Eduardo Alexandre Pinto

The siren length her tender light when the world tends to ignore the true love story tellers but even if they flow in a logical way, they can embrace the face of Anne Sophie to whom I missed so much and she so tender or the bright speech of the gallery girl so close on her look at my work, then across the strangers who talk about nothing and me I tend to be curious for sunset and silhouettes, looking for not only the sunny side of the street cause she is the only one I got and easy streets are not for me and coffee comes into the taste of 10 years of isolation and Chomsky recognized how touching a poem of mine, at the time after her wife passed away. Now I give information like thick beats with details in my memory and the drums may sound speedy but the eyes will be good for the ringing sounds of the international conspiracy of not want to know what in unknown as pleasure is found in the outskirts if this answer is out of the touch, so my avenue has a picnic near the small river where I wait on my sanctuary called thinking and yes you can find me and the rest is the best…

 Holl(y) girl!

Hello Alex…I am well thank you for asking.  I always enjoy reading your letters.  You are very poetic.   

With her blonde moving walk, the English Charly will have an angel.

Pat, takes photographs and smiles at me, I take her into her job.

Pat, the gallery girl always nice by me she gently stands.

Birti, the Swedish ballet teacher in generous ways into me.

Anne Sophie, one French girl with a noble and compassionate heart.

Under the orange sky and the silver word bought into the day as he takes his electric thoughts charges into the vacuum and we humans in soul ask for silence as the body for a delicate whisper when the nest where we grow gets sweet lessons on a little way, the one that brings truth for the eyes and overseas when reaching the shore for the anti world new order ad and the moon is a precious weapon to seed light to the anti touristic nomads which build dreams and also seed maybe in Dax where I saw a woman dressed in black and as you know the black runs deep, but the woman felt observed by me but kept safe and proud of  her beauty, and me I was writing furiously for the journey from Düsseldorf where Mr. Matos gave me cigarettes and the german old man hug me, the Italian told that his girlfriend was the sky and with the smoke I could see Almeria once again as poetry and like Greenpeace they don’t save the world but keep the shining freedom alive, so alive, my beautiful friend, best friend in the world, then comes summer and you swim in the sea or inside me…

Dear Alex,
I didn’t say anything about the Day of Poets – today. When I bought flowers to my garden, i went for a walk and i could see many of them sitting in the trees with flowers in their hairs. Some times poets are blind because (paradox) they have so open mind, in many cases they are difficult, sametimes they are cute and innocent like a child, sometimes they have own secret life, changing moods like wind but the world needs them. 
Z.

I am fighting with full power for my personal choice to who I love when people think I am a super human fighting the frustration of the social denying in money thinking while the free and natural concept of feelings and emotions are totally away from life where I live among humans, feeling that my way of thinking or intelligence takes people to act with me in a aggressive way and everyday I have hard conflicts from the people which I have to deal, even my family cannot trace my thoughts and can only go on alone or not, my fight with experience the sexual tensions from people and their frustrations which make me in the first move feeling similar to horror and under these circumstances I am aware to the social misery and of course again scared with the vicious fascist games led by the so called masters of the universe, yes because the Earth is to small for them and now after al my life helping and devoting all my energy to elucidate people about social changes and people by their fear experiment the same horror as I do, although I am the most lucid and so much ahead person from today’s way of thinking among people with social neurosis and this material again based on a empiric experiences and with the help of the studies of Wilhelm Reich I can find a little relief of pain with some people the open ones, but I must be cautious cause even if Reich had problems in the 30’s and then sentenced to jail by the FDA and later died in prison, now I know what he felt and I am not looking for followers, like I said I want to love and work in peace with my joidevivre and energy and original and creative mind so I dream of a home where I can move and build my base and continues my studies and unlike the brittish band The Conflict said ‘we must use force if necessary’, I will not use any violence, more I will make people see their way of thinking and why revolution is not on television, news papers or on your sofa is on your inner voice which tells you your true nature, the materialistic thinking gives more power cause all my energy and this I found now will go for my work which I have thought to sacrifice literary skills for human kind  and writing material which will include all the scandals in Portugal that I know since a common communist traffic dealer to the daughter of the Portuguese president named Patrícia Cavaco which will move her pharmacy in Campolide to other quarter in Lisbon.

In the course of History, distortion makes of people like me to be guilty of being so much ahead in time and so consequently sentenced to jail or death, this happened with Socrates, Wilhelm Reich for example and of course where are the natural profits of their lives? In a fake plastic world, Alea Jacta Est

While summer and the bass lines marry younger than private thoughts which have chosen to feel rather to consume so please don’t complain when you met me cause I held your hands and both of us in this silver worded spring when life is deeper than absurd if you think of course why people die in their living rooms talking about gossips and my jokes are quiet funny and nothing can take me from my choice to be free on my independent thinker condition even if the seventh dream of a teenage heaven has open holes in your feelings, yeah we meant what you were and I’m in touch with my moon’s nest which it is the true spirit of my ego, my generous heart and a screaming soul, yes babes I am a fighter, said the soldier to the mean emperor who learn how to make the good with the teachings/examples of an humble man, in my words made of stardust remedy.

I am looking for a way around in a divine measure so I can bang and hanging on the hangar with my breathing condition straighten for the Pedro Miguel Pauleta kick and I could yes I know I could defend from his mighty kick and take his eyes like mosaics where my hands turn the rust from the fire when the organic measure of daddy is all alone in Brazil and baby tell me what should do with your white soul where like Camus felt when he was a goal keeper and you at night tell me stories about things that I have never heard and you cool my desire of blasting the defamation of my existence which I shall fight with all my strengths so the wind, the snow, the cold temperament of the Portuguese will be out of existence and again quitting when they look in emptiness for my twin eyes and please my job is to make people think and not to drive a Porche so stay away cause I am a friend… compañero, dear Peter Falk (shaking hands) and the times oh The Times, I have no time for Times and the tiger in Argentina keeps fighting and the band played Waltzing Matilda… and where do the children go?

Ana Diniz a Portuguese shrink took 4 years for doing nothing to fill me with heavy medication while she used to fall asleep during our meetings by her self medication then dozen and dozens of treachery by Portuguese shrinks till January of 1999, when a shrink over two years with me found the cure from paranoid schizophrenia although what he made was looking at the manual or list of recent medication and I was he’s confessor of his bourgeois life. Then I could feel life again like the rebuilt of a new man, free from terror.

I was used all my life, or kicked even in sex Portuguese women used me maybe cause I am handsome and intelligent but then they think, this guy is a good and potent performer he has brains BUT he has no money so let’s leave him.

That was the knowledge in my private rainbow where I go trough the changes by thinking.

This morning I felt so tired of humans and got a big letter from a woman telling her story  but couldn’t reply cause it takes time  and I said/though by recent structured reflections about the emotional plague written in the 30’s by Dr. Wilhelm Reich, that my studies on his books and my experience with people were correct. So let me work and stay away who cannot understand yourself, you can kick me, and I’ll kick you too, you attack cause you feel fear, so many tears I held…

 I kicked a car polluting my street, this made my aggressions from the Portuguese idiots turn my morning worries into a happy strength!

The german rabbit looked at me for a minute, he stood quite and silent wondering about the human, I told the rabbit, ‘please stay away from the middle of the road, a car can kill you’ he stood concentrated, then he moved into me and I got up and did the same, but he ran and I kept my adventurous journey, found a red house where I thought it was the U96 road but it was not, so opened the gate, found a fat man and told him that in german that I was a foreign poet from Portugal seeking for help. I had called police before but they thought as me too that I was on the U96 road, so the fat german man talked with german police and came later. This man and his wife gave me milk and I could wash my face and seat on their garden and smoke, they were polite people. When police came I was calm but then inside the police car, the driving policeman was on 180km/h and I was anxious and said in german, please go slow and the asked them to stop the car. They did it, I drink some water and had a deep breathe and then he was driving in 50km/h and asked me if that was ok and if I was better, I said thank you officer, your kind. At the police station I met the Komissar Schröder which unlike the rabbit was very shy and blushed when I start talking fast and happy for my personal victory but he was gentle man, I calm him and said, let’s call the Portuguese consulate and a german female friend from Koblenz, so of course the Portuguese were sleeping and my bass player was awake, they talked and they he organized me a sleeping place in hospital and during that time I seat near two cops who were working and eating, sometimes I looked at them and they blushed completely, so I went outside to have a cigarrete then other policeman came and I teach them about stars, everything was independent from being police and civil, we were smoking, I did the talking, I met their gentle way and they met my liveliness.