The hermit´s eye place stands with the scent of a regular motility even if the kick in the eye is made of stone, as this individual has a great passion for what it lasts on his mind like the prunes he collects from a selected dream where he finds its living. The pavement is making a don´t stop cycling engineering of polluting sweat on which the hermit has the necessary thought that no one could sleep with two virgins with an immaculate repose in a natural fresh place. It is possible for the chant of one man, to drive his breathe in the union from himself around the dance of gestures that flies with a human touch going aside in the gutter of minimalism acts where all can be good. The souvenir from the bad, being taken from the emotional rescue of the partners as respect for the species where the hermits eyes can endure the travels with the concrete assumption that things go well, if the grasp is under ourselves being seen in time and being able to think twice, then common speech would have the maturity of vocation. There are no untamed byes, the losses take one out and we have to find what we got as attention everywhere, where our street perused sweat hits the front of the faith in order to park our movements with the anxious relief of reaching a safe, true and pure magnificence.

We are all young at heart deep inside and we stand but what have they done with the effort to extend the rope in the times when a hero was needed? Why the little man stands on my way without telling me why does he act like a ferocious figure on his minimal knowing of what I stand as being young? For now, no promises and no demands because we are strong and searching from the inside and going ahead from anarchism with the ethic whistle of excitement in every level of winning more and more inner worlds around and inside this search.

The dreaming of lying upon a smooth morning operation where the roses appear red as the nursery kiss from the maiden Miss who pitches some truth from will, going well and standing in the front of no misery and carrying the union wall of this kind of entering with the eye and saving this morning for the town where the hermit had grew.

You can be lost at the local moll and no longer guarantee what came from the edge of living on the first ever feeling, a especially full closeness living in here with the scarlet idea born from a loyal love that has vestiges in this soul and the morning kiss was into her, a spontaneous offer that my eyes had settled to curl the paces into your ballroom dance on the Universal shaving of each langour and the calenture of the subsequent dream is a healthy naturalization to feel like the sun and the air. It can be our day over the muses and their subsequent seeking across the pearl dew drops on each duty. The act in a riding will as purpose to make from a stone a prosper way of praying since the body needs kindness in a free association of words in order to be close of a friendly enigma. We are on our own being when the inside spells a looking in the shining night vision where the eye in contact with wars has to escape from day light nightmares and the sleep

has not the quality of the hermit who has two virgins to repose with. He uses the leafs of oaks on the verge of a sweet ride because the rhythms waxes and wanes, going on the horizon of this decal with seasons and away from wars but still with the head on thinking of the wasted eyes so much of being always somewhere but always in the presence of beauty. Picking the flying seagulls in the way out where the hermit wishes to go on the end of a day gone by, had the safe face of a feminine seductive power, over the common man which cannot hide himself of catching fire from his dirt flying in another pornography place. So it does not concern much into the cosmic anniversaries with the powerful pneuma to think about it or to live as an hotbed of inspiration and then comes the kiss of fire with a fresh lucidity.

The feeding of a mortified culture in the passage from the last 3 decades of the 20th century and the first decade of the 21th century is an hysterical and irritating mimesis still accepted as a natural outcome of creativity where the difference is been told about sins; in the first, the last and sometimes always. Culture precipitates with irrational cannibalism phenomena and the primordial instinct becomes a vacancy of the nervous system which should be qualified as a noble care to handle like a baby. A mortified culture accepts to condemn a man whose wisdom is denied; he does like to be alive and he had faced death since he took his words to the laughing tale of the drank heart where truth stands like a winter´s heavy sweat and it is partially a deal with a scaring feeling that can take his distance from the world in order to be prepared for him in his secular conditions beside the killing jokes of the periods of the 2 referred centuries. The living games can be taken like a sick dream being weak to the transference on the free association of speeches where the inner voice acts like wanting nothing more than her. No need for a gospel refugee but a sacred kiss on the life of he and the virgins would not say yes, not even on a summer´s bungalow where the maestro rents his hands to the good sleep in every urban pollen where the love has to exist in touch with the reality of someone who dares to be on the underground of the lower activity of these crowd music that hurts even their memories. So it is up to the hermit to feed time with a kind of magic to care about you under a blue moon and in the faraway trenches where you and him can feel what is the highlight of full relaxation after a conceptual maiden was tuned to be a woman with the best world flag day, some candy peace around this blue flower.


In the nucleus of a thought, lives calling questions, expressions of the deep infancy in the eye contact with human organized ideas around sexuality. What we know is not seen, we are in a perpetual response and there is a combination of every commencement with the fundamental electric discharge after a conceptual irony of the resignation from natural sources. This features who seat, read and conclude into transgressions as one warm decoration in human´s basis to create life. These are willing notes with all senses becoming silence in the twilight worries which people burn in the adversity to know when we can declare in the time instinct transition into satisfaction.

The mighty nudity in our ego collides with the best life feelings as they come from the ancient days of living with a leader which is a wrong assumption cause each of us intimately dare to win in what we are, if by the time of growing cold, we are also trying to have a way to sway from dismay and insert in the atmosphere the scientific knowledge of an awareness built in tempest but the truth in real exception would grow warm and free, to join the living by the regular work inside the splendor of the naked.

What casts the smile within the character is surely the taking hold of the sane approach in the diversity born from bliss, a liquid solution kissing thought and death would not be caught in the golden years of dismantling all modern truisms, going to assume now that the breathing time in action from the speech of a proclaimed energy from brave thinkers which had never really accepted what was established but had worked hard to feed the human race with meanings into a begin when men and women are in.

Faith and will stay like ice along the frozen coasts where the melting tears of a certain mystical hand which shake ideas in people to go through time from backwards till those waxing voices arrive in the days with a better piece of knowing that stands still in this common tale, is the subtitle of love in the native language of irritation, former aggressions stay tuned to obey but insurrection from the composition of this summary, is the love dropping like a stone, it flows as the wind blows and the correction of all changes lives to be in the portrait of consciousness .

Conflicts presented as barricades from the acculturation, the character structures and sensibility, have the energy to establish the outcome of every patch in one or fifteen ways, playing so much of us and then show what we are in a factual truth, either in public differences or personal ones. The social consequence of what is bright is important in the intervention on these fights. Not to damage but ponctually enhance the liberation of the individual away from the multitude of the jazzy fads and have a intense look into the consensus of the crowd with blossom appetite for a economic light that paces the future.

The best view in thinking and sexuality versus the actuality of citizens has to equal a fed organic pillar as value to purify science in the wide love as outcome of life, lived universally and felt that way with noble devotion to a generous working body, contemporary of the radical mind which crosses all ends by opening a new energy in the human quintessence being thought and felt.


For this sweet sober eye

where you caress me so shy

I tend to form the lace

by glazed attention in space

and we are in solitude

so vigorous in the previous life of interlude

now by a spoken mirror of truth

I face moreover the distance inside you



You have lived in words to survey the cold

at my own vigilance, a strain that never gets old

your look for invisible petals, somewhere kindly proud my eyes caress this blazed cloud

for beauty is in your calm melancholy this treasure pastes on me

the visual sound in your sweet sense

bringing into the table, the hidden love from this fence


Come earlier for the afternoon in us we are in touch by blind possibilities the thought of this, we know, thus what it wonders in kind sensibilities

the whistle walked in, he passed in your window then over your lips, zooming in

coming out in release, pleasure to flow

and look all around for my classic favor into your swim


Some of the beds of spikes go closer

Into the soul and get her for cover

As when you awake, some of you keeps calling


It’s the body of a dream, astute to ring Your peaceful death, just when you thought In grace, by the Fall of what is caught

The triumph of a skinny migration and into her we hold Both of all have taken sediments into this gold


To endure a hiding fire from a lusty sky

And the biscuits circle for sonatas in your eye Does the body of a candy face runs deep Maybe the dressing cello of your lip Crucifies a sound and a speed

Your in my need

By the sacred integrity of a random bliss Ever more and so far here’s my kiss


Due to a little kiss as the first Where a tender thirst

Came to refrain an orchard The May scent and his archard

Have similar architecture to be explained In what you are involved and sustained The archery smells forever blow

Me and you make things in a tasty flow



The assembled heart carried in for secrets As reverenced them out of the counting years

Where the gospel rhythm influxes me into streets To the petal accent in the warmth tears

A perfumed life painted in eyes, so solemn

As the heat from a proper eloquence of the damned He sat still and quietly calm, meant

To inflict a new kind of kick when the band Walked by for the body of your nation

Secretes me tights of fluxes of an Indian tent station


Dear Sophie Seele, I hit my wonders taking the lure of the ocean to flow across that mirror of the deep blue sky, reaching some of the hidden treasures of the universal mind, which is for me all the people with a big injection of self doing it against the fascistic imperialistic capitalism on their tricky money living games, so the holocaust turns dark again with the mutual consent of body and soul of people who just let it go but not let themselves go in a sexual way, so the alienation and the popular histerism are coming from consumism which has no serious basis on the


dream department and so I and a few more wide world resist and fight back with solutions and facts that are not televisioned and in my case, a year of living in a anarchist commune made me aware that is possible if a deep trust goes further into a group with open discussions and pacts of non agression and self help, cooperation and will power, built with the inner work made together. This is nothing new, I spend some time, writing mostly in Portuguese things that the majority doesn’t know still, but is known by some of the libertarian world front or maybe not, so I took the step and I will go further on this, beside my poetic world, which is my space, free for that perfect kiss. Inside you and far where my shelter turn the night visions of my soul in your lines that no one erases from my fist and if I am away I also take leaflets of something gathered and up on our fate by so much outside world, when I took you, I have hold you to the surrealistic awareness of my sky, so you have meet my eyes down by the stone seat becoming our moon’s nest, now my attention paints what was a thought in a letter and the long words of pain can be tamed by this tumbledown so divine if it is not a social conflict for you, so that I can bang bang more and more and no one is stuttering around here, cause your face rises into this place and I make the talking for things that I turn into the waiting room of our awake by the call of the smile… When your feeling high listening to the Belly ‘Sweet Ride’ song, then you can think about the cracked years you had spent alone when you were in negation and one open hand to write your first innocence, maybe a forced fear, imposed or forgotten in time, since the blues came to spread the right need for freedom and so to all the people, the example of my liveliness among common people who don’t care if I live or die, but who want me to fly, cause my smile is made of laughing lines of the solitaire work where I count year after year, to make one day a pure and intense work with the other…

My eyes were along the morning sky as I was feeling something going on when I took myself into the sensitive conflict with a mighty inspiration that would come from the hope look and so I thought twice to give them to all that makes me feel so much sure of the things that makes me stronger, like to be not known in the streets, but at the same time to perform a wide open inspiration back to the last epic side of your happy place where there is a half man, half biscuit…

My thoughts appeal and shine as they pass over the pain and the best portrait of this idealistic/original poet, if you want to come inside of me more, Sophie, you should


listen his song, made of the most pure elements of an original life, hand in hand with the world’s health, always thinking, always worried, being a sacrificed man, honest one with a generous heart and nature as his mother. If you know how to read her, you can read him too…

Excerpt from one of my publications

Nelson´s heart was around the meanders of knowing about the best gain which could ship people´s replacement of what was lost across a lifetime; he attended with patience who he met with calm sympathy, then he walked around with an inclined head and hands crossed on the back of his spine, like the boy´s father used to act like at times of reflection. He thought for hours, thinking that thoughts would be his world and he would always be tuned to them. If one day the world would kick him, he would return home to rest in his mind while the body was sustained by spontaneous ways of dismantling the outcome of feeble external views with social anxiolytics like books, cinema, television, radio, computers and newspapers, so he thought. And to think was his best engine into adventure, in all winters and summers across the autumn and spring like a little petal in the trenches who never failed to make history with his farewell to the free born poets in the world because all of them were easy and free, like thirst for a souvenir sense of having always something to say, like heat coming from an unknown silence and the psyche would be a candy in the tongue of every little boy and girl in taste as they are warm in the bright real vigilance of turning around the adults stress by a voice of innocence in which Nelson was now in poetical passion.

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.


Je suis Eduardo Alexandre Pinto, j’ai eu mon diplôme en 1994 dans l’idiome anglais et le français comme traducteur assermenté.

Plus tard pendant 2009 et 2014, j’ai écrit 16 livres qui sont protégées par les lois internationales de la propriété intellectuelle (droits d’auteur).

A Lisbonne, j’ai aidé des centaines de personnes qui voulaient se rendre à l’étranger avec une signature certifiée au fil des traductions qui j’avais effectués.

Je suis qualifiée en médecine, du droit, de la chimie, de l’ingénierie, ainsi que sur la littérature, la poésie, les sciences sociales.


Eduardo Alexandre Pinto