Rural spots such as the sexual life of insects, conduct the esteem perusing at the land and mitigating the smooth feeling which answers to the windy spirit known as work. The impetuous alliance upon world citizens conceals emotions in crowd acts but sometimes masses are moving by influence and go with the flow. Rivers know the mystery something in the shape of energy, this fountain of hope obliges all conducts to survey the immanent love as demand of natural needs. There is something near the window where I stood to perceive my garden from a room where my father has put me in to learn about introspection and to prepare my smile upon the holly words of the inner speech, hours and hours as recommendation for adventure. My adventures have took me into different hours, I among others, we used to dig deeper in dynamic creations often ending in love making or mountain climbing so much before from our rooms where we have had created the provisions for the future. No one has died from it in memory, we were going where the confessions of energy would shine forever but of course the glorious lanes were calm friends of pedestrians like feelings being in motion with the limits of what secures attention. The disposition of my generation intercepted the activity of a deep violet scene, we had white wings and we danced like ink answering shyness, like an eye game played endlessly with selected aspects of generosity into the world.
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 labor 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.
Dans le Roman La Force de l´âge, Simone de Beauvoir fonde son ouvrage après son idiosyncrasie qui serve l´humanité dans leur marche splendide ou ses copains ont une souri qui chante tout une âme et les loisirs philosophiques comme choix psychologique mot par mot. Castor refuse les théories de Freud, elle s´engage dans son rêve, un peu crainte d´obtenir à partir de Zaza, leur amie d´enfance des belles histoires pour combattre un torrent énergétique qui sort du soi quelle représente. Toute la disposition de son génération est présente dans ce livre, Simone s´interroge et fait un bon travail, pleine de beauté inhérent à son gout pour les fondations d´une majestueuse existence, jour à jour, en ramenant son idéal de femme.
Eduardo Alexandre Pinto