Je reste tranquile

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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)