Libertà

On 24 I´ve searched the LIME all over the places surrounded by constant FLOWS of ROSES.

I marvelled at the CRY for help within a VOICE.

Where´s POLLY or JEAN? I don´t see them here.

Hands assembled marching in HARMONY.

I sense an INNER fight on the LENSES of this MAN.

Has he searched the LIME?

His FINGERS hold the CHORD.

He sings LOUD.

He SCREAMS waitins for ACTION.

I hear a SONG of LIBERTA.

While, constantly WAITING for HIS interior fight.

I Listen to " Traz outro AMIGO também " and to " Vampiros " while SEEKING " Grandola Vila Morena ".

I touch my eyes and surrender to a DREAM.

I don´t KNOW where THEY were on 24tH 1974, but I´ve felt MY genitalia MOVING.

A force STRONGER than a thousand ORGASMS.

I listened THROUGH his eyes, more than ONCE and on SEVERAL places, WHERE the PEOPLE were.

I´m not a NUMBER for christ´s sake POLLY.

I´m searching the LIGHT LIME, but tell me: Where can i find PEOPLE? I don´t need NUMBERS.

I need LIBERTA.

(TEXT: MANUEL ESPIRITO SANTO)

(IMAGE: RODRIGO DE OLIVEIRA)

Aujourd'hui, j'ai pris votre culotteto à chez moi.

Trees invade my inner SELF.
I smell the LIME´S scent.
I feel on my nostrils the vague LIGHT WAVE of wonder.
JEAN: I need you to SCREAM for me POLLY.
Rain of thoughts invade my ideas as a cumshot of SPERM.
WHO ARE TOU TALKING TO, JEAN?
Caress my mind with IMAGES of wonder.
I need to f(i)eel(l) your LEGS on my tongue.
I desperately need your mouth and hands.


Bloody LIME.
Be my roots.
Guide my WAY.
Be my LIGHTER.
I want you to be my blanket in the COLD.
I need your BODY, but you´re only a lost LIME.
A lost DREAM.
Be my BOOK.
My PEN.
My TORCH.


Give me and put me on FIRE.
please.....



(TEXT: Manuel Espirito Santo)
(IMAGE: Rodrigo de Oliveira)

Forgive my negligence...

Books of LIME. Give me TOUGHTS...
Random words of foretelling.
I want LI(N)ES towards LIME.
Give me words LIGHT LIME.
Caress ME with thoughts POLLY.
Watch me as the sun, as the center of the UNIVERSE.
Where are ideas or words gone?
I WANT YOU TO SCREAM FOR ME, WHERE´S YOUR MOUTH AND YOUR ENTERTAINING TONGUE?
I need desperality a BLOWJOB.
Put your hands on my penis and SUCK IT.

(TEXT: MANUEL ESPIRITO SANTO)
(IMAGE: RODRIGO DE OLIVEIRA)

Don´t hurt me anymore

I see the LIME in its ETERNAL form, sense its BUBBLLES forming MY thoughts.

Why ARE you searching for the LIME on another MIND?

Why DO you traded the LIME for emptyness?

Don´t be a VAMPIRE.

Absorb ESSENCE at its purest LIME.

Don´t SUCK brains or MINDS.

Enter on the LANDSCAPE of dreams.

What ARE you doing?

Forget the PAST and enter THROUGH me as a GHOST were you.

Protect ME from THE apple tree.



Be FREE.



Be FREE.

(Text: Manuel Espirito Santo)

(Image: Rodrigo de Oliveira)

2nd Day

Another day on treasureless storm of ideas; i search solace on an empty space.

- Why have you lost your senses on line?!

- Where´s your food for thoughts?!

The tree´s hugg me closely to my heart and i surround myself to vanity.

- Give me the purest form of infinite wisdom.

- Lost on a bottle; i collide myself into empty spaces.

- Vicious girl of lime; give me what was mine.

On two trees of thought; i´ve tired to find refuge all over the palce; but only found fire walking with me.

- CARRY THE LOGS.

- GIVE ME THE LIME...

(Text : Manuel Espirito Santo)
(Image: Rodrigo de Oliveira)

Pollylight Lime

On a sense of order I try to feed my thoughts on the bloody lime.

- Ohhhh.... Vicious rascals of time.

- Give me green fields forever.

- Surround me with hope.

On an oasis of stawberry and wild fruit; I seek virtuosness on a cup of tea.




- Where are you vicious boy of wonder?

- Where's my head?!

Hammering towars emptyness; I suddenly realize that I haven't lost hope on the lost lime of wisdom.

- Release me; PLEASE................



(Text: Manuel Espirito Santo)
(Image: Rodrigo de Oliveira)