Flying Kangoroo

When i was about 12 years old i had this dream, crazy thing about being a flying kangoroo.


I flew all over my hometown, got away from this kangoroo hunters, that used this huge butterfly nets to try to caught me! As any flying cangoroo i started to leap faster and faster until i had enough speed to take off! Just in time to escape the big net! During the whole dream i never had fear. Easily i used my tail to control the flight and as a weapon to hit my oponents straight on their face! I still remember how i flew over every place i knew in the village and all the fun i had.

During my flight when i got high enough, i noticed that one air bridge full of apartments was in my direction, 1 km ahead. In one of the windows, was an old lady with one big pan in her hand. She wanted to hit me! I had to regain control of my flight and i was able with my tail to change direction and at the same time to hit the old in her head!

The only bad thing was that when the night came, i came to land and tried to go for a cofee, but i couldn't go inside, because of this warning that forbided all of my species to go into the cofee place (a forbiden sign just like the ones that usually forbid dogs).
Nothing compares to the emotion of flying,
i hope to regain the skies soon...

The death of the young

In this dream
i had a super-hero cloath

but in my decisive moment
in my arms i let a child to die
and there was nothing that i could do but to cry

could i have failed?
am i worth of being here?

no good hero
let the young to die
and if this is about to happen
i must avoid it at all costs
deffending with my own life

but the child is dead
and i am here
holding his body in my arm

but each drop of blood spilled
makes me pain
so deep
that i may just retreat from super-heroing
and find shelter in an old ski house

NEW DREAMS!!!

Dreams are the glue of our soul
Where our ideas come from

When Tatev told me how are my ideas good
They could grow even more
To include other Worlds

I can't help myself but to feel good
Because with that lady
My dreams have returned!

Longlive the New Dream,
Longlive the ones pure of heart!

Mãe, é O segundo trilho

Um trilho é feito de pedras ou madeira ou assim um material do género e dá uma direcção a seguir. Nem sempre é fácil darmo-nos conta qual é o nosso caminho. Mas a nossa intuição é um bem precioso. Eu nem sempre sei como estas decisões tomam lugar, mas pela partilha de conhecimento tudo faz sentido. Pilsner é a minha cerveja favorita, tenho sempre uma laranja para oferecer, como tomates como quem come maçãs, pão de cereais, bebo mate pela manhã ou café sempre sem açúcar, tenho um cabelo lunático cheio de caracóis, o Sol, as montanhas e o mar inspiram-me, nunca estou demasiado ocupado, tenho sempre energia para dançar, adoro ir de bicicleta para o parque, o dourado é a minha cor favorita, mas não o quero na minha roupa, leio, escrevo, desenho, fotografo, pinto, quero lançar fogo pela boca e fazer paus de fogo girar nas minhas mãos, aprender a fazer filmes e a tocar piano, viajar e conhecer pessoas dá-me força e não me incomoda não partilhar a mesma linguagem mas chateia-me quando percebo as palavras mas o discurso não faz sentido. Amo amar e viver.

Desculpa, mãe, mas a minha casa já não é no mesmo lugar. Nasci cigano e estou mais feliz onde ainda não conheço, a minha cabeça está maior, quero ser estrangeiro, sinto-me em paz. Aqui as pessoas estão mais alheias da realidade, tiram os sapatos quando chegam a casa e põe a manteiga e o fiambre em cima do pão quando querem fazer sandes. Mas a minha pátria é o Mundo e eu percebo que estejam demasiado chateados para querer política, também agora sou demasiado preguiçoso para cortar o pão quando quero uma sandes e até gosto de tirar os sapatos à entrada.

Sempre hei de ser João André Ribeiro Duarte, nascido em Portugal, filho de Isabel Maria Miranda Ribeiro. Amo-te mais do que o Sol quente pela manhã! Aparece quando quiseres, avisa-me só da hora e local de chegada.

nearby the cell bone

messing on the toilet

while doing coke

i hit the eyeball

and i remember

that as a kid i do love jesus

and the spider man swing

that made me in my dreams king

and a smart card to be respected

now i am wasted

wasting my money

in cheap drink

and other drugs

but i do realize

that it is a nice work

if you can catch it

tHE gOLden RUles

All the western marvel heroes tell us stories that are easy to be remembered. As i get closer to myself i look up to the spider man, that hated by everyone still does the best of himself everyday. The world is ours to transform, and bigger the power, greater the responsability. Respect is my golden rule, although it is not mandatory to be a good man. The world is made in grey scales, and we are all a bit lost when we realize that the pure evil is so sweet cause it is also good. So, if God did ran away from Heaven are we gonna bother to kick his ass? Life is sacred, but if we are in a sanatory for hunting a killer demon beast, we must at least enjoy the food and the fresh air.

All the western marvel heroes tell us stories that are easy to be remembered. And as honesty becomes golden rule, all the impulses are here to be respected and understood. Everyday i saw the litle children in my front porch, said the good man. Until one day i just made what any other good will man would do. Sodomy is bloody dark rage against these used up society rules? Or an impulse like eating chocolate at 3 a.m.? All depends on the view point. Life is sacred, but if the bastard did kill my parents, i might just punish and blow him to pieces.

I don't know about you

Well it's true that we love one another
I love Jack White like a little brother
Well Holly I love you too but there's
Just so much that I don't know about you



Jack give me some money to pay my bills
All the dough I give you Holly
You been using on pain pills
Jack will you call me if you're able?
I got your phone number written
In the back of my bible
Jack I think your pulling my leg
And I think maybe I better ask Meg
Meg do you think Jack really loves me?
You know, I don't care because
Jack really bugs me
Why don't you ask him now?
Well I would but Meg
I really just don't know how
Just say 'Jack , do you adore me?'
Well I would Holly but love really bores me
Well I guess we should just be friends
I'm just kidding Holly
You know that I'll love you 'til the end



Well it's true that we love one another
I love Jack White like a little brother
Well Holly I love you too but there's
Just so much that I don't know about you

Holly give me some of your English lovin'
If I did that Jack I'd have one in the oven
Why don't you go off and just love yourself
If I did that Holly there won't be anything
Left for anybody else
Jack it's too bad about the that way you look
You know I gave that horse a carrot
So he'd break your foot
Will the two of you cut it out
And tell 'em what it's really all about

Well it's true that we love one another
I love Jack White like a little brother
Well Holly I love you too but there's
Just so much that I.... don't know about you