Violet ornaments

Ornatos Violeta. Live, Oeiras 2025-06-14.


Coisas (Things). It's just things. I'm fine. Almost so fine. See how good it is to live again.


Dia Mau (Bad Day). The bitter taste of loneliness! It's just another bad, bad, day.

Have a beautiful Valentine's Day

My wife is not mine, she is of her mind. Even though she thinks so, she doesn't need me. That's what I like about her.
She doesn't want to be my world, but she has me in her desires. I can see it in her eyes, the clear presence of our adventures.
She flies with her fantastic birds, agnostics, friendly, by fields of reasons. And when she comes back she brings me sweets.
She does not show herself in the window, with her body illuminated. But she shows the universe, to hunting animals, when she goes down to the market.
She descends from the hair of the stars, right under the ghosts' noses, that she learned to disassemble. And she ends up turning them into toys.
My wife is not mine, she is of her mind. Even though she thinks so, she doesn't need me. That's what I like about her.
She is the captain of her ship.

boa noite

"Casa", Da Weasel and Carlão/Pacman and Manuel Cruz

"Túnel" Manuel Cruz and Pluto

supernada - supernothing, take 1

My self-praise gave me a shiver . I never had a knack for fish in a river
The art wanted to be life, but that's not for everyone . As milk cream it didn't dream to be free
My self-praise gave me a shiver . I never had a knack for fish in a river . Neither a knack nor a temper
Mom, I made a man! Inside one human, inside another human
Wish I knew how it's made . Don't even wanna think about it!
It's my toy, it's my toy! I spoil, I fix, I understand . And above all, it’s where I learn . To hush my fear
There is a house in the back that keeps the secret, Even you are afraid. Even you are afraid
On the other side, I watch, always in shape to hide the truth . Sometimes I almost burst, sometimes I almost burst
(So why don't you burst?) The world wants me to lie. The world loves lies
It's my toy, it's my toy! I spoil, I fix, I understand . And above all, it’s where I learn . To hush my fear

devagar

And have a Happy New Year :)

If the wind doesn't change, I'll give until I feel. That there's a reason, To believe it's much better to exist.
I know, I don't see the light in me. Not even on anyone else. I just wanted to touch the sky. I don't wish harm to noone.
I know, Tells you the song of fear, One day we'll see but time doesn't bring it. But lose the sense of time. When I love it is always slowly

dry handkerchief

Lend me your eyes once. .I haven't eyes of people, only of a boy. .It's just the time to realize. .From the vision that is blurred to be a woman.
Lend me a cup of salt. .And show me the recipe for the lachrymal broth. . It's just the time to convince you. .'cause not even precipitated I can rain.
It is not an adage that persecutes us. .A man just doesn't cry because he can not.
Lend me this effeminate mourning. .To be masculine is to have a dry handkerchief. . It's just time to make-me-up. .Of transparent weeping (the woman's color).
I was not born stone, I was born boy. .A man just doesn't cry because he isn't able to.
Men make fire, with two sticks they make fire. .By exchange I teach you to burn.
You are current and I pretend to be sea. .'cause a man, to cry, he can not cry.

from the running bandit

These are earth sighs
stuck in the tension
of our attention to the void
of our ideas
are our hands
tied in rings of reason and cold
They are human jokes
that don't make us laugh
or demolish the more serious side
of our ideas
are our mothers
trapped in the annals
of passion and tedium
It's the beginning of the war
devouring the endeavor
in penetrating on the back of the river
of our ideas
I wanted to be the plant
when I heard the earth calling for me