l´enfance perdu

Childhood's gone..

Lost treasure forgotten..

Where the fuck are you JEAN?

Give ME your ARROWS POLLY.

While CRYING; I listen to the colours within me.

FUCK; fuck, FUCK.

Why THE sperm?

Why do YOUR legs MOVE?

The WIND carries all THAT.

I sense JEAN and I don't feel POLLY.

LIGHT LIME of dreams; give me BACK my childhood.

I'm TIRED of SALT; I want SUGAR.

POLLY spread YOUR legs.

JEAN open YOUR mouth.

LIME embrace ME as a mother EMBRACES a CHILD.

Images: Rodrigo Oliveira
Words: Manuel Espirito Santo

Sel du mer

Why do I FEEL like A tree of LIMES?

Why does the SALT'S everywhere?

Why do I SWEAT and TEARS fall FROM my FACE towards THE ground?

AM I blind?

JEAN give ME your LIPS.

POLLY caress me WITH your HAIR.

What THE fuck?

I want TO fuck YOU towards ETERNITY.

JEAN talk to ME.

POLLY embrace ME with your HAIR.

Images: Rodrigo Oliveira

Words: Manuel Espirito Santo

" La musique que parle "

WHAT'S that GIRL doing?
I sense the ECHO of FIVE limes on ME head.
I surrender to THE violin CHORDS.
I pump OXYGEN into MY nostrils and I think to MYSELF:

(dialogue of the guy)

THREE LIMES are GUIDING my WAY.
TWO LIMES are on my BRAIN.
POLLY and JEAN; I can't READ you, but I sense YOUR essence ON my BODY.

(dialogue of the girl)

I don't SPEAK with MY violin, MY body OR the MUSIC itself.
WHY can't you see IT?
I seek KNOWLEDGE on the EYES; ON people, on NATURE, on ANIMALS, on a LOST house, I need a cigarette, PLEASE...
My VIOLIN for a LOUSY cigarette....

(dialogue of the 3 limes on the left and the two others on the right of the drawing)

GRAAL, ARTHUR, LANCELOT, WINE, SMOKE, THOUGHTS, MEMORIES, DRUGS, CANDY AND SPERM.
Be OUR guiding LIGHT TOWARDS eternity and INFINITE wisdom.

Texts and Ideas: Manuel Espirito Santo

Images and Ideas: Rodrigo de Oliveira

Les mains sur les nuages

LIME as SOMETHING to BE seeked with MY hand.
I try TO search FOR your KNOWLEDGE.
I can't FIND you JEAN.
You are an ECLIPSE on MY hand.
YOUR eyes SCREAM and SHOUT.
I sense YOUR caress and YOUR skin.
I want TO kiss YOUR lips, POLLY.
I want TO fuck YOU towards ETERNITY jean.
Give ME your HAIR; jean and I'll give YOU joy and freedom on SEX.
POLLY embrace ME with YOUR legs.
WHY can't I feel YOUR texture ON the LIFELINES of MY hand?
YOU'RE vicious BLOODY lime.
I don't WANT you near ME.
Give ME polly OR jean...
FUCKING lime; give ME back MY life.

Texts and Ideas: Manuel Espirito Santo

Images and Ideas: Rodrigo de Oliveira

Mon coeur pour toi

My FRIEND that SEEKS everything and SEARCHES for OBLIVION; do YOU want MY HEART?
CARESS me with YOUR words.
I'm not HERE to be a VICIOUS circle.
I'm POLLY; why can't YOU find ME?
WHY jean?
YOU touched and PAINTED me with YOUR WORDS.
YOUR essence's WITHIN me.
YOUR LIFE.
YOUR HANDS.
YOUR SPERM.
YOUR IDEAS.
What do YOU want MORE?











































Images and ideas : Rodrigo Oliveira

Words and ideas : Manuel Espirito Santo


Tradução para Português:

Meu AMIGO que PROCURA tudo e busca o ESQUECIMENTO; queres o meu CORAÇÂO?
ACARICIA-ME com as TUAS palavras.
Não estou AQUI para SER um CICLO vicioso.
Eu sou a POLLY; porque é que NÃO me ENCONTRAS?
PORQUE é que INSISTES na Jean?
Tocaste e PINTASTE-me com as TUAS palavras.
A tua ESSÊNCIA está dentro de MIM.
A TUA VIDA.
AS TUAS MÃOS.
O TEU SEMEN.
AS TUAS IDEIAS.
QUE queres MAIS?

Le chat heureux

I hide on the TREE of KNOWLEDGE, but I'M merely a CAT.
I'm quite HAPPY to be HERE; but I don't search POLLY, JEAN or the LIGHT LIME.
I gaze at OTHERS lives and MY heart's in THERE.
The TREE is huge but I'm HUGER.
But in THE meantime; I smell the SCENT of the LIMES and I'm merely an OBSERVER.
























Images and ideas : Rodrigo Oliveira


Words and ideas : Manuel Espirito Santo

Tu est pas lá

I create UNIVERSES within YOU.

You're ALWAYS on MY MIND.

Do you SEE the TREE and the TORNADO on my HEAD?

The TREE of knowledge's VASTER than an ONION.

I continue MY search for the LIMES.

I seek and listen to POLLY once AGAIN and I'm LIGHT as a QUILL.

JEAN: I don't UNDERSTAND your WORDS; are You with ME?

POLLY: I sigh and I CRY; why aren't you there?

Images and ideas : Rodrigo Oliveira
Words and ideas : Manuel Espirito Santo