WEeping

I lost the bus
but still i found a new life
someone new
fresh and still
evolving

but where are you?
are you coming tomorrow?

I build a shelter

I need my shelter
Cheap place where to hide and happily bath
there i left my old boots
and my new coat
pieces of paper i found in the street
and old cheese for me to eat

I found a shelter
but litle by litle
this hut begins to be to litle

the painting i saw on some wall
is still in the street in the same place
but at the same time

i feel like it's home
strange feeling when home is outside
my shelter is getting empty
when i am so full inside

Animais que podem falar e sentar

Animais que podem falar contigo e sentar-se à mesa para jantar também, muitos efeitos coloridos como aguarelas de água a dissolverem-se no ar e gente sorridente. No meio desta feira do Surreal encontrei um poster que anunciava uma grande personalidade, mas que não sabia dizer quem era... Um grande artista que não cheguei a encontrar.

Mais tarde viajo de automóvel, pinta de Renault 5, no lugar do morto. Uma brasileira que sei ser actriz, mas que não conheço, conduz o carro. É noite escura, estamos cansados, mas bem. Sabes, diz-me ela, é possível você ter saudade de alguém que ainda não conheceu.

Estas poucas palavras deixaram-me intrigado durante o resto do sonho e do dia acordado. É como uma ideia romântica de esperar por alguém que não existe, como o príncipe encantado da loura menina. Mas na realidade é um anúncio seguro de alguém que vai chegar.

big dummy

back in high school, everyone is running around in the playgound. Sweet yellow sepia colours make me go back to play with small insects in the mud. Small beetles that forgot how to run now they have less legs and funny worms that live underground.

The sun is high and hot, we have all the time with us, running and playing silly spitting to others, still nobody is mad furious, laughing and running. At one time, i realize that my mates are gone. The playground, once full and loud, is now silent. Where is everyone? I hope to find them, i am not feeling alone, i can allways entertain myself freely, just curious where the big squad went.

After looking, i looked for them some more, outside they are nowhere to be seen, i start to peek inside the rooms, and nearby the big stairs, in the yellow house, i go to the big room, anfitheater, where so many fit sitted. When i silently open the door, i find everyone inside. I stand in the door trying to understand. Nobody noticed i came in. A big dummy is sitted in the floor, facing the empty classroom. All my friends busy, walk around putting the pieces together of the 12 meters rag-doll. He has clothes and big black hair that remembers me my own. Between the huge body parts beeing carried around, i notice a big nose, still to be glued to the big face. His eyes are still empty, but i am sure somebody is taking care of it. There are at least two people that carry the glue around, some people are very busy carryind the giant botouns of the big shirt and some others sewing with a big needle.

I find all of this very bizarre and a bit scary. Sudenlly the guy still carrying the giant nose notices that i am in the door, and everyone looks scared at me, in silence. I close the door and go away to play somewhere else.