Eduardo Alexandre Pinto — новинки

THE HOTBED OF A COSMIC INSPIRATION (Copyrigh From LAP Lambert Academic Publishing 2010) The silence throws in the hermit?s rock cave the necessary realities to form a legible piece of life. Some whistle to see if he is alright. At the time of the rainy days, the hermit differs from his activity with more speed in what was lacking during the summer with the mothers of convention whose food was always welcome but to make something together with the catholic block was like asking permission to be in front of the origins of understanding. The later life of discipline presents an abandonment of a memorial in the name of philosophic random market places. Who seeks the ways like a child, crying the creating awakening of publishing the adequate basis of a literally moral functionalism upon the moral classic that confines humans and should be replaced by an intelligible experience and not only pleasant to each individual truth, tough more above all that condition where the transcending illustration of the protagonists that endorse the large symbols of musical associations on which the dance within the absolute vitality, has the answer got by surprises of living.

The Sanctum of the being must be kept in the good lure of wisdom, all truth is a spin of a cloud on our personal heat.A noble character has the alliance of a pink flux of life within the virtue of peace if the good vision of her, is understood. The praxis of virtue dances with the gain of joy in the free moving spirit in our cosmic language. The warmth feels like our first time around the embracement of the majestic touch of love, from A to B to SEE.

I can remember everything, any single detail from a full day with someone and I was told that it was dangerous to share the day in this way and why, because the other would be caught on the elementary trap that takes the golden dancing free stars into the vacuum desolation. I can go out, feel the wind around my face and any time I feel pain by thinking for all, I can remember that there is better ways of coping with the awakening performance from too much awareness. Sometimes my intuition tells me that I solved difficult problems, and then comes new ones, an infinite chain of free unchained coils. If I listen to the minds of others, I can understand what they feel, even if there is no presence of the voice and I tend to drive this thought tendencies into a critical creative thought posture into the world with a real presence of my life experiences. For now, sometimes comes with hope from a vivid voice who wants to get rid of feeling the odd one, sometimes a tangerine dream calls me from childhood to celebrate a glorious past but the bridges derived from my personal pillars, told me something today at dawn about a kind of brilliance.

Yes, dear Manfred, you watched for me in your motor bike where I used to shave at his mirror, we took shower together, yes Lissabon the best city in the world; they robbed all Manfred, I escaped again, it keeps going the taking of my spirit in a forbidden curve where my possessions still satisfy the same humans that are a subjective beauty into the motility of my favorite muse, a fragile women, delicate and wise to the crowd as these words were made by the sun, dear Patricia. May your brother rest in peace and please shut the door, close the curtains, give me again a yogurt I can''t stop being inside your room staring at a sea of flashes and as the tears go by and it is just you on your underwear around this similar fragile figure. It is clear as I was your existential tutor and you were my muse. Now I am alone in the interval of the same poetical afternoons where the Ocean stands with me, inside the empowering of my poetical body.

The giant voice of the primordial claim in the physical reality of the inspiration calls nature as a language, with puzzles based on vivid terms. The idea in us as the travelling struggle and the leading combination of the nudity of the ego when the performance is done well in his own challenges and overcrosses what is imposed in the traditional way of thinking. For the awareness of a solid existence.

My visit in the whishes that I hear in the frequency of thought impressions around all providential succeeding of psyche energy is for me a task printed in the absorbed curtains which follow the shadows as detection of all fragments of the conscious. Just like strumming on the lead guitar announcing the world?s ceremony as the planet is rotating as the thinking does. Thought can be found everywhere there is brain activity; the libido makes from thought an engine to attract a partner or to volunteer a heart in the orchestra of the generous people, which deliver their music as lives holding the little orphans by a delicate candy nature where both are a palm from the escalating tree where the loving goes. Thought drives in free motion of every serious life coma and liberates the new countries from rules and regulations for a better breathing because to think is natural and laws are not.

We tend to love when the nature of each of us calls out for a universal peace and the meeting with others can be spelled with the same words we use when we were smiling at a simple truth, like the growing seeds we are each day. To think of this touch and playing what is alive and it is warm in here, it is hard no to feel alive, dear friend, cause the good will shines in the back of this honest Essay.

Love comes like an opening idea that lives for more than a thousand crucifixes, even the street sympathy with little love comes naturally like a fresh dream taking hold of what it hurts inside of all hours of too much solitude in the body. Our diaries are dusty, what it matters then when the fact that all our dreams are a myriad of radiating dancers; don't worry son, I am here. For the push and pull over the spinning days of sweat but with the power of positive thinking to give us the gather of a kind peace. That goes for lovers as well as in and as well as out, like the perfect rainbow over two happy bodies, because the lusty eyes have now gained the wisest harvest that will give power to new refreshing acts across the humid aim of feeling.

In 1997 I could have gone into heaven, I''ve met the poetical resurrection of Barbara in downtown and it was sugar on my nerves as if my melancholy could recall some more external clean places awakened by this vision; all he knew was his family and the good people who lived in this building in the ground level. Even if Alex met Margarita in 1995, he had always in his blood cyclic female features that fought any mathematic will thought since Adam Smith into the world stocks of Wall Street where there were blues in a ballad cause even if you have to endure a tough task, there was Alex words that once met Sue who before got married and told him: I think you have a way of making even the plainest stone sitting stranded on the beach, happy to be alive by your words, they are magic aren''t they, they bring life to all that love to read them. Thanks Sue.

Pansexuality moves in sempiternal relaxation as we came from a warm uterus and we are secure and deep from the soonest comfort radiating strong opposition to the coldness by a control of a positive mind based on the mighty original love, the pleasure coming higher into the quintessence of the pure element of all possibilities. Everyone is happy in this homeland, the sounds and voices softly come to allow our senses to feel the air being touched in and out. Out from the sun in our skin, the music of unknown walks among our thoughts, children playing, the ocean writing in the sand, to comply the acceptance of divinity in memory, where we have in majestic appeal for a January enigma, when words of the body draw engines of reposed relaxation to begin the thin agility of the doubts which trigger reason. Courage to work lucidity and autonomy to be aware, then daily actions of this naked truth is taking hold of the health of the ego structures.