Alban was photographed by police helicopters once in´Cintra´, (1997) like Henri from ‘Les Mandarins’ de Beauvoir calls to Sintra and in the first days of December of 2009 in Jeeser/Mecklenburg-Vorpommern.
Once Alban got rid of two men who wanted to attack him, other time he kicked with his right foot a man from Campeã, the same homeland as my second elementary school teacher.
He is peaceful, wants peace but sometimes some people are not under the casual journey into the altar of milk and honey.
The new depart was in the future’s open diary with space and lucidity trained skills like the flashes in the places he has been, where we will go to feel. The plural is the rest of our lives, someone watches while we sleep, no switch blade but a speed in the thinking where Plato knew where to send his true voice and the truth is immune to all the sadness and the gloom.
I seek and believe in everyone, come on please turn existence in something natural again ah sowing seeds, in this white city where Bruno Ganz was actor for one Lisbon Story and now the angry place where the best solitude performance is this Christmas with my thinking demonstration walking in the Frisian moods and I do the talking in a thousand lips with loving songs and you can come too.
I am a nahif man with fierce eyes.
I would dare to give you my soul, dear childhood, you know once I was a little boy who later met his love in the countryside and now he keeps wondering about you.
