese that says please...
- I'm your queen and you know...
- I'm not a simple blow...
- You're my king with a label pin...
You say this to me...
Joy is in thee...
No book's free...
No fruit is hidden from thee...
Personal Jesus to be...
You and me...
- Come on, Man...
- Loose your pen...
- Stand by my side...
- No ride...
- Let's listen to silence as science...
You tell me this...
While I tell you this:
- There's a kiss inside our own bliss...

My sun, moon and stars