Displacement

l´enfance perdu

2007-06-14T11:52:00.000-07:00

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

2007-06-14T11:46:00.000-07:00

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 "

2007-05-19T16:50:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-19T16:40:00.000-07:00

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

2007-04-16T18:46:00.000-07:00

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

2007-04-16T18:44:00.000-07:00

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

2007-04-16T18:42:00.000-07:00

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

Je reste tranquile

2007-04-16T18:39:00.000-07:00

I'm climbing a MOUNTAIN.
I'm TRAVELLING on the SEASHORE.
I'm NEEDING desperately your HELP LOST LIME.
POLLY: I'm HERE, you MUST touch ME.
JEAN: Don't your ear my ECHO?
All these SPADES in HERE.
WHERE'S the forgotten TREASURE?
WHERE are YOU?
Where are the HENCHMEN?
WHERE'S the SLAUGHTERHOUSE?
I'm ascending and I don't want to FALL again.
Can't YOU ear or BEAR my CRY for HELP?

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

Je suis partout

2007-04-16T18:34:00.000-07:00

I want a BLOODY name.

WHERE are YOU, lost POLLY?

I GIVE my DEDICATION to you JEAN.

Where's the LAMENT?

WHERE are the TREES?

I Continue SEARCHING for the LIME.

I feel LIGHT; but I want you POLLY.

SING for ME. CRY for ME? GIVE me WISDOM.

Here's MY inner SELF; don't YOU want IT?

Do I LOOK like a MONSTER to YOU?

I want to GIVE you LOVE all NIGHT LONG.

JEAN : I can't FIND you.

POLLY : Are YOU with ME?

I seek on MOUNTAINS and on CLOUDS and I don't see any of YOU; but I'm certainly EVERYWHERE.

Images and ideas : Rodrigo Oliveira

Words and ideas : Manuel Espirito Santo

Nuages des rêves

2007-04-16T18:28:00.000-07:00

All these LIMES in HERE.
All these DREAMS long FORGOTTEN.
Do YOU are MY guiding ANGEL; POLLY?
I TRY to seek YOU on TINY pieces of WISDOM; But I DON?T SEE you here JEAN.
STOP talking to ME please.
I'm contemplating THE POLLY and the LIGHT and the LIME.
LEAVE me the FUCK alone.
Where are YOU; my bloody KING?
WHAT ideas have you got in MIND for ME?
Be MY guiding LIGHT.
JEAN: Do YOU feel MY orgasm?
POLLY: DO you sense MY legs?
I want TO rest here meditating; that's why I'm gazing at YOU; Don't you UNDERSTAND?

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

Je veut rester IÇI

2007-04-16T17:48:00.000-07:00

An HUGE whirlpool over MY head and towards My bleeding HEART.
POLLY: Do YOU want to BE my guiding Angel?
JEAN: I don't know WHO ARE YOU this TIME.
LIME LIGHT as a TOOL hammering my HEAD to PIECES.
Do PINK elephants EXIST?
Where are the ROSES?
Where's AVALON or the GRAIL?
I don't connect CIGARETTES on MY soul.
PURE joy of WONDER; give me WHAT'S mine, BREAK my HEART into tiny pieces of a broken MIRROR.
I see SHADES and SHADES all over ME.
Entering on a CAVE; I'm not afraid of the WOLVES anymore.
Sigh POLLY.
Scream JEAN.
OXYGEN'S everywhere and NOWHERE.
Where's the WATER?
Where's the INTERLUDE?
Give me the PRELUDE. PLEASEEEEEEE.

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

um ENORME turbilhão na MINHA cabeça até ao MEU coração que SANGRA
POLLY: Queres SER o meu ANJO DA GUARDA?
JEAN: Não sei QUEM é que és TU desta VEZ. LIMA LEVE como uma FERRAMENTA martelando a MNHA cabeça ATÉ esta ficar em PEDACINHOS. Será QUE existem elefantes ROSA?
Onde ESTÃO as ROSAS? ONDE estão AVALON ou o GRAAL?
Não ligo CIGARROS á minha ALMA.
Verdadeira ALEGRIA de interrrogação; dá-me o que é MEU, PARTE o meu coração em pedacinhos de UM ESPELHO partido. Vejo LENTES e LENTES em TODO o LADO. Estou a ENTRAR numa CAVERNA; Já não tenho MEDO dos LOBOS. Murmura POLLY. Grita JEAN. O OXYGENIO está em toda a PARTE e em LADO NENHUM. Onde está a ÁGUA? Onde está o INTERLÚDIO? Dá-me o PRELÚDIO.... POR FAVORRRRRRRR.

Je suis sur mes genoux pour vous

2007-03-07T16:59:00.000-08:00

Bloody LIME.
Where THE fuck are YOU?
I SEARCH for POLLY.
Where are you JEAN)
I'M on MY knees and i´m taller than a tree.

I DON´T see LIGHT LIME here.
WHERE´s the SPERM?
I can´t feel YOUR CUNT screaming for ME.
Give me the LIME tree.
Jean are you OK?
POLLY where the Fuck are YOU?
CAN´T you see MY eyes?
Towards myself I WONDER :

THE TREE is TALLER than me.

(Text: Manuel Espirito Santo)

(Image: Rodrigo de Oliveira)

Ugly betrayal: As a blind bull i feel betrayed.

2007-03-07T16:28:00.000-08:00

I can´t see a FUTURE for ME.

Where´s the LIME; mom?!

I can´t answerYOU that. YOU must search for IT.

POLLYLIGHT I want to FUCK you !

JEAN: Do you feel my BOOBS ?!

- What´s GOING on ?!

So called Lime; scream like a raged Bull on a ROOM.

The search isn´t an ENDLESS one;

- Where´s the FABRIC of DREAMS?

Search the LIME; cry, WHISPER and SIGH for me.

POLLY JEAN LIGHT LIME.

I want YOU to CRAWL for me beg wisdom on a CUP of tea.

- Give me a CELL phone; please.

- I want to CARESS the LIME with my boobs.

- I want to SENSE the LIGHTLIME as my MUSE.

- I feel all of YOU on a FRENZY state.

I want TO feel the LIME on my HORNS.

(Text: Manuel Espirito Santo)

(Image: Rodrigo de Oliveira)

Voient du stress à travail, la révolution industriel et un chat

2007-03-07T16:02:00.000-08:00

Fucking fabrics of LIGHT SMOKE.

Where´s the LIME?

I can´t see it here near the lamp.

POLLY and JEAN, give Me the joys of Industrial Revolution.

They marked an endless Journey toward this simple lamp.

Smoke, what are you doing here, near my LAMP;

Where it all started?

Ideas wandering towards ENCEFALIC sex.

Polly spread your legs, JEAN sing to ME.

Give me the bloody LIME.

Why has the LIGHT gone out?

Why the Industrial REVOLUTION?

For you Polly?

For JEAN or the LIME?

CARESS me with your fingers softly.

(Text: Manuel Espirito Santo)

(Image: Rodrigo de Oliveira)

Piano

2007-03-02T06:54:00.000-08:00

Little BIRD of wonder.

What are YOU doing on my keyboards?

I don´t know exactly, but i seek LIGHT LIMES.

Have you seen THEM?

On my keyboards, i TRY to do Magic.

Every KEY has an identity.

Fingerprints are what I need: POLLY joys WONDER.

Haven´t YOU seen IT?

I feel the FINGER of JEAN here.

Lord... Play it LOUD.

I want to hear your VOICE on my KEYS.

Give ME an ORGASM; please...

Surrender your SWEET voice to ME.

I simply don´t KNOW what to DO?

Must I sing?

No LITTLE Bird; PASS your WINGS of desire on my KEYBOARD.

Give ME water.

Give ME your ESSENCE.

SEARCH the holy GRAIL for ME.

Be only a BIRD with no CAGE.

The Sky´s your HOUSE....................

(Text: Manuel Espirito Santo)

(Image: Rodrigo de Oliveira)

Libertà

2007-02-23T11:21:00.000-08:00

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.

2007-02-20T19:14:00.000-08:00

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...

2007-02-19T05:32:00.000-08:00

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

2007-02-15T09:47:00.000-08:00

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

2007-02-13T20:37:00.000-08:00

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

2007-02-13T18:06:00.000-08:00

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)