I am unlearning my native language because of the English language.

There are phrases that are written in Portuguese, and when translated into English, the words in those same phrases do not have the same rational and logical order as in Portuguese. After translation, the rational and logical order is not the same, even though the words are in the phrases. In some cases, this causes the words and what was written to lose their rational, logic and meaning. 

I write with words I have with me, that are worth cents, pennies, but there are those who write expensive words. 

I've never read a book. From the cover to the last word and punctuation. From beginning to end. From start to finish. Not even six pages in a row I read. About this I can write and say that it's not a drama for me that I've never read a book. It's not a dramatic case, and I'll never make from it as a drama in my life.

I have already written that I am neither a writer nor a poet. An intellectual. I write with what I learned along the times and at school, which is very little on respect to the learning time at school which was very basic. I did not graduate in languages, in culture, history, historic facts, realities and unrealities, arts and philosophies, abstract arts and abstract philosophies, paint, photography, mathematic, sciences, chemistry, biology, medicine... Bad psycologies, theories, diagonostics and medicines. Doctors drugs, like food for them to compensate their sickness, obsessions, diseases and job.

Time in which  

At a time when children slept in the house of an evil neighbour. At a time when the heads of children and young people were inside the bowls of witches and evil-doers, inside mirrors eyes. A time when children were living outside themselves, with a bad presence, bad aura and bad luck around them. Cursing them, deviating them out of their own paths, courses and destinies. A time where thoughts were lost in other thoughts and not where they should be, at school and learning with good teachers, in good spirit and peaceful classrooms. 

In gardens with friends, many, a thousand and one. 

Water

And this is still happening to many children today. Many of the children are now men.

Some died, others went to live in other places and are living their lives. Some have their jobs, their personal life, some got married, some have children, and some, a few ones still live here.

A thousand years of stories to tell. Here lived and still live some people, some good people.

  Clowns have lived and have been here since the Stone Age. But the vast majority of those living here today arrived after the age of clowns. 

  This place has turned into a bucket full of clowns, full of shit. Commerce, publicity, tv, dogs, street clowns, streets full of shit because the clowns are doing their job and shit the streets. 

 Clowns  

  Monkeys, clown dogs and Brazilians are a curse, a bad presence, a bad aura and bad luck. They are a bucket of shit in people´s life.