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)