N G R 16: octobre 2023

It´s been a while that you don´t show your homestead on your social media. I wonder why´ What are you doin there, what are you hiding´ If you´re doing and hiding something´ Tell me. Tell me tell me tell me the truth.

Now that the summer is gone. A time for splashes. A time to splash the skin, to touch and caresse love. The window. Where´s your thought. Where are you´ Who´s there at the window´

The door lock, is it closed or open´ Is it a come away with me´ Is it what you´re saying to me´

A home in the meadow.

What do you want´

Tell me why´

With the strings around your waist what and who are you aiming for´ The king´ The time on the clock´

One o´clock tonight at your homestead garden?

Meet you there.

I'll take the tent and the blankets in the car, you wait for me in the garden with a lamp and two glasses of wine in your hands.

No fishing rods and guns. We're not going fishing or hunting tonight. No music, just your voice and mine and what might happen tonight in our souls, spirits and body.

No deck of cards, crosswords, barriers, borders, secrets and lies between us tonight.

This thing that we have with each other. These illusions that we´re having is just between you and me and nobody else.

D.A.D. Sleeping away

Mumbling: "Good morning" And raising my head A bad breath kiss to my pillow pet I take a look at the day turns & stay in bed Open my eyes when the day have died I turned the world and I slept allright Now my daymare is over, I zip my jeans tight Oh lord won't you bless this night From the pale lips of a youth who lay: "I'm sleeping my day away" And when the night comes to the city I say: "I'm sleeping my day away" Yeah, with my pale lips in the pillow I say: "I'm sleeping my day away" After dark is the game I play I'm sleeping my day... I'm sleeping my day away When my dreams begin I'd be proud to be letting you in With a smile on my face I guide our dreamboat in So if you wanna travel along with me You better sleep tight the rest of the day You see I could be a sleeper, it's not rest I lack 'Coz I hit the sack when the suns coming back From the pale lips of a youth who lay: "I'm sleeping my day away" And when the night comes to the city I say: "I'm sleeping my day away" Yeah, with my pale lips in the pillow I say: "I'm sleeping my day away" That after dark is the game I play I'm sleeping my day... I'm sleeping my day... I'm sleeping my day away I'm sleeping my day... I'm sleeping my day... I'm sleeping my day away I'm sleeping my day away Yeah. now I've turned the world around Yeah, I did it again I'm sleeping my day away And now I have to wear my shades down sleeper's lane I'm sleeping my day away Yeah, all the good people have gone to bed again I'm sleeping my day away Because the devil's at work inside my brain I'm sleeping my day away I'm sleeping my day... I'm sleeping my day away I'm sleeping my day away, away...

Maddison

- Crap, he knocked me.

Maddison you are beautiful.

The message bellow is extensive, I´ll let you and the devil too to come in and chose the photograph or whatever you like most in the message.

I had to make a selection to shorten the message but i didn´t. It´s extensive.

Take your time.

I think it's interesting and there are photographs to make you think, imagine and look at the skies further.

Gil Vicente

Lisbon

NGR

Avé Maria

I say / I mean, Lisbon.

When I cross from the south the river and the city to which I arrive opens as if from its name was born. Its nocturnal expanse opens and rises in its long glow of blue and the river in its body heaped with hills. I see it better because I say it. Everything is better because I say it. Everything shows better its being and its neediness because I say so. Lisbon with its name of being and not being. With its intricacies of insomnia and tin astonishment and its secret glow of theatrical things. Its conniving smile of intrigue and mask as the wide sea to the west expands, Lisbon teetering like a great boat. Lisbon cruelly built along its own absence. I say the name of the city, I say to see.

Hello again. I´m here.

Saint George Castle

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Chit Susy

Anabela

Beto

Gil Vicente

Alto da Barca do Inferno

Gil Vicente wrote Alto da Barca do Inferno in 1517 (Boat" of hell auto), placing the devil and the angel side by side in front of a parade of souls. A devil and an angel coexisting peacefully because maybe god and the devil talk to each other often. Five hundred years later, are they still alive? Will we meet at doomsday?

Massamá school Gil Vicente studies.