weak lamp and strong silent space
the little cabin hidden in the backward behind grape tree and bushes exposes its red bricks and opened window to breath the cold air of the night

 i don't know my name, can't discover how it has been written beyond the deep blue

it is a priceless privilege to barefooted walk in dark among ferns and sleeping white flowers to reach the cabin where the mountain bike is kept and work on it.... it is so cold this night .... i had to take my shirt off and feel every detail of the low temperature getting into my skin.
"at dawn i ride"
holding greasy tools i pray to Jesus to keep His strong hand over me as He has always done protecting, washing me

dog licks his paw and its sound is blended with the steam of the tea cup.


...after many hills, steam coming out of my mouth, death in its many forms was faced, suppressed and ignored.
sky getting lighter, clouds, drizzle. what not to love about it?
trees trees trees they are all singing perfumes, as the fresh earth around my warm green black flannel shirt and celeste blue helmet.  

the front wheel is so slippery on the mud, here I go one more downhill over the roots and rocks with success.
amen! i do praise the Lord for this.

i must to pass by and stop to see

that swiss wooden house among pine trees with little hearts sculpted on the balcony and green door.
i must to pass by that grey stone house that looks like a little castle.
i must to pass by the red brick house with big window that is for sale and one day will be mine.
i must to pass by those eucalyptus.
i must to pass by the anglican cathedral and the Scandinavian luteran church because they are so beautiful.
before to head to the trail.
as I always do.

the front wheel is so slippery on the mud, here I go one more downhill over the roots and rocks with success.
amen! i do praise the Lord for this.

capybaras awaken already as the monkeys and birds.... if it was sunny the lizards and snakes would be searching for the early sunshine.  but they hide from me anyway. you understand it as you want.

what am i up to? why am i doing this?
Blitzkrieg over myself, space and time.
with one hand I play with my dog..... i pray the psalm because it is true and never fails.
i am safe and save.

do you see this silence? is the deep breath before "_____"

wear brown hiking boots, put on:
towards and towards.
towards and towards
towards and towards
towards and towards

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  2. hi my friend ... it's me ;-)

    Love this... you're a really fantastic artist, poet and photograph. I would like to paint your blue undersea world ... do you allow it?

    Yes ... I see the silence and that's all I need ...

    hugs for you my friend.
    isabella

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    1. hello Isabella!
      it is good to see you here, makes me happy.
      ... i can't believe you asked me this... you can paint all you want.

      yes, we all need moments of silence in our everyday life.

      hugs for you too sweet firend.

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    2. Muito obrigado!! !!!! (You're always in my mind!)

      Um beijo.
      i.

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  3. i have been silent for 2 years in the blogger world. But i missed it, especially my special friends like you. So i am back in the blogosphere. ;-)
    Hi Caio, i missed you, i missed this, the wonderful posts about your thoughts. <3

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    1. hallo Monica!!!
      well, for some people , and I am talking about myself too, it is good to spend a little time in silence,

      i missed you too, thank you for showing up, you are always nice and present.

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LOL.  

December 16. That was our last conversation by Facebook and Eduardo asked me my address to send few catalogs of his work and last exhibitions.  

!!!! DECEMBER 16!!!!! .... and I only got this last Friday, August.  

well.. I am not complaining only laughing and realizing...if there is one painter from Spain and a painter from Brazil involved in the process... things are going to happen and it will be great... but don't wait up.....  instead, take a seat. We are too busy living our delightful lives and having fun and loving, and inventing things that only matter in a very particular way. Gracias and Obrigado.  

Sun is shinning, love is calling, life is beautiful. Let people from boring freezing places hurry up with their stuff.
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Die spinnen, die Römer – The Romans are crazy ( or something like that ).

lol !!!! wait… what?

She can’t talk to me like that. Where did she take this idea?

Happy new year everyone !!!!

Keep the good hard work and please ignore the fact I have procrastinated for two years.

I am only riding my bike in the most selfish fashion possible. I ask myself if it is a middle age crises…. hum… I have had middle age crises since I was 10 years old..

am i back to painting? uhh, i sincerely don't know.  

i only wanted to do a nice ornament for the new umbrella box i bought yesterday, 

it is made of wood and will be by the side of the front door, so i thought it would be a nice touch to paint an ornament to hang on the wall right upon it,  

so i will see the real umbrellas' handles and see the painting upon it and my eyes are going to have an umbrellas' feast ...
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23; one to six that's my number.

23; one to six that's my number.

Feeling the taste of every texture in the air. It is so hot. All thoughts melt under the weather. 

No purpose before or after each step. So I ride... the stag any hunter will ever catch.  

Nowhere is a place too close, I go further.  

Here is the body in heat ready for the Rapture, the spirit ready for Heaven and today's dreams ready to be left behind with its vanity.  

This house is going to be mine soon, I don't know how but it will.  

A list of things to do. 

A list of things to hate.
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this work is so lame on the photo but so cute on my wall.... and the sheep have such nice red details... ok then. 

Green pasture for the flock.
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