Values - by Caio Fernandes 2009

acrylic on canvas by Caio Fernandes- 2009

Stellet Licht - Hyde Park , London , - by Caio Fernandes , winter , 2007

i know !!! i stoled the title fron my favorite movie ever .... so what !!

if you didn't watch it .

please . do it this weekend !!!

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the coincidence is that these photos are fron the

same year of the movie .

but this is the only thing in comon .

acrylic on canvas by Caio Fernandes 2000

by Caio Fernandes 2009

I DECLARE : Caio is el Grand Dictator von Mein Welt

all great dictator must to have a charismatic smile ( YES ) , a great mustache ( YES) , and a great speech : so here comes mine :

i have sung this RAMONES song sinse i was 9 - 10 years old . couldn't be more perfect for this post :

TODAY YOUR LOVE , TOMORROW THE WORLD

I'am a shock tropper in a stupor

Yes Iam .

I' am a Nazi schatze

Y' know I fight for Fatherland .

I'am a Nazi , baby , I' am a Nazi

Yes I am .
I'am a Nazi schatze

Y' know I fight for Vaterland

Little German boy

Being pushed around

Little German boy In a German yown .

EIN . ZWEI . DREI . VIER !!!!!!!!

Today your love

tomorrow the world

Today your love

tomorrow the world

Today your love

tomorrow the world .................!!!!!

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VIVA LA REVOLUCION DE MIERDA !!!!!
every one is a dictator when the door of the bedroom closes .

acrylic on canvas by Caio Fernandes 1999

submerse life - pocket death - by Caio Fernandes 2009

i know that many of you have good heart and as i do , cares about the animal rights ...
this little fellow wasn't killed for the production of these pictures .
please . don't send me emails as the last time i posted a dead fish .
i apreciate your concernments and i would have a similar reaction .
Neons ( this especime ) live in Nature around 3 , 4 years old . this one lived in my amazon-biotype aquarium for 5 , almost 6 years . very well and happy .
even so i am against to buy and keep this specime in tanks .
they don't reproduce in artificial enviroment , just in Nature where they are fron ( Black River area , Amazonia - Rio Negro - Brazil ) .
every month milions are exported to Europe and North America . they say it has control , but the documents are fake . i know my country , trust me .
in few time this specime will be extinct if it keep happening . this specime is "food " for many others and the ecologic chain will be in serious trouble . not forgeting that these little fragil ones suffer a lot till arrive in peoples house . the ones that arrive alive , sure .
please don't buy this fishes and don't buy anything in pet-shops or aquarium-stores that sell then .
mine ones were a "gift" fron another aquarist the gave up of the hobbie and didn't know what to do with then .





oh ... and these photos don't say nothing about this . i just felt like to talk about my live . you know . because i am too selfish and self-centered .

thanks !!

Submerse Life - Pocket Death/ Linda is a Slut - by Caio Fernandes - 2009

Linda isn't the real name . i always protect who i love .

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fish scales ; seems to be fragil but are there for thousands of years .

she opened fissures among colorful reflections over her silence .

she did .

and was beautiful ...

fron here , far way i saw ribs shining .

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she walking down the street

hands in pockets

curved

she opened fissures among colorful reflections

i saw ribs shining

i felt a vacuum of logic between it but fulfilled with white light around .

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but someone saw fear

.......someone felt fear

and called her slut .

and everybody called her slut .

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wouldn't be fair even if it was true

so let's go !!

everybody repeat this till start to make sense and be true !!!!

camon !!! everybody :

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LIN . DA . IS . A . SLUT

LIN . DA . IS . A . SLUT

LIN . DA . IS . A . SLUT

LIN . DA . IS . A . SLUT

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submerse life - pocket death , Linda .

"do not judge for to do not be judged - Jesus ..." yes , nobody reads this part of the Bible ( my favorite one ) .

Welcome Linda !! this is Mein Welt . nobody will judge you here .

acrylic on canvas by Caio Fernandes 2002

by Caio Fernandes 2009

LUNA !!! THANK YOU DEAR !!

Today i am going to tell you about this girl with a mysterious name :

Ladys and Gentlemans - MOMO LUNA !!

ok , i know that most part of you know her alread ... but so what !!??
i love her paintings always powerful , raw , sensual , with lots of references and involving colors .
not just that , she has a wonderful taste for music and is a real sweetheart !!

hope you all can apreciate her blog as i do .
thank you Luna !!!
www.momolunasignals.blogspot.com

self-portrait on canvas . by Caio Fernandes 2009

acrylic on canvas by Caio Fernandes - 2001

acrylic on canvas 2009 - by Caio Fernandes

2009 - by Caio Fernandes

acrylic on canvas by Caio Fernandes - 2000

2009 - by Caio Fernandes

brand new , painted this moring . still warm , just came out fron the oven .

i painted listening all my Guided by Voices 's albums and singing as loud as possible embarrasing myself in front of the neighbors and everyone on the street .

God !! this is good !!

i found this picture among my box of trash stuff i don't put on the garbage . and decided to paint .

simple like that .

hope you enjoy .

wooden logic - by Caio Fernandes 2009

acrylic on canvas by Caio Fernandes - 2000

one day i am going to belong to something good , you will see - by Caio Fernandes - 2009

curving my spine into sterile steps
the arms of the stagnant air taste like sweaty wood

yesterday the white light raised me tall
i can't hold it . don't know why or how

moviments of my sholders opening passages among molecules of dead dreams
the white ballet licking silences
the white-grey ballet spining solitude inside my throat

there is no space in my life
i had to close doors behind me , but nothing got opened in front of ...
i had to close all the doors of rejection and hate and it will not get opened again

now you comb the curly points of your bright hair
siting gold over the dusty corners of my lips . beyond my fingers . beyond my chest
you forced me to say to a friend :
" one day i am going to belong to something good , you will see "

i don't know what to do , keep streching out the neck to the ignorance
burning embers covered by ashes is the only feeling i have now
i am blind and just have a blind faith

acrylic on canvas - 2002 - by Caio Fernandes

2009- by Caio Fernandes

2000 - by Caio Fernandes

2009 - by Caio Fernandes

out of the world , into the Word - by Caio Fernandes - 2009

2002 - by Caio Fernandes

2009 - by Caio Fernandes

wild duck - 2009 - by Caio Fernandes

2009 - by Caio Fernandes .

Lucas - 15 - 1;7 -- for Linda and all of us .

JESUS RECEBE OS PECADORES
15 - Aproximavam-se da Jesus todos os publicanos e pecadores para o ouvir .
E murmuravan os fariseus e os escribas , dizendo: este recebe os farizeus e come com eles .

APARABOLA DA OVELHA PERDIDA
Entao , lhes propos Jesus esta parabola :
Qual , dentre vos , e homen que possuindo 100 ovelhas e perdendo uma delas , nao deixa no deserto as 99 e vai buscar a que se perdeu , ate encontra-la ?
Achando -a , poe-na sobre os ombros , cheia de jubilo .
E indo para casa , reune os amigos e os visinhos , dizendo-lhes : Alegrai-vos comigo , porque ja achei minha ovelha perdida .
Digo-vos que , assim , havera maior jubilo no Ceu por um pecador que se arrepende do que por 99 justos que nao necessitam de arrependimento .

2009 - by Caio Fernandes

das haus - 2007- by Caio Fernandes

in front my amazon-biotype aquarium .

DEUTSCHER SCHAFERHUND - 2009 - by Caio Fernandes

HOPKINS IST MEIN FREUND

new girls for the garden .

spring is coming ...
doesn't matter where you are , remember , there is always a spring season in some part of the world .
now it is my turn baby !!!

Orquidea , this one looks like female's flesh . ok , i am going to treat her better .

but i think she likes this way .

night dew girl - 2009 - by Caio Fernandes -

2000 - by Caio Fernandes

2009 - by Caio Fernandes

2000 - by Caio Fernandes

8 years old Caio at the montain .

i just found those pictures fron that time .

the 2 first ones : me !!! one on a fat Campolina . the other , pretending i wasn't a trouble maker .

the 3rd one , a monkey waiting for the right moment for to "taste" our breakfeast .
it was taken i February , rare . we used to go there at the winter , July ...
but that hollidays we went to Rio de Janeiro 's north shore . there we got a tropical disease , the doctor said that better than to take medicine , we should go to a very high place . well.... we got the perfect adress . so the tanned family breathed the pure air again .

Giny , Araucaria , and the Montain .

The dogs and cats are with my mother . It is friday night and has been some thing around 7 hours that i left home , feeling so free and light alread ; just me and my faithful backpack that has followed me for so many years around the world . I had no machines , just a jack-knife a longer knife almost the size of a sword and cloths , a bag of soy pizza flavor and a gallon of water .
I was climbing the montain at dark , there under the trees has absolut no light , the forest is too closed and intence , i am just able to walk because it is a litle path i know sinse i was a litle boy . it was some thing like 12 degrees in Sao Paulo , on the montain was below zero . I love this temperature ! After hours i arrived at the litle shack and open its door , and light a fire . Home .
i see that it is cleaner than i imagined , i prefer to believe that a very romantic couple found this place months ago . everything is on its right place . as it has been for the last 30 years .
My family at the winter hollidays used to come to a house near this place , at this same montain . While they liked to go to the town to shopping and eat at the restaurants , i liked to stay alone , playing among the trees of the forest . But who showed me this hiden shack was a gay couple that had a house near here too , they didn't build it but used to come here before of to buy their house . These two mans was very polite with me and filled my mind with fantastic storys of their jouney around the world . i dont remember their names , sad . But the day i saw this litle house for the first time i told it would be my general headquarter , they said it is ok for then .
The shack was so perfect ! Alvenary with details in wood . Smal , just a bedroon and a tiny kitchen with a english wood oven made of iron fron the 19th centure . At the bedroom there was a couple bed . Nobody knows who constructed it , or why . but it is there , opened for every one . today it is exactly the same way , but i hanged a Jesus picture on the wall 17 years ago and wrote under it :" this house is opened for you , be welcome " .
I was feeling a green light of glory around my exausted body when i went to bed . Listening the loud sinfony of the forest . Here never had silence , all the animals that you never saw and will never see make the most weird sounds after sunset . Sometimes you are sure that spirits of evil women are calling your name . Sometimes you have the feeling that some kind of unknow being are walking around the walls of the house , smeling you and cursing your blood . Don't worry , those are just some sounds of the tropical jungle at night . I slept and dreamed with colorfull shines that got into my bed and danced all over my skin . Puting me on the roof where i could see stars singing futures and dimentions .
Morning . Misty montain calling me , holding my hand while i re-discovered every single specime of plant , while the squirrels climbeb the trees for to get the tiny red coconuts , same size of a cherry . And the monkeys gave the first screems . By the colour of the air and position of the few sun i can see among the leafs it is 5 o'clock . I go to the creek near here and took some water . Freezing . The cold air on my face and hands make me feel alive and brand new . The smell of the fog over the plants get into the skin feeding my breath ....
I do nothing , just try to walk , for who doesn't know this kind of wood , the plants here do not allow you to get into the forest and go further . It is too dense for human body and the chances of be found by a snake or spider is strong . But with this weather the snakes must to be far way . Looking for the sunshines . I try to find the monkeys . I know they are the size of a lhasa apso , but it is too rare to see then . They are over me , i listen then , see the branchs moving , but all the plants hide then fron my sight . They are making a huge noise now , they always did . And it is going to be for the whole day . They argue and fight all the time . It is a hel , but what can i do ? this is their territory , they have had this behaviour for thousands of years . I pretend don't care .
After a couple of hours i decided to climb down the montain i litle bit and go to visit "the farm" . the old path was totaly invaded by the plants . But the trees and rocks are the same , theres no way i get lost , it seens that i was there one week before . Started to collect on the way petals , herbs and leafs for prepare tea , and pinhao for eat . Pinhao is a kind of a nut fron a very particular kind of pine that just exist on this part of the world named Araucaria . There are other kinds of Araucaria here that we don't eat the pinhao . But this kind of nut can't be eaten raw , must to be coocked before . I got kilos of it and put into my backpack . the sound of the blue birds and the cicadas around invited me to get further and i forgot the monkeys noise fastly .
The Farm : " Giny" , i am not sure , was a friend of a friend of my parents . One day i went there , at her farm for a dinner , i was 3 or 4 years old , and i remember . I am just sure that the first time i went alone into the wood was for to try to find her .
She breeds horses , arabian and english pure bloods for hipism ( i don't know the name of this sport in english when the horses have to jump obstacles ) . I came to see the horses and even more for to see her : Giny is how i wrote her name sinse i was a kid . One of the first words i learned to write . But i don't know if the right way to write her name is Jeannie or Jenny ...and i have no idea of her last name . Is Giny for me , for ever . I like to see is her colection of pines . she have pines fron all over the world , lots of specimes , fron the most comuns to the most exotics . and for to arrive to her house i have to pass through these pines . their view and smell are like a gate for me ; this "pine wood" divides the world behind fron Giny's lands .
The farm is old , the stable are empty , i saw just 3 old horses far way . After 15 minutes walking i am able to see the house . The house must to be painted . Giny must to be with 80 years old now or more .
She was beautiful , the kind of woman that is the every man's dream . Tall , blonde , thin , large breasts , huge legs , a face that makes you forget all the words ... you know what i am talking about . She never got married , i don't know her story , she never got friends too . But by all i saw of her very very strong personality , i prefer to think it was an option .
My first memory that comes to mind when i think of her , was when i was 7 years old . I had spent all the mornig far fron my parents losing myself into the forest . So i decided to visit Giny , she liked me and was the only one that talked with me as i was a man and not a kid .
When i got there all the employees where hiding thenselfs and the horses screaming loud in panic . I was able to , behind the trees and bushs get closed of the house and see what was happening , there was a onça on the roof of the house ( onça here is the same than a cougar or puma ) . I was near it , behind a tree facing in silence the onça and it muscles . She was nervous , showing the fangs , loud angry noises with no name . Sundely i listen a car engine , and that silver Mercedes Bens stops in front of the house . Giny alone comes out of it . Magnificent , long black leather boots till the knees , black pants , a white t-shirt , her big breasts with no bra ...long blond hair , sun glasses . She stop few metros fron the onça . Takes out the classes . Looks at me ( she was the only human that saw me there , all the employes were hiden far far way fron there ) . she extends her left hand in my direction calling me with a smile . I runned fast to her arms . and hugged her thighs staring the animal . she faces it and say : " You can go now , go to your family " . The onça went to the ground in silence , calm , slowly , jumped in direction of the forest and went away .
I hoged Ginys thighs hard , my lips touched her belly under the t-shirt , i kissed her warm golden skin and looked up to those big breasts in white cotton canvases , her face shined . For seconds i felt her as a man must to feel a woman . She smiled to me passing the left hand on my hair and the right one on my back . Then the employes came runing making noises and eager to tell their impressions and versions of the fact . I hated then , and sinse then i decided that i would never hire people for to work for me ...... she has 60 years old or someting more at this time . But for a 7 years old kid , 60 and 30 makes no diference . It is all adult . Even so , she was reacheble , she was mine for those secounds .
At the same hollidays , but other day , i was observing the horses ,while she prepared her favorite one and one of the arabians for me . I thought i would ride the short arabian one , as i was used to ride brazilian breeds as Manga Larga and Campolina , horses the same size of the arabians . but she told me to go to the english one . i got scared and exited : " Wow , really ?!! He is so tall and fast ?!! " , .... she looked at me serious :" You must to . You have total control of the german shepards of your house , you control the people that works to your father and mother , control of the cats ... you are gentle and good , even so make then obey your orders . If you dominate this horse today , nobody in your life will never be able to tell you what to do ."
This was the way her mind worked . I didn't know that the horse was a sweet one , so i decided to "climb " him , and spent all that afternoon riding him over the clifs and among the pines feeling as i was the most powerfull and free man on world .
So this saturday now i got into the house . Called her name , she came fron the attic , loked at me and gave that perfect smile . She recognized me at first glance . huged me making me feel confortable . She is shorter than i am now . And the last years aren't being kind with her . Last time we met was few years ago .
On the table i put the pinhoes , asked her for to cook then . It would be ready in 1 day . Not for lunch . She was preparing lunch alred , the kitchen had a sutil aroma of food . We talked about the farm , then she told me about the newest object , a computer . Till begining of 90's the house didn't even have eletric energy , telephone or gas , she dispited modern things but cars , and still does , but because of the age , she decided to have some of then . She fired all the employes , sold horses and just kept 3 very old females with her . She says are easy to take care . I told her i had a blog , and showed it . She din't know i was a painter !! I din't know i have never told about it . What makes me feel good . In front of her i was just myself , anything else . She saw the blog and laughed .
The meal was just integral rise , coocked vegetables and honey-mostard . She isn't vegan like me , but eats few meet , as always did . The only meat i saw on her table all those years was the bunnys she used to breed . Once she killed a white one of then in front of me , i was 6 years old or less . She was very gentle , respectfull , kissed the poor animal and killed him with just one moviment , no pain , no fear . But even so i don't like to remember that .
After lunch we laid on the lawn with the view to the vale as we used to do sinse the first times i started to visit her . There are no flowers on the sides anymore . Used to have red flowers dividing the lawn to the forest . At afternoon , litle foxes used to put their head among the flowers for to observe us . chating chating chating .........we love to do this , we chat about nothing , Giny doesn't talk with anybody , she doesn't like anyone , just me . it makes me feel important and previleged .
The view of the vale is splendid , but i know that when Giny dies , the farm that is huge , will be sold by the family to companys that are going to construct condonms , golf fields .... streets ...hell , just the hell .
After sunset i went back to the forest and to the shack . There , i slept fast . Next day i spent all the time drinking tea of petals herbs and leafs i found , praying for God , Jesus , walking around the area , geting courage to wash myself with the freezing water of the creek .... at the afternoon i started to fix the old doors and windows of the "home" . Nothing complicated , this shack is really a blessed place , never needs to rebuilding nothing , nobody takes care of it , anyone comes here to maintain , and it never gets old . a mistery , a miracle .
At night i started to throw up . It is great . when i was a kid and came with my family , for the first 2 days i felt normal , but at tird and forth days i got on bed , just throwing up... it was the organism expeling the Sao Paulo's poluition . At 5th day i was brand new again . Ready for more adventures . It hapens with less intencity now , but still does . What is very very good .
Monday , today , i went back to the farm , Giny had prepared pinhao , we ate and laughed , then walked among the pine colection . She gave me a car ride to the town , i took the bus . Giny dont have photografs of her face , didn't have kids , didn't painted nothing , never wrote a poem , never composed a song , never built a house ....nothing never , when she dies her existence will just vanish fron the world . i like to imagine this . It is pure freedon . Courage . She is a pure spirit .
Ciau Giny , Ciau Misty Montain ... hope to see you both before the orks find you with their progress .
3 hours later arrived in Sao Paulo City , took the subway , crossed the avenues ... back to this house , hugged the dogs and cats , we rolled on the floor and jumped over the furnitures .
New life . Let's start now .

what i've done in 2009 - by Caio Fernandes

What i've done ....
i spent this night awaken , kind of lost , i hanged all my works on the wall , all paintings i have made so far in 2009 . Sit among then , just looking and trying to understand . Here i am posting kind of in the order they were made . i started to paint in March this year , or end of Februery , i am not sure , it was when the rebuilding of the house got finished . you know ... i am not happy with my production . it is going to nowhere . Yes , i am lost here .
Lost about everything .
yesterday i brock up with a perfect woman . perfect . mature , beautiful , smart , sensitive , sexy ... she loved me , and i hurted her . Why ? because my life is such a mess , and i am a such damaged man , that break up with and don't bring her to this " mental , emotional hurricane" that is my life is the biggest gesture of love i could show to her .
Yesterday i had the ultimate fight with my family too , but i know it is just an ilusion , more fights will come with then .....
I quit my job for ever . there is no way to come back . and i have no money for the next months .
Days ago , i had a ugly argue with the only friend in my life these last years . she was the only one that standed by me after all what happened years ago .
It is incredible , this year my life is finaly re-starting , and again i destroy every thing .
YES , i can say i am lost . i can say i am damaged , i can pray for God to fix me .
and these paintings , doesn't matter if they are good or not , just show that i have no idea of what i am doing with myself .
hope you enjoy . this is the best i can offer so far .

2000- by Caio Fernandes

MAREN ..... ich danke dir sehr fur.....

Thank you Maren for all the wonderful influence you have made me feel .

for all the new universes of beauty opened in my life .

and flowers , sure .

http://www.marenshus.blogspot.com/

this photografy was taken by MAREN . i just added the Jesus image on it , she knows why .

check her blog .

extinct kinds of molecules want a new life .

my left hand over my left thigh . my right hand searching internal shines that scape to the air .
than my right fingers passing through my left fingers . cells of stars fall fron all over .
it is embarrassing to have the dna of light and don't see it .

- what you're looking for is inside of you
- i always knew that , but i don't find a way .

she prepared the tea and served me in a very ornamented cup , delicated porcelain . blue and pink drawings . details of gold . hot hot hot, smelled like flowers ..... aroma of windows . wide opened ones . increasing beautys inside me . but i got empty . i couldn't touch that . as the space inside my chest was infinite comparing with everything around .

what is a man suposed to do when its own nature , the best nature , is out of reach ? how can i bring this up and live with .....?

God God God !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
God God God......................

extinct specimes of molecules left crystal impressions on ancient memories that i don't know how i am carring .
but they are here inside , are part of me . they are older than me . i don't know what to do with this .
a bless
a puzzle

2002- Caio Fernandes

tracking

tracking breaths of lost distances
the world curves its own sizes as a ring- toy on my fingers
i didn't have flashs of lights in an obvious lead , so choose to acept forgoten paths as they were new songs . and my cheast found life in a green pond inside .

my bloodhound instinct smells my own feelings at the other side of the world , used by fragil sincere hands .
you know what ? all my intutions fail . i don't know what to feel anymore . just keep going , traking , traking , traking ......
i am here , the universe all around , and just that .
no especific references , i follow the void .
the only way to find myself or something else is geting lost . again . traking feelings , as they were new songs .

2002- by Caio Fernandes

2001- by Caio Fernandes

Maria-sem-vergonha ( shameless Mary )

on my backyward , with dogs , cats and a lazy man taking care of it ( me myself and i ) , just a very strong and resistent plant can survive .
this is Maria-sem-vergonha or translating : shameless Mary . this name is because this plant flower has no shame , she is able to survive in very hard conditions . the fact they are in my life is the ultimate prove of this . the dogs don't give a rest to then .
in every moments of my life here in Sao Paulo there was a Maria-sem-vergonha near . it is very hard to do not develop a special feeling for this very special and sweet companion . she never stops to smile , even on winter or fall .

2001- by Caio Fernandes

1999- by Caio Fernandes

pterophilum scalare : my private colection .

those are the survives of a colection of scalares that i don't intend to procriate any more , just have then as pets . they live for someting around 7 years in an aquariun , 2 years more then their relatives of the amazone rivers .
these are exclusive for aquariuns , don't exist in the nature . it seens that german cientists , at the beguinig of the 20 centure , took some specimes fron amazon and in germany started to breed diferent blood lines with new colours and body shapes . then they got very popular all around the world .
here we call then Acara Bandeira , similar the name the indian tribes of the Amazon's Black River's area call it . i know that in USA they call it Angel Fish .
i used to procriate then , it was a wonderful hobbie , when they form a couple , it is for the rest of their lifes , very rare one individuous acept other partner .
i like then because every one has a completely diferent personality of the other . how come ? they almost don't have a brain , but their memories are great . there are those ones that like me and come to eat on my hand and wagg the tail as a dog when i am geting close . others like me but are shy , 2 of then hate me , if possible , bite me . there are the social ones , friends of all the other fishies of the aquariun , and those ones that fight and kill when it is possible .
mines have 5 years old already , and one couple stil reproduce and put 60 eggys every 15 days , i don't take care of the eggys any more , i give for a guy that breed this especime too .
take picture of tank fish in general is kind of tricky , the method that works one day , fail the next day .i think that today had external light interfering betweem the camera and the glass of the aquariun .
but don't worry , their water is crystal clean .

selfportraits with Saskia at the other side - 2005 - by Caio Fernandes

Maren's scent : Loving Green's dimension smells like NordenVind

For 2 weeks i have thought to post those pictures , but with a text together . i stil have no idea of what to write .
Sinse i visited her blog for the first time i got involved by her life that seens very simple but has hiden corners , fissures leading you to a magic breath . the time passed and i was introduced to those photographys between teas , petals and touchs of cats .
It made me remember of 2 paintings i made after Saskia passed away . I was searching things that at the time i believed was impossible to find in my life . i had no model for to paint my feelings or dreans . Then Maren comes fron this fog of my hopes and visions , extends her bright hand and introduces me to this very particular beauty .
I looked for it , went to so many places of the this planet . But nothing was unveiled , i feel i was always at the wrong place at the wrong time . I don't know what is harder : to never find and believe that it doesn't exist ; or after all your hope is gone and you are exausted , to see that it is possible but you have failed and the gates didn't want to open for you when you was there .
Other sensation i had made me remember the King Kong movie ( that i don't like and never had patience to watch till the end ) . I felt like a primitive half wild cat - half man in a forgotten place , face to face with a delicate beauty fron a distant world . It is very disturbing for me .
These last days i have bilt a tiny cathedral made of crystal . I am going to put Maren , her garden with all the flowers , her cats , her lake , all her green love on the palm of my hand and raise the cathedral 's walls all around it . She will be protected for ever and allow me to do not let this dream to scape again . At dawn i will lift up the Mare's world over the clouds and it will shine as a day's star . At night , when starts to get cold i will give a last glance under the moon light , pic it up , bring to my shelter , watch her singing the last song before she goes to bed , and keep the cathedral , this " Loving Green World " into my jacket's pocket . Keeping warm and safe , repeating this ritual every day , for ever and ever .
So see her blogs before i reach , capture her " High Elves " female scent and hide fron the rest of the civilization deep into my montain's rainforest . AMEN .
http://www.nordenvind.blogspot.com/
http://www.marenshus.blogspot.com/

search and destroy - a drawing performance - 2009 - by Caio Fernandes .

Loolly - 2004- 2009 . beloved mother of more than 200 albine babys .

full of grace , she had 5 husbands and more than 200 babys .Lolly was an albine corydora , responsable for keep her home always clean .
she died with 5 years old , happy and swiming as she liked : looping around the plants .


oh , and for who wants to know what happened with the rolinha .... her first son died , but she had another one , and he is fine , but i won't try to take pictures of him for do not disturb the harmony of the nest .
she stil eat my 8 grains bread . but sometimes i think that she doesn't like it , just eat for do not offend me . rolinhas are always very polite friends .

2002 - by Caio Fernandes

2006 - by Caio fernandes

2003- by Caio Fernandes

2009- by Caio Fernandes

blind love - 2009 - by Caio Fernandes

Her face reflecting the colors on the feathers of the swans , that reflects the water , that reflects the sky at almost sunset .
so you just need to look to her face for to see the swans , the water , the sky and Her feelings .
and mine ...

INKY . a poet with a huge talent to get me naked .

i have folowed her blogs , and sinse i met this inspiring woman , i was a fan of her .
go to see " ink's part of the rock " too !!! her other blog .

she has this lovely blog about her poems . and some times she writes things that shudders me .
her name is Beverley , but i call her Inky .
i think she has a camera inside me . i am going to check .
http://www.inkyspoems.blogspot.com/
hope you enjoy .

thank you Inky .

2001 -by Caio Fernandes

2002 - by Caio Fernandes

apple time !! - by Caio Fernandes

building shadows over the sea - by Caio Fernandes -1999

in july of 1999 i was in Santos , a tonw in Sao Paulo's' state's' south shore organizing my works for a huge coletive exhibition of new artists . one mornig while i walked on the rocks between bildings and sea of Sao Vicente , a little tonw next Santos , i got realized of the shadows of the bildings over the sea . the genious imobiliary industry had the briliant idea of to construct few metros fron the sea . i am not saying fron the beach , they put the buildings on the rocks , and when the tide is high , the waves hit the walls of it . i don't know how is more son of bitch , the constructors , or the people that buy apartaments there . well , back to the painting ....when i saw those shadows i felt like to paint this . so i went to Sao Paulo city , took my camera .went back to Sao Vicente waiting for the next morning for take the photographys , and paint this later in Sao Paulo using the photos as models .but for the next 15 days the rain didn't stop and i got there , siting and quiet .at 16th day i woke up at 6: 00 , opened the window and .... ta da !!!! the sun , i took the pictures , 7:20 i finished and came back to home .
i had the idea to make paintings more like ... geometric abstract , but after to revel the photos , i didn't resist , i had to paint what my eyes was seeing .all the diferences of light being reflected by the waves . that is the reason this works have a soft impressionist air ..... the sea in the south of South America is of a deep green , but this day the water was reflecting the blue sky
those works didn't go to the Santos exhibition, there i showed the works i had at the moment , a mix of nanquin with computer efects , nothing like photoshop or those things . i can't explain , one they i will post some of then . but the sea works were exhibited at the same year in a French institution here in Sao Paulo .i forgot the name , is Cultura Francesa or something .i made 11 works , just 2 i was able to sell . those i kept into a closet and sinse then this is the first time they are facing the light of the day . 10 years after .
hope you enjoy .

sheltered heart , i am the re-incarnation . 2009 - by Caio Fernandes

it is always hard to take a picture of a large painting . this one is almost my size , and on the wall gets even bigger . so on the blog , you will see just a image . but when you are in front of it . the painting has a impact that really dominates your senses . thank You God it is a very strong one . i prayed so much this year for to make a work that had some real importance for me , i was believing that all i did was mediocre and a waist of time . but Jesus gave me this one and the thoughts of give up was expelled fron my life . painted in front of a mirror in a grey day.

details of " sheltered heart , i am the re- incarnation .- 2009 - by Caio Fernandes .

ThAnk you NIKKI !!!!! You allow me to get calm and confitent . you are the real sweetheart .

i think i have heard this joke somewhere -- by Caio fernandes - 2009 - inspired by painting sheltered heart , i am the re incarnation

poem inspired by the painting " sheltered heart , iam the re-incarnation" , by Caio Fernandes .


i got skins of white petals drowning memories of ancient breaths......i got the wide cold sky into a glass of water .
the simple " just because " fron the Heaven and i got sheltered .
i got i got i got .i got nothing on Earth , honney .

there was a tiny effort of the brize to move the leafs fron the forgotten ground .
the floor is so abstract . smels like a abyss for my neck .
i shouldn't be on this planet . when i die just write " E.T phone home or "leave me alone " on my gravestone .
( i think i have heard this joke alread somewhere )

as while the air reflects the sun light and the space between our smiles echo all the distant galaxies ... ..... it is so easy to love her , and her , and her , and her.... it is so easy to leave all then ...... and stay quiet , staring the void being filled with concret dust and the touchs of the cats .
( i think i have heard this joke alread somewhere )
and how many times will i have to hear again ? and how many times will i have to wonder the bless of the life , incarnate a new body , experiment , experiment , till find my lovely home sweet home . that i know since my first incarnation that isn't on Earth .
.... to give up of the first person of the singular ...
.... to give up of all the persons of all the times .....

i got skins of white petals drowning memories of ancient breaths . but not enough .and the steam of running thoughts dives into the " once upon a time : the silence " .
it is so easy to love ( intence ) her for the whole eternity , and then leave her for ever ..... and all hers of my life .
be a man , shelter your heart and reliase your dick .
( i think i have heard this joke before somewhere )
i know where i heard this joke ! the destiny told me this joke . all the useless time .and the stupidy here laughs . it 's not funny . what a horrible joke . i hate jokes and i hate to play .
i am going to sit here . and exist . just exist till the end . till all the veins get melted , till the nerves get eaten by the atmosphere . till all the voices of the world shut up into their onw riots . until i give up of the first person of the singular . all the idea of "I" , isn't me , isn't mine .
Jesus , i trust you to be my intermediary for be able to talk to THE FATHER .
all the real beault and truth of this planet doesn't come fron this planet .
all the real beault and truth of this dimension doesn't come fron this dimension .
not even the rare lapses of purity that some hearts have once in life ...... every single criature is just a link for unreachble distances .... i don't understand why .. why all this work .
( and a supernova sings uder my tongue )

thank You Sir
the simple " just because " fron the Heaven and i got sheltered . it is all i need to hear .

2009 - made by Caio Fernandes

never a wrong season for life .

it is winter here in Sao Paulo . and this sweet bird , that we call "rolinha" , made her nest and put an eggy , all in my backward . she is so lovely , i can handle and feed her , she don't mind , and like to eat my 8 grains bread . rolinhas are the big victim in nature , they aren't very smart , all the other animals hunt then all the time , i don't even know how come they aren't extint . every thing about this naive bird is a miracle .
for protect her fron my cats , i put the dogs food around the tree . there is a perfect harmony between dogs and cats here in my house , but if a cat get close of the dogs food , a war startes . so now the bird is protected . and this very special baby bird will grow up safe .

sisters - 2004 - by caio fernandes

THOSE PHOTOGRAPHYS ARE INSPIRED by SUSAN'S BLOGS

http://www.artsparktheatre.blogspot.com/
http://www.tinytheatre.blogspot.com/
thank you Susan .

the end of the Festival of photography .

hi !!! thank you all for your patience this week . but i really didn't want to see paintings or drawings . at least not mine . so let's call this " the festival of Caio's photographys " .
today as celebration of this , i will post this serie i made last monday . it was a 1 hour job with fun .

no . i am not catholic . when i moved to this home it had a catholic altar at the stairs . i didn't care . but last year when the house was rebilt , it was decided to take the altar of . i kept some religious images because they came fron Italy , and i like to colect tinny images of humans .
when i was resting , enjoying F.R.I.E.N.D.S episodes , i , don't know why , felt like to see the images and take pictures of it . i don't understand about catholic images but i believe it is sant John
and some priest with a baby that must to be Jesus .
i didn't mean to make it look like religious pics , was hard . it was suposed to be funny , but the temptantion of construct iconographic images is strong .
so be very welcome to my tinny mini weeny petit klein , minuscula chapel . a tinny chapel of tinny prayers .

skin as a link to the soul . or skin as a conducting of energy . or skin as pure energy .... by Caio fernandes - 1996 or 7

this week , i am tired of my paintings , don't even want to see then . so i decieded to post some works of photografy , hope you don't mind .
the post of today , is fron 1996 or 97 . i took pictures of my face with the lens touching it , and against the light . when i saw then done , i had this weird lights , but put some togheter , made big , obeying the formulas of contemporary art of the 90's , and sent it as a project to an exhibition . it was acepted and won a award , the first one of my life .
the Curator of it ( there always a "genious " for be called curator ) , asked me about the text for the catalog and for to write on the wall of the exhibition . i said there was no text , this work dind't means nothing , is just a good way to start to have a name, or some stuf like this . i didn't even liked it . but don't exist contemporary art without a a conceptual text as a excuse behind the crap that everybory are going to have to pretend that liked to see . so i told him that the name of this work was "skin as a link to the soul , or , skin as a conducting of soul , or of energy , or skin as pure energy .... i don't know , i made some thing with a text in 5 minutes and gave to him , he realised it was a lie and there was nothing he could do about .
at the openig night i didn't know anybory there , so i got alone at the corner waching the reaction of people in front of it , i must to say , the photografys was huge , and they looked so powerful and beaultuful . now i remember , it was 1996 , because at this night , i wondered if wouldn't be a nice idea to start to paint observing all this light of the pictures . and one week later i went to a Eduard Munch exhibition , i found myself there . but it is another story .
again i took digital pictures of the original pictures i have here . you can even see the reflection of me on it .
what did we leran today folks ? i'm going to tell what . we learn that as a photographer , i am a very honest painter . some times i think that my paintings are paying for the sins of the photos .
hope you enjoy any way .

Today i woke up and felt like to cut my hair in the shower . there are no excuse , i just did .
here you see the before and after , and my hair cuts of the last 4years .

hair cut

after : i call this cut ; " i wish i was Anton Chigurh , but my hair got gay - look .
(anton chigurh , no land for old man)

fat and shaved head . i call this : " pit boy : let's kill then all - look "

short with no cut . i call this : " lets pretend i am sane normal and your boyfriend -look "

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i call this : " hey ! i a, trying to be an artist here!!!! "- look

i call this : " death metal : kiss my darkness -look

Bianca conducting the souls - by Caio fernandes - 2001 .

once upon a time , in a beautiful mornig i woke her up : Bianca , get pu i am going to take some pictures of you . " what ? no !!" ; do what i tell you to do , i am an artist , you going to be famous . ; " what ? are you crazy ? "
but she did . i can't explain , but one week after this , when i had finished to revel those pictures , the phone rings , it was a invitation for exhibit my work on a nacional festival of photografy in a lovely smal town !!!! then it was my time to say : what!!! ....... sure that i acepted .but i din't understend , it was a obvious mistake . at this time people knew me just as a painter . feel years before it i got a award ( the first of my career ) for 3 photografys , but was just it . i never showed or even produced photos any more . then when i make those ones , let's be sincere , just because i got this brand new cannon , and wanna a excuse for use , comes this weird oportunity for receive money , free transportation , free hotel ........
what can i say , the exhibition was a success . proves ? ok . all the other photographers hated me (score ) , more than 20 girls gave me phone numbers ( score ) , i sold 5 works just that night ( score ) . but then comes this woman and say : oh poor Caio , you don't know nothing in this town , do you have a place to stay ? " yes , my suite at the hotel , do you like hotels , honey ?" oh no , hotels are so umpersonal , come with me to my house . . well . my head was screaming : SCORE SCORE SCORE !!!! , BUT AT HER HOUSE SHE INTRODUCES ME TO HER PARENTS AND SHOW ME THE COUCH I WAS SUPOSED TO SLEEP . ok , i went to the hotel alone that night , we can't win everything .
so here there are the pictures i didn't sell , i lost the negatives , so there are just one copy of every one . i don't understend nothing about digital cameras and computers , so i took digital pictures of the original pictures , and didn't even took the "table frame " around .
hope you enjoy .
oh yeah !!! that last picture belongs to this serie too . what a shame , i was realy fat at that time . but hot . as always .

portraits of innocence and individuality - 2009 and 2005 - by Caio Fernandes.

this title isn't mine , was writen by Barbara Dayer Gallati on the first chapter of her book " children of the gilded era " . that i found in 2007 at Tate Gallerie .
in 2000 , 2001 , 2002 i was developing a work that i can say i was very secure and satisfied with the results .at the time i painted my head every day just concerned with the light on it and volumes , it wasn't self-portrait , searching the very core of human soul , i called slices of soul , or psico slices . and not just me was apreciating , it was being recognized receiving awards , being sold , and i had a great sckedule filled with many exhibitions .but at the year of 2003 i got into a crises , and that work didn't express what i need in my life . so i stoped to paint .
i din't want a work that looked like contemporary art anymore .but i wasn't sure what i had to do .
in 2004 i saw a documentarie about the life and work of Balthus , i always had simpaty for his work , but this time i jumped fron the sofa . that was what i want . i got . i wanna for some reason i didn't understand yet , reach the life that artists as Renoir , Sargent , John Everett Millais painted . i was sick of the urban , corporative , fashion Sao Paulo's life style .i was at this time living complitely alone in a old durty house , that the kids of the neighborhood believed was haunted . i looked like the Nosferatu of that german mude movie ( i always forget the name of the director ) .and sundely i saw myself doing skechts of paintings of litlle girls and boys playing with boxers and german shepards , as the scennes of my childhood when i lived on the german neighborhood of Alto da Boa Vista , when it was german , before the brasilians discover the area , kill all the trees , all the wild life , and make the local people get so discusting that felt forced to leave ( i HATE brasilians , i am one of then , but i am not one of then ) . ( ok call this neorotic )
i never was able to paint those first paintings i drawed before because i din't find models at the time , not even the right landscapes . , but in 2004 and 2005 i started to do few works , my house started to looks like another dimmention , by the decoration , and the concept of it ,that made me forget the country and world i was living , any single estetic value of it looked like you will find in Sao Paulo or brazil . i din't speak portuguese any more , i created a dialet , mixed of english , german , sao paulo's portuguese very italian accent , and elfic , of the lord of the rings book ( thanks Tolkien ) . i lost all my friends because they stated to believe i got nazi , but here in brasil if you drink tea , eat potatoes with cabage and mostard , and listen Mozart they call you nazi any way . even my family took distance . it looked esquisofrenie , but i had total conscience of what i was doing . the money stoped to come in and i got really poor , doing 1 meal every 2 or 3 days .
then i started to be able to criate , but just 20 works a year . in 2006 my sister asked me help for start a marketing and advertising company , she got graduated, and din't want to work as a employe any more , so for 10 months i worked 18 hours a day and got money enough to pay a long travel to Europe and spend 6 months studing in London . then my nerves calmed donw , and i was able to see and undestand what i was looking for in my life , i got even more in loved with it .
when i came back to Sao Paulo in the second semestre of 2007 , i felt in a deep , long depression again , but decieded to back to work now in 2009 . so i am learnig again how to painting .
you must to think that it is all very ridiculous and was a waist of time , and i understand very well . but if you was bourned here , being educated to believe that every single thing about europe culture and people is wrong and must to be changed , being european decendent , and whaching a population of your country taking every day decisions that you don't agree , watching the natural life being murdered , by a progress that just bring social conflicts , concret , ignorance and crimes . whachting the good values being replaced for prejudice ...... people hating you because you don't want to be hipocret , mediocre , unhonest ...... seeing the love of your life being murdered by a clone of a national hero jiu jitso fhighter that wasn't arrested because is son of a influent politician of the court house ( and risking your neck just because wrote this in a blog , even in english ) . ....... maybe , maybe you would understend me .
the painting of the girl and aple was painted last monday . the other is fron 2005 . i like to see the diferences . trusth me ; is the same girl . but for me it is just a self-portrait . the 2005 one is darker , has fear , that little being is lost and fragil . the 2009 one , the girl is well fixed on the centre , secure of herself , she has all that ornamental mess and tentantions of the world over her head , but she does't care . she kind of turn her back for it . as she was untouchble . i wrote Jesus Cristo under it but din't want to give a religious conotation for the painting , i just felt to put a white spot into the blue , the Jesus idea came because i heard someone on the street screaming : OH JESUS!! WHAT IS THIS?!!! . it was funny , as you know , i am christian , so it seemed to be perfect .
can you believe than when i came fron London , the only thing i wanted to see here in Sao Paulo was this painting of the little girl ? some times i think i just came back to see it again . i remember myself in the museuns looking to the great masters and thinking about this painting .
you have no idea how important it is to me . in 2007 a asshole stupidy curator asked me to be part of a exhibition , but didn't acept to show this work , it wasn't good enough , contemporary enough , he just want the works made till 2002 . i gave what he asked , but never went to see that stupid exhibition . people saw on the news paper , but for me it never happened , just helped to make the depression get deeper . i HATE all then . my head forgive it , but not my heart .

2009-by caio fernandes

sometimes i take pictures of my works and hang with my favorite art works that i was able to take pictures in museuns around the world .

guess wich ones are my work

unknown anonym colours of the truth .

over the new dust of the gray day , breaths of my shoulders searching landscapes among the veins of the furniture .
wood wood wood dark ancient wood wood wood . silent witness of foerign moviments .
white shine on black shoes , black shadow on white coat .
white witness of dark moviments . i have a corridor of veins upon my taste for silence . new dust of the gray day on the window glass . black bird hits against it any way . black spot , black blast . my black old shoes side by side the dark ancient furniture . heavy wood . breaths of my shoulders . white witness of the time . wrong wrong flights .
the most sincere moviments of my heart lie to me , it was a mistake , the voice of the pain of the world , a scape . i got fake , as all then that i thought have taken distance and denied in my life .............. all the violence of my lack of reaction lays a good sense between the white pale light and the dark wood table . what a wise He was for have said : " my kingdon doesn't belong to this world . "
nothing about human nature comes fron the truth , it's all illusion . i dedicated my life , my best gestures and feelings , to lie to myself , and nobody was more sincere then me . i just feel like to throw up .
so this is life without lie . is to bear and to bear and to bear and to learn to do not be a fool anymore and die and be saved .
what a ridiculous imature i was to believe that there was something else . now i have to bear my shame as well .
-take back the thread , i am not going to sew ornaments on the way to pretend i'm doing something .
-take back your threat , destiny , i 'm staring at you and i'm going to shut you up , rule over you , filthy emptyness , till the end of my days .
i am a white witness of my own dark foerign moviments . it is not going to be dark anymore , not even for me . it is not going to be foerign .but at the end it is going to be unnecessary , as everything else made by man .
make me lose myself fron myself because i know nothing and this nothing must to be left behind . NOW .
out of the black and white of the beliefs , into the unknown anonym colors of the truth that brings this kind of solitude for who is incarnate into this world .

2001- by Caio Fernandes

no , for the last time it isn't a penis . this is just my neck .

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green dreans of a sheep . - by caio fernandes.

the sun turned into a merry whisper - not yet
the sun turned into a red whisper - no
the sun turned into a berry whisper . whispers-set behind her purple trees . her whispers , her kiss ( her kisses reveal landscapes in me ) . warm curves of the path , for a straight destiny . warm curves of the female ........ i' m lost .
the transparency of the wings that blows fron my back covering the both hemispheres of this sweet blue green taste . tastes like eternity in bloom .
when Saskia extends her hand it reflects the light of her dreans as a swimming pool . i can even see those reflections dancing on the ceiling .

yesterday :
the black wet stinky disgusting asfalt's mud on shoulders and neck .
- what is this comig fron the top of my head? blood!!?!!
-they are comig again , dad , i see shadows of bodys on the corner.
- hide yourself behind the garbage Melissa . be quiet .
- ohh no no , it isnt then . they aren't coming any more , i am pretty sure now , they went to the subway .
- you're ok , aren't you ?don't tell your mother about this . she is preparing a apfel strudel for the dinner's dessert .
- look dad ! the concrete is cracking everywhere . sidewalk , walls .... there are tinny blue flowers , and yellow , and white growing in it .... is the concrete geting old , dad ?
- yes honey ... and our time to live is coming .
- amen ( and started the singing : grun grun grun grun ist meine welt ... grun grun grun grun ist meine ....)
- AMEN .

the Jesus white light stands me up . i just keep walking , holding the child's hand . i just keep walking against the poluited wind that snarls against us . it is always solitarie to feel like to cry , and hold in silence . Sao Paulo is a altar of sacrifice in the form of a dusty concrete block in this world that is suposed to be beautiful . my body lives in Sao Paulo , keeps walking . while i build the green dreans of a sheep . thank you Lord for your blessings . thank you for give me one more chance .

- we are going to eat apfel strudel for dessert , aren't we , dad ?
- yes we are , honey . YES WE ARE.

today :
the sun turned into a merry red berry whisper ... it is so easy to love her yet .

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ok girls , don't panic . i am still single . Saskia is the only one that realy happened in my life , but ... now al the time i am with another woman , what is rare , and she start's to gets on my nerves , i get deaf and blind and pretend Saskia is there .
( Saskia Hagenaars Verveen Morrone : 1977 - 2005 )
Melissa isn't my daughter . she is 8 years old and i am the only adult man that she met since she was 2 years old . to call me dad is her personal joke , she actualy doesn't believe in it (what is even sadier because i love her ) . her mother Cecilia is a widow that gives piano classes in her onw home for to live . and some times prepare italian or german recepies adapted for our vegan lifestyle , than she calls me for taste and trys to teach me how to prepare , but i never learn , i just preparie in home my onw bronw bread , green os white tea , and some vegetables ... and when i am loaded , feeling like to eat as a milionarie , i buy a doritos bag ( the large one baby!! yeah!!) .
between Cecilia and me , will never hapem anything : our friendship is too perfect to be destroyed by sex and wedding ( she says) . the truth is that she knows i still have this Saskia hole in me and she doesn't acept to be a mere substitute . what is fair enough . and she expects fron a man what her husband was , while i am the oposite of that . he was a wealthy successful guy , and i pray for the miracle of the multiplication on my painting materials as Jesus did with fishies and bread for the crowd ( what seens to works ) .
so we both are patetics and live haunted by our pasts . nothing bad for 2 people that have met at the college in 1997 , studing psichology .

2009 - made by Caio Fernandes

My Apple Values

the freezing air sang a lost praying this night , darkness licked the core of my bones . slowly a tight roon of sadness was bilt around breath . a lonely pierce taste the depth of my chest .

weird sensation that for one minute God took off His Hand.

old window , kind of broken , blows a new gentle light . the winter day woke up before the birds and the end of the dreans . the breeze lifts my spine to a floor of shy smiles . green leafs are stil coming fron my skin . i have changed my blood cells for white , blue , purple tiny flowers .

i am a man with heavy axes on hands , and use this for cut every link that try to remains between me and this vicious world that dances primitivily around my house (when loose , this home sails over the clouds ) . i am here to protect who i love . my apple values . mein welt.

golden and silver shines lie on my fingers (sky caress) . i , exausted , sit donw . deep movements of heart sparkles in silence : be very welcome ... external light of the day , come and drink a white tea with me . i am going to paint , while the blue eyes of the cat get closed on my lap , and the blue eyes of my model stares at me , it makes me happy ( silly verses like this must to rhyme ) .

2001- by Caio Fernandes

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and sophia geting lost.

lucas; 9 - 3 : nada leveis para o caminho :nem bordao , nem alforge , nem pao nem dinheiro , nem deveis ter duas tunicas .

2001- by Caio Fernandes