‘CAMINHO’
Cap. I 

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Apaga o cigarro no cinzeiro de bronze, aparafusando, desaparafusando. Levanta-se com cuidado para não afugentar o silêncio. Compõe as costelas. Desce as escadas que vão ficando para trás. A máquina de lavar a roupa em rotação. Dirige-se para a porta de saída. Encosta-se á porta para dar a volta á chave.

'PATH'
Chapter I

  1
Put out the cigarette in the bronze ashtray, screwing, unscrewing. He gets up carefully so as not to chase away the silence. Make up the ribs. Go down the stairs that are left behind. The washing machine in rotation. He heads for the exit door. Lean against the door to turn the key around.

Caminho - Cap. 1 - 1 (text in portuguese and english in description)

23 - 6-2021- Portugal

Café Expresso

10 - 8-2021 Blues

Dreams - Children Of Fire

Identifique - Se

1 - 5-2024

4 - 5 - 2024

6 - 5 - 2024

9 - 5 - 2024

Sunny Night

12 - 5 - 2024

Murais

Conversation With The Dark

14 - 5 - 2024

19 - 5 - 2024

‘Colorful crochet’ fisherman wanders the streets sipping a calyx staring blankly colorful crochet unknown a poster half torn with the portrait of a woman with close-fitting dress with calyx-shaped breasts breasts wanting to coming out he drops the calyx Busting red wine flows through the maze of sidewalk the wine activates the planet the planet begins to turn he puts the hands in the pockets tear the lining of the pockets a child shoots him with a plastic pistol and goes away jumping and laughing he faints into the liner of the pockets: the long corridors of dreams where tears come together in the wishing well where poets taste the sault the salt that breaks the chains of fear where the voice strips the shadows

Colorful Crochet - with Luciole Langevine in vocals - texte in description

Construction Site

Nó Na Garganta

Give Me Some Drama

Viagem Para Lugar Nenhum

Still had time to taste some crystals of silence, before the devil began to distort the transparent symmetry.
Hands with arched nails pull up the white raw silk stockings to her knees; she feels a renewed spirit, even though she knows the stockings will eventually come down again.
You can already hear the mud walking outside.
She goes out to buy milk bread at the cafe, when she opens the door of the building; she gives in to the dream the primacy of guiding her, tiptoe over water lilies.
A sting each time a bottle was dropped at the bottom of the recycling bin, she thought of the neighbors who were still sleeping, would they receive messages in their dreams that weren't written on the bottles?
She was reading a book like an actress in rehearsal as she walked down the street in autopilot mode, her knuckles brushing against the fresh morning myths; she was possessed by images in the heavy, noisy air, lines of passion in fragmentation.
People running on the small stone walkway with burning pain in their knees and heels.
He arrives at the cafe, sits down on the terrace where the sun shines, a breath of coffee spreads in the air with mysterious symbols. Under the water mirror of a small lake, roots in the form of clock hands that do not give in to the call of time, clinging to childhood, giant egg in the center of the lake half out of water, has a crack, is full of blood, through the blood a way. In the distance, a rocky slope, dismembered, alienated trees.
Cobalt-blue bodice, pointers tremble little needle screams, shadows in the eyes of the titties, two twin chapels, between them goes the size of your soul, close your eyes and remain static, cathedral of flavors of private cultivation, the pink mouth gives itself naked in the open air a procession courting the skin. Fine silk on which a heart of light is drawn falls from her breasts, with her hands she brushes away things like abracadabra, awakened mystery, creator plush, desert cross, chalice between her legs, soda with bubbles, she plays the organ.
Tights tucked over the head
Horse with a tank top dress pulled over the head
A fishing boat pull rope
Pregnant belly blindfolded
Hair roots
Everything turned upside down
Egg

7-11-2024 translation in description

Vocal Composition

Vocal Composition N 2

Vocal Composition N 3

9 - 1-2025

Crazymess

Corredores

criadores de parvoíce

see also page 1 to 8 and 2022
all composed and played by me.
https://vascoribeiromorais.bandcamp.com/?from=viewsite_dashboard

vasco ribeiro morais IX

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