In honey tears the metalizing fog and the unusual move of things that look and guess for fitting to mind, namely to decide about the error that started in the lack of births creating deformed hands and diametrically opposed to courage in the decision to hit the deft hand, there is a clear day in natural form and on the calendar, the river, leaving the vessels and the moon following this time very connected to the disorganization of the fertility of the mind which may lie with the nostalgia of millions of minds, a golden tone in the outbreak of multiple forces when two or more distant lands, and souls, taking on his genuine chest. The words which proclaims hope, a space of trust and solidarity, where the machines move inside a large light and space opening in a new oxygenation of times on this constant questioning and working with urgency, it is difficult as there is water in the cosmos and on future sources of pleasure, the sun is estimated by marriage to the love … never being alone, under the sign of being human…

 A penniless logic does not disdain the huckster, it wanders that there are enough like a marble tomb sheltered by the reverberation of a huge decal of many western side stories. I put the hummus in a lost Portugal with the real formula that hoists the sexuality from these people, after the predisposition of the heart to strength and saving the cracks of all the economic measures for generations and generations in order to suspend their relationship with a poetic singularity in its pure direction and now at their eyes. So the pleasure with a logic of natural science of a constant emotional rotation, passionate and lifted from my inventory, but friendly to those who evokes Xu Zhimo for a love tattooed as art to think.

Poetry is like the mighty ocean by counting love blessings just before we start to drag the happy place where we were made while reason states self control of the all contrasts in a rising vitality.

Alex´s Poetry for his first poetical love, Bárbara:

Come in your whistling kind muscles

Like that one that by intuition

forming a long concentration of

 Adventure and a baptism of fire

when freedom was following my soul

 arriving at this affair where there is no difference.

In songs, the skies, are the spelling moves

the crawl of a bell that runs the fist

Lampoons on the very cradles

that were kissed in the mouth by June

is the cherry on the water with the sense of nonprofit?

 For each cup of feeling I can have a superb read

This is seen as what can be felt

And so fingers relayed these tunes with me sneaking

Aphorisms by the soft twilight

Sung as secrets that warm the cold

The right-handed and the extreme odor of my heart into heat

What a rise into a great breath

Signals the grimace that tells you more of this friend

In the configuration which blooms in its transformation

Knowing that there is life in progress

As our body goes into a gentle sleep

In a scarlet voice

As I am waiting for you, my dream

And the strength that can be so much late

And here I play as well 

Tomorrow the heart

Of a sacred birth

This union of vows and feelings

With a localized thinking

Living in security

Delivers this document because

 The vein has a whistling breath

And the run on the open prairie 

The foot where your eyes of black honey

Smiled once for being too foreign

Flanking your look as praise for your skin

It’s always the time for your encounter

In bid to interdict that in your center

In every breath and cheered accurate look

Among Gordian knots that the same postman

Sails, and with the years, the source of values

And I would not say that you are here without pain

Where we were two per among zillions

Above the illustrated and amazed thoughts

When the smile is stretching elastic beings

The sand here in your arms for the loving

And because it’s dawn, I estimate to be

A mild schism bare-chested

A mirror and you’re always

Home to meet the concise air

But as luck of the smooth trot

The crease at the neckline courteous November
 
Hip wound me, I’ll follow that

And the broom makes the holidays that you had

A tine thin wide finger

It’s the greasy touch

Connected to the time spent

Employed with the attentive soul

At sunset, as I recall

When looking at this member

Suggests that you are undressed

And you’ve got the sky that you dress

With that much desire

and be late

now in praise

of my splurge

I had signs

who sleep and sleeps

Read more at

whom I weave

Passing through years of light

Enumerating the name and identity

Polishing the voice that seduces me

When the rest of happiness

Perch in a zillion of steps

The Gordian knot gets the green

All the uniqueness of your traits

Segregating the beat of this seat

Your refinement plotting

As if was asking

What I have in me

And so as a nod

I tell you that I will be

In the hotbed  

And if I measure what I intuit

It’s your pout without erasure

That the cypress sets

As a sensitivity

Which runs very thin

May be your age

That defines what you were born

On the horizon you wrote

When I was arrested

Boiling this heart that is gone

Soft sunset I emanate

I am like you in the same flames

I have for taste, then return

In combat as in insurance of thinking

Here on Earth in the affairs of heaven

Flies with this vision of the veiled

And the taste of what makes you dive

Being the portion that binds us into two

I look you in a manly love pose

As having a certain dose with no withdrawals

Holding up very well

And lifted from your sky

Bárbara you are inside a delicate place

Revolving around what it might be seen

For any life comes without fog

And our bed is like love, the first

Anointing without blessing somewhere

I chimer in the land of nowhere

Solemn outdoor

And sideways without fainting

Who browses cities and nations
 
At the very sly row

As the heat of a fire

Around the cushion

Dozing what I think
 
No pain or census

Steadying myself on the horizon

In the fascination attached to the bridge

 A secret tells me that well

When I make a hundred

The axis and the bond between the royal forces

while the route of silence

listening to the other corner

when I dream, I know

by thinking about the landing of our law

and a stop parched, stands as a sign

if there is also a time of glory

light in each cyclical and annual

the pace of each life story

I give you a handkerchief and a nod

because when you think, I will follow you to whistle

because of this tension

Bent in for your posture, if the thinking

plane to land in fertile motions

a benign sun for us and the reptile

stands quiet at a first touch

In young fruit as alive as a trout

And we are also against the current  

And you have the reverse in the handwriting of fire

That wrap the tobacco team

Which is a metaphor that barricade and seals

The benefit of our distraction

You came on the side that was our soul

And early vines with sweet talk

Broke and beautiful as your voice

Now in our mouth with love

Longing sighs in several years

In contrary tones

That the tone of this post

It’s the skin that you seen

Recent subliminal paintings

As your air is heard

at the foot of the bed loving

bodies in some momentum  

flows to the resin at the behest

which knows how to run and powerfully  

these maneuvers with sui generous margins

Yet this life I feel in distress

In the shadows I guess there are splendid truths

How to center you Miss?

On the fate of your hip

Such a young, frank

Radiate as an epic live

And in return to know

The current extension is either brave

As the heat of this generous hand

My name drops like a silver star

Here on the prairie, where the eye wants to inspect

The entanglement of sensuality

With dazzling, spinning when geometry in

One or two ideas on the space which is aware

Patience knows the discerning attention

In the mind wanting to travel between arms

And the mind appears as a love potion

The forearm of dawn

Recreating the language of others

While the urgency of the hour

The echo of your voice at me strolls

But the creed of the latent humor

What is true for anxiety and amusement

Rises by fervor

Where is our imprecise ascension

I thought your hair

as sensitive petal

was very appealing

to me, invisible

and we had this focus

altar flowers

where you play

in this dream too grown

The quiet brilliance and

Incessant ecstasy

Embrace the look of this wave

Giving you my daughter

My infant dream

For your heart can walk

And I’m in physical time

Wanting to calm your smile my dear

On a nice cloud for you in praise

By the softness of this love

The elixir of pure reason strikes a kind of dazzled dance where the regular inner conflicts turn their essence by a good understanding of the puzzles of destination of a mind in time to stop over the realm of a bright eureka, like it would be our best random lucky day. That is our time to be inside true, takes time from time and in between the comprehension of what is not known, figures the engine of thinking as a the main ally of feelings in all the marathons on in each life as the certificate of unity by the correct use of History of the mind. Across the car crushes the mute pavement of death taken from the metallic emptiness of people who by vanity carry money as a private convoy of running into the trenches where people walk in with artificial make up of their hearts and the bums who stop in time to talk about beauty are in my hands as truly treasures and so much brave than any rock star under their paper stocks like Bono Vox the lead singer from the Irish band U2, that lead with others into the backyard of blindness and the consequent abuse from the passive land which has no voice to hold the knot from people who accept this kind of dark squad, a kind of decal from my voice across the myriad of ratio parcels in which the statistic of cooperation with reason appears in blank coldness. Then people chose to die in this way with visions of possession and forgetting History again and again and History is our own accomplish of truth with the purest perused mind taken hold of lucidity by work for all eras and maybe reason and poetry can breathe so that at least two or ten people can walk upon the sea with the spirit casted for centuries on which the joy ships the moon into walls of brightness.

An unfound stone somewhere in the seasonal memories from the evanescence of a faithless split that gets colder as the minutes drag our thoughts on the way to the infinite knowing that is time to go.

Alex went into the night with a sandy hand that by latter work of a cakewalk around the pavement when the eyes were circling from a girl at the window and she could not give me her love; she ran and gave her look into something secret like the exercise of wearing underwear for free, that is between lovers and the jokes that work as an attempt to fill up friendly feelings around our awakes all over the giving that we feel as part of us. But she was found as stone, meaning all sensible causes that are tuned into action from being sure of the destination of a body as the best living theatre to stay in when men and women are in and you can come too in the shade of a intimate feeling.

Wittgenstein asks one young man that was philosopher if he was happy and by anticipation he said, forget about philosophy. Me, when I was a little boy, I could make the sun appear, it was my magic bliss and today I dreamed what I have lost on my magic places and the people on which I was involved were a passage on my liveliness and curiosity for the world. I awoke in Campolide with noise as usual, I slept few and I wonder if all that is in my mind can have some magic consequences like innocence being taken care softly. I hate noise, I want to focus my attention on the skies like in elementary school because I was with myself, then people came to annoy my dream and what I have lost, it was my peace, that´s the conclusion about my life as a thinker.

If we spell a sort of little luxury on the very closeness of our thoughts, we can enter into the strategy of what is work at times when by social segregation or in a different level by social shyness, we reach a swinging sunny heart that holds each emotional condition and these escalating actions, have the subtle notion of what exists by the understanding of our realms and then we can move into the next breeze with friendly nucleus which like us, as we are, from rust into pure and just realms. Into trough the comprehension of time, there is rolling riddles to become clear like facing a social discrimination and with the well lined up vocation of opening things in the right way, belonging to the attitude of being involved with patience to everything, especially when the world wants to move to Mars and the body mind tensions migrate as refuges of non sense because our hard home travels at every eye contact and by the thought we understand the communication among the individual expectations when time fits to wonder himself about the distance between what is reasonable for a justice lover to set his time for one massive prevention of what could be the relaxation of the mind by work which fits perfectly in the human time for the body of reason and thinking of reasonable lyricism to have a proper profit because the sense of knowing is the half way to find the pure and timeless poetry.

In another place where the doing of memory brings time to the face and all seems so far away from the infancy, therefore a ghost of smile being the macabre prosecutor who dares to be the fool when he or she are asked about life and you can find these people in hotels, spending time with the taste for filth down where the dead man go and the skies cannot give the evidence of freedom because these hearts are broken by the non didactic work of the brain, so the talking has the calenture on the adult stage but the infancy smiles still. We got to work for some fair social trade along the landing of all balloons of our infancy either 99 or as decal of a new sweat that makes love around the trees with cherries and a soft lace in the playful time for the sake of a cosmic language and people can solve things because is good for the soul, believe me, dear Bárbara.

How do you think it feels, Bárbara?

It is painful to lead with my hypersensitiveness, is like being told about sins in the social nelson holds around my body. No one is around, here, just me talking to the mute walls and all rhymes are going into my solitaire work and so I cannot see the world like your daughter likes so much. Hope to see you in the street again even if you are afraid of my words at your home but you made me happy one day. I caress your way of being and I will keep observing your way of walking upon your soft echo across the streets of Lisbon.

The present discussion points the objects of induction where a concrete appearance answers carefully with credits to the love which is assumed with a striking decal from the rotation of future since we are all involved in what we feel as legible to the eye of poetry and reason. The difficulty is to paste everything into every beginning of reality in the input that a diversity of  characteristics of two or ten people that wear desire in a common share with access but the one to one approach reveals the lonely bridge with the differences without obtaining a true domain of the definitions in the apparent stolen property that can be taken as robbery of innocence and the work of reason has to name sensations in the sense of fight in order to gather the immediate feelings in means where a direct poetry exists to integrate the body of any nature.  

Under the daily squelches we might find a regular farewell from the abuse coming from foundations that survived with convoys of vanity and the annual look into the one love celebrates the vision that for now contradicts the one to one approach but it gives the vivid joy within this choice. To go for a drive before the collective kiss stars the compassion in the use of sympathy on which the curious kiss enables the solidary circles that allow the best defense of humans and the shining lives have much more to give and attract the new poets that walk and feel from the body of freedom; away from individual and collective and the conclusion is on the running vein that is on the way to the place where the soul can be found under the pure condition of life.

The geodesic dome reverberates around him in an axle that the vegetation around geometrizes as a voyeur browsing on the ruse of a war and someone cared by brave but in discretion, leaving into the sponsor of a clear meeting the engine that triggers a clear feeling to inspire the approach of a chemical kiss and that is a sensation with a taste for a ride into the day on the cracking will and leaving a well studied design as hard as a Beaver. Simone de Beauvoir was Castor (Portuguese word for Beaver) born on a January crack of 1908, on the 9th with the same digit that my classmate and friend from high school, Pedro Alexandre Barata that was born on the year of 1971 and was assassinated by the GNR, because he had no money, in the Fluvial Station of Barreiro, on March of 1989, was then 18 years. Barata was known as Tom Sawyer.

 A crease marks this runner with a strong driving force to return to his building, which by choice of thought as escort, accepts to travel with just one axis or reverberation that can build on a clairvoyance number to the force of the soul in its existential life flight and where under the banner of freedom, this soul could see others on the rush to their human vision of fear inside the economic alchemy illustrated by a rock flowing into an entrenched force of this kind of language at the heart of a emotional armor of the ego as luggage and so, I weave in front of them with a active rise and my availability stands quietly directed to this particular aspect of understanding.
This verb is chanting and posing into a peaceful transient more given to quiet lanes. I prepare the deck that holds the clip in this way, always in anticipation of what may take place in solemn trample into the warmth of a happy beginning and I must be cautious. A western rain is the shadow of a complex seasonal desire that begs for the pleasure into the sky with a towel over the rooftops and lauding this thought. He lives in a halo circling the last pause in the fervor of love, the flowers in its extension, the name embossed on a yellow ribbon and the more intact sense of sensibility who dares to hang for sympathy and smiling in memory of a known pleasure. Pouring of which renders the sum of the broth soft light, stimulating the state’s organic seed for a warm body of a hotbed of inspiration.

Mishima – A Life In Four Chapters
Directed by Barbet Scroeder
This film from 1970 it is the showcase of a mind that gives power for the national Japanese tradition. Mishima achieves his authority as a writer and in the army career. He is homosexual.
The actual anarchists have here a sign from a mind, not the tradition or the army, no, it is about going further taking an ideal with all pure means from the soul except the last act, suicide, to go with others, in the organization of people in action.
Should people be on their stomach pleasure with organic feelings lasting longer like the sleeping giant that seeds the world with hope and this giant takes pictures of us, he knows what we do, that´s why he must be fed in order to control the public sowing that goes into the chivalry of every clampdown and the consequent important task of independent thinkers taking the work and their faces to train the young believers which were born with a living soul so the little David can fight back the incoming of the fascist dream often told that the Nietzsche Übermensch was their inspiration but it was the philosopher´s sister the guilt person and no worse horrifying decay could come into the Europe at that time. That´s why to take someone´s thought has to include the lucidity of grace upon the time to think of what can be found inside the pureness on the thinker´s words. The world can live with words or without them, it´s up to us, to conceive inspiration from a society like the Bonobos for example; where sounds attract the solving conflicts by a free sexuality.

Nelson had the silent behaving laying in his thin agil vulture under the circumstances of saving the strange conducts of others, not totally strange but little dressed voices with lack of intelligence, so he thought by instinct not to answer to the public domain unless it would be necessary. His moving had the effect of a real spirit coming from a predicted epic journey, still on his mind as presence into the understanding where he could fit as a human in respect. He had a different frequency although his solemn thinking, reflect his stimulus that he caught from the oppression from the strange frequencies and all his mind was fighting to find at this distance the best answer to end up in a long relief, still he was just beginning to know humans.

When he knew humans and the out space, he wrote:

The language of the cosmos should be understood as a specific vivid source of fascinating forms of motions which lie on the punctual flowing of the thermodynamic margins of what exists in the Universe as energy. To reflect and go ahead step by step with the information transmitted under the heritage of looking for the mighty origin of what was found in long remarks of the mind as life processes related to the way where the factual truths are going in the tremendous nucleus of human consciousness.  Inside consciousness as she is observed with great activity as a frank outcome of the senses in action which are driving attitudes from the living organized forms produced by humans; mainly they are a birth from a union between the standing points of following gregarious instincts and the best realm of possessing the wealthy goods for many life´s moments in which we feel this as a natural language. The cosmos has a similar relation in this dialog and it is presented with an intense activity where the driving energy is moving with an organization of physical forms which exists with the same sense and that is equilibrium.

We can experience a fall down from a small rubber beach boat, we experience a difference of temperature, the body cries out rational or spontaneous ways of answering attitudes and the person is elapsing energy, extremely attached to the water in this case, which has her own vivid source of energy. The state of this event and all the living energies that interact between them, presents the life´s operational characteristics of understanding all differences of energy as an entire conscious with cosmic sense. The differences are kept in chase as a major motion by recognizing in its purest state, the cosmic quintessence of consciousness.

As ally of the outcome of the personal verve towards the life signs, concerns the acquiring importance of respect at the time of any relation; particles and atoms, sun and air, body and mind, heat and humidity, devote a natural way to inspire the best approach, if we think in the attraction and movement between elements and all life forms. Relations should be seen as work in any single difference that holds existence with the rational realm of harmony, its every one´s desire. Regularly some aspects come with tension and the related relaxation execution from it and it´s a unity to be attended, if we think in humans; nature has a more prolific system to attend pacts of self preservation. From what is known, the cosmos has a mighty endless energy that goes in every direction and is a distinct organization with no authority like humans that have the need into it with sadism tendencies.

The sense of going, proclaims all petals in the trenches where we can remind inside the perfumed view of contemplation, the informal approach to embrace the unpacked directions and to hold them as part of resistant patience trough all silent decisions that matter the consequent journey choices and their treasures that should be kept in the memory of the rolling body across the notifications of the mind. The union serves determination, we can decide alone, still we are a part of the whole design, because there is no natural law of how humans should live but how they should avoid death by feelings of great tension; in those times, the little secret place inside us can pull our inner voice into the recovering of the temperature of the human energy by turning her as affirmation of life, that is to accept and to understand every outcome of tension in our conscious by discharging the tensions with a systematical healing prevention method, performing the liberating meeting and then the margins of this kind of energy fluently floats. It’s a natural system. Systems ship a large vivacity when they had the proof of being capable to refine their ideas by taking part with the frequency of time upon their applications into the future gains of naturalism.

To stand and have it all from the working walks in smooth spoken memories where cars take us with the landscape and we talk with ourselves.  The speed  of  thinking  is  higher  than  our  consciousness  and  these  invisible archipelagos which offer  images  of  fast  gestures  wherever  they  are  a screaming morality or they are a bite from a silent creature, both  are  the notion of being in  the  giant  family  called  brotherhood.  To live with changes among the growing thoughts, with the mighty star, the sun and all the sources of energy is natural. The sense of justice is like a little fountain who knows about the ones who bled and who were held to embrace the labour of a pair of spoken eyes into the waiting of the rolling mind for the right calm and fresh breeze to follow. And we don’t have to die before the new born infinite shining sound comes.