" 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