The shining silence of human fate

An iron bird awakes to sing nearby its nest whose fragrance is sponsored by a colloquial moon. We could all be the movers and shakers of a good insight of beauty in the shining silence of human fate. To glue silence and to paste him into to the fading elements of discussion like birds, cats, pigeons, stars, plants, rocks, we all are beloved in the innate inner speech of the birth event which proceeds with ruins of a large sum of silenced fights. Motivation to this awake will take its steps in time, a certain refrain out of futility and inside the swimming thoughts which are electric sparks, jingling love signs to guaranty the future of our affect. We the triangle of ties and organized sleeping time as we date our fury all along beauty, to make it possible for time to be high above the indigo élan of days where the gestures are one possibility to be memorized into the look for love and only this energy is the royal moral of all existence. As certainty iron birds tend to coexist with the television skies in this digital age whose features are ferocious, denying to peasants to attend the soin.

People swallow shit

Heat waves are induced artificially into several countries world wide if someone profits from it and that is the case of Portugal with millions of rich tourists trowing money away while the bankers manipulate the media and people swallow shit. 



There is an endless story in the out space, the awake and the loss of it are inside our cosmic conscious when as humans we feel the cosmos as a natural wonder to feel with respect. Everyone is on the side of it what runs deep, up where the flashing blue light in the Lisbon skies around 1985, where I saw this light for 2 seconds when I was returning home from high school and the relation with the out space had a begin on my life. My view of the cosmos is vast, it crosses speculation, and I only talk and write what I´ve experienced posting the factual virtue following conquers in the relation to the unknown. That is the angelical upstart for any human creature that attends truth from the relation with the cosmos has in every one life. It can be a deep feeling coming from the character directed to the front sense of understanding the standing importance of knowing by advance that the mind can be surprised by the visit of every engine of doubt even if it is a blue flash coming from the unknown skies that we know as blue. The fractals combine a multitude of motions, colors call for pleasant amusement as work done, save from the raiders of something unusual and a fortune to hold around our personal story which is involved with the cosmos, it was left to dream about as it is said but it exists.

Heating what is never enough matters the silent hours in which human energy is devoted to think, the self analysis as good counselor in the interest of the human map in the front line of the first underlined echoes in each notes presented as an element of real compassion, moving in own tempo with the equilibrium that you and me can find in the tense logic of the cosmos.

The way to turn the deepness of every feeling inside the movement in far galaxies is related with energy that both generate; the possible interaction with both of the differences is not known but is not time to go to the cosmos to travel or to escape in order to continue the slavery in other sources of life, it should be a relation based on love, then diplomacy which is in pain from what is read, felt, thought, lived in the human conflicts that should take a long breath from the inside to lead the relation with the cosmos with equilibrium and it is one of the reasons of the message of the sempiternal Pansexuality. The living relation with the cosmos can be a good seed in the outcome of human emergent energy; it must point a sharpened taste for intelligence spoken with the heart, never as fiction but in real level of desire for the sempiternal stability of the Universe.

In times of immanent danger my mind alerts me and I see a dark bright blue in front of me and expanding to the areas where it may appear the threat.

I remember  it quiet clearly  abour this in elementary school when a colleague tried to hit me with a ball and immediately I have curved my body and was not injured.

  • In these times that we are living , the foundation of the autonomous ego is important but more important is  the union between those that we have chosen to be with us for a lifetime.
  • Intrigues exists everywhere.
  • For those who seek their way, I advice the teachings of  Bertrand Russel, Albert Schweitzer, John Nash, Wilhelm Reich and the contact with nature.
  • For those who have to deal with crowds: try to seat down and to stop in time while observing the muscle of the city mouvement.
  • Medical Orgone Theraphy is a way to reborn.
  • Choose natural medicine afterwards.
  • Develop the critical spirit and fron time to time, avoid going with the flow.
  • If you are a young man in love, take your suspicious in young women on idealisms either from left either from the right wing.
  • Drink from the best sources.

Eduardo Alexandre Pinto 

José Saramago e Lobo Antunes na realidade Portuguesa 

Em 1997 após uma incursão no coração da Galiza, fui à Feira do Livro em Lisboa.

Vi o Antunes e fui falar com ele. Este levantou-se e disse-me ferozmente: o que é que você quer? Parecia que me queria bater. Acalmei-o. Falei um pouco e fui embora.

Do outro lado da Feira estava o Saramago.

Olhei-o e perguntei se me podia sentar a seu lado. Ele acedeu. Estivemos uma hora em calma,  trocando palavras. Depois despedi-me e fui dar um passeio.

Lobo Antunes foi responsável pelo encarceramento psiquiátrico de milhares de pessoas em Portugal. A imprensa apaparica-o como o fez e faz a diletantes sem fibra moral. Até no Comité do Nobel isso aconteceu e acontece em alguns casos como com Egas Moniz.
Saramago era diferente e combativo.

Não sou de esquerda nem de direita. Mas sei o quanto vale a dignidade.