Autobiography By absorbing each word of “The Exterminating Planet”, you will not only feel the magic of the sentences, as there will also be retained in your inner soul kind of a hope of exterminating the pains that Planet Earth disseminates across time. Simply, on the coming and going of his own History, the Hermit teaches you how you can be big, being a pauper, how you can be bigger, even being small, if you believe in yourself as a Being to the likeness and resemblance of God and as His son, the genuine Heir of His genetics. That is why, in various passages, the Hermit reminds you: “If a son of fish is a little fish, son of God is a little God”. Imagine starting from this gift, all you could realise if you were a little God. Well then, realise it, you can! You Are! It may sound crazy, but its logical. As you penetrate in this real make believe, you will learn how to accomplish in dreams, what you never dreamt of thinking you could accomplish.
Picinguaba Hermit - 02 LIFE, PASSION AND ECSTASY OF A COSMIC HERMIT The trajectory of life and creation of the Poet, is far from being a straight line, but yet tortuous, interrupted, adventuresome, sinuous, inconstant and fertile. Strictly, as a beginning, ALE is not a poet, he is a chronicler. But before anything else he is a Human Being in the Universe; and he who Unites Verses is a Poet, so ... His great fault is to be an incorrigible “paramour”, the ones who give their hearts away unreservedly and with no hesitation, plunging into passion. Looking for the ideal woman, he loves all and each one in a possible way, be it with the body, with the mind or with the spirit. Always Spirit: Platonic Satyr. Ascetic Bohemian, amalgamating the opposites as he does not care about subject matters, Cosmic Love. From contradiction comes transparent coherence in its anarchic-philosophic parchments. ALE was born under the sign of Virgo forty two years ago in the heart of a Paulistan family who’s surname was quatrocentão, just so that you can have an idea he is WHASHINGTON LUIS PEREIRA DE SOUSA`s great grandson. The Poet was born much later, in the hermitage of Pincinguaba, a paradise beach on the North coast of São Paulo, where he remained in auto exile for three years, trying to decipher the paradoxes of life itself. In those days after sequent conflicts, he was “disinherited” by his family, who’s traditionalism could not bear his contesting positions. “My inheritance is talent”, he reflected, showing indifference to the past. “The reality is that Mankind is looking for it`s own Universal family and not the materiality of family Earth”, he concluded. He
reconciliated with his family later on, but the dependency bond, the “navel cord” was split ever since his twelve years of age. 03 - Exterminating Planet Today he says that he knows his “First Origin Parents”, his first Cosmic seed. “I know them physically, but atomically, I feel them much more”, explains THE HERMIT. In one of his pilgrimages, he was in the Andes in 85, when he filmed THE FEAST OF THE SUN with a group of idealists in Peru, by invitation of the Peru consul in Acre, Marcos Martiñes. It was a group of advertising men with no consummating interests and imbued of institutional interests. There he participated in a cinematographic adventure in the Amazon, creating the video: “HOW MUCH DID JACQUES COUSTEAU COST?”. A critique to the Brazilian Government who privileges foreign scientists discriminating the Brazilian people who have much more imagination ... “the Brazilian people “break their face” developing researches, while the “gringos” suck up our wealth.” He entered port in Cuiabá because he was invited to be supervisor and superintendent of a Communication group. “I developed the work that João Pedro Marques asked me to and I was disappointment to verify that THE GROUP WAS a “GROUP”, Pickaxes!!! He recalls, but he decided to stay and find out some more about that town. “I found out that Cuiabá has been forgotten as an International importance land, ever since the time of the “Bandeirantes” (members of an armed band of early explorers), it has a distinction in the National Historic stage. Pantanal and Chapada are the only ones that communicate, and Cuiabá has turned into a “Tourist dormitory”. An injustice, a waste, was the indiscriminate Gold trade where the Oligarchies and the Government only profit, because the “Cuiabanos” do not know how to fight for what is theirs ... what for?” Some people say that Artists are insane. It might be an overstatement, but ALE is a bit like that. About two years ago, the dramas that I thought were outdone, and only suffocated, came to surface with all strength. With this came a period of alcoholism and depression which took him to the Adauto Botelho Hospital, which is specialised in Psychiatry, and to a new self-communion, which this time had been forced. Between those grey and decrepit walls a scream of life was born, in the form of his book “THE EXTERMINATING PLANET” a humanitarian and Universal ecological liberal in the ample sense. “Earth is a grain of sand in the Universe”, he recalls. After plunging into the bottom of the well, THE POET started to re-establish himself. He recalls the bitter days with no sorrow or sadness, after many days of sobriety ... “Those days were a transcendental experience”.
His third book, “Chapada Aqui, Pantanal Há Lá!” (01) signed with his pseudonym Picinguaba Hermit, is now in it’s sixth edition ... after five small
(1) Chapada dos Guimarães is a mystic and mountainous region situated in the Centre of Mato Grosso State; West side of Brasil.
editions it took off to it’s biggest revelation due to the messages the book has inside ... It is a collectanea of Chronicles from several periods, that were selected by an artist called HELENA DALMASO and were printed by his great admirer and companion, ILA, a Portuguese Veterinary who captivated the Poet ... “I think I will stay a long time in Cuiabá, here, I have found many and good friends, (can I send a hug for some of them by the newspaper?). I would like to thank Ronaldo Bastos of the local TV Globo, Faya, Dr. João Celestino Neto, Leiloca, Claudio Marzo, Tomaz Green Morton and especially Mauro Antonio de Castro, of the California Post with whom I have an eternal and incommensurable debt !!! ” This small text was transcribed from “O ESTADO DE MATO GROSSO”, a newspaper of that State authorised by the journalist who edited it, André ... an intimate friend of the Poet. On the date it was transcribed, the 7th book of that “crazy” lover of those who inhabit earth and know how to live harmoniously with it, was being concluded ... On that day I remember being in his apartment in the morning and he was busy with a “CHAPIM” from Pantanal, a multi coloured bird that had choked on corn meal ... I noticed that the bird would fly free through the room and sometimes would alight on one of the hoses hanging out of the window of his “ATELIER”. The paintings that he painted himself called my attention too, with horses and spaceships and his question: - “Do you know what was born first?; Spaceships or horses?” Before he answered I said: “Don’t you worry, some are already coming and they are bringing cosmic material with them to help the good terrestrials, only the good ones, didn’t you see the one that came over Moscow? ... It may sound incredible but they came after the horses ... they had to dig them ... bury them ... Did you know that INTERAIME (“bury me” in Portuguese) means “FEAST OF THE SUN” in INCA language? He asked me, ceasing his reading of some passages on torn pages where the messages were inserted between the two characters: the Poet and the Hermit: What should I answer? I left in my car imagining how the Hermit’s SPACESHIP would be ... Picinguaba Hermit - 03 PERHAPS
Perhaps you want the wind against your breasts, the open arms, tousled hair and your feet almost lifting the ground. Perhaps you imagine that proceeding along; light, soft and crazily, you may fly. Perhaps you want me to suck up your being and take you with me to the distant Planet where I came from, where I am going to and from where my heart never left. Perhaps you imagine that the absence of a Heart of your origin, makes a Being suffer ... Perhaps ... Perhaps it might, if the Mind lies, levitates, sucks up, fly’s, absents itself... after all ... Perhaps !!!! *** Just like the draft of a vessel I shall be quiet, because there is a sea, I know, and to come back is to fly not TO SAIL ... TO FLY ... A light touch was enough and the memories paraded past like open windows bringing back remembrances: The lodge was expensive, a beautiful lodge, beauty and comfort, expensive, Yes, it was expensive ! But nothing is more expensive, than feeling life happen, seeing it arrive before the poetic eyes of ALE waking up at the bandstand. Who would pay for that scene? Somebody said: “Poor miserable people, you are in no condition to assist, let alone to pay the scene. What? You do not even have lens nor do you sense for the same prism. Those are other channels, a POET is a POET!!! And without opening his eyes He knows where he is and where he is going ... Be it in the lodge or the bandstand of São Pedro Lumiar, THE POET comes and goes always feeling well. This is the best gift He has ...” HE SHALL LEAVE
Each day we can see that one part will go and another will stay here. The interesting part is that he really considered himself “crazy” compared to the ratiocination of the other personalities who lived inside the other individuals who inhabited great part of the Planet which he knew inch by inch, person to person. I wonder if they knew that most of their lives were not linked to the matter, but to the First Atom or Unique Mind? I wonder if they could not let go, fly in direction of the cosmos and understand that going against the wind is how we take off, and not going in the same direction as it! I wonder if it was only him who lived through the intellectual levels of VICTOR HUGO, MONTEIRO LOBATO, BARJAVEL, RAMATIS and other writers of his childhood and youth, that was the period where he had most read, for after his 19 years of age, when he took notice of the repression, of the capturing of his friends who were composers like: Geraldo Vandré, Chico Buarque, Jose Dirceu, Wladimir Palmeira, his contemporaries sharing the same ideology ... he was disillusioning himself at the same time, without knowing. I DEO LOGY - and the most interesting of all was that, including him they were all chased for having a lot, really a lot of love in everything they did and the ones who took over POWER ... trimmed full knowledge of everything and just like in France there where no young people for Birth Control, in his country, his fatherland, during almost 3 decades, ever since the year of 64, many young people were born with no auto knowledge, with no deep search about systems and higher IDEOLOGIES. Yes ... maybe that “shut up” has really affected the youth who only after turning 25 could re-unite with whoever they wanted to and read what came into their hands ... A real shame, that crime, those who did not have the knowledge that THE POWER IS THE INEXISTENCE OF THE NON POWER, would pay ... and up in the sky, where the great UNIVERSAL communities charge the done and the not done in behalf of the HUMANITY OF ALL THE LIVING BEINGS ON THE PLANETS ... You can imagine a UNIVERSAL FORUM and sitting there, inquisitors like: Médice, Geisel, Marechal Lott, The traitors of tiradentes(1), Figueiredo, others who were responsible for the death of Wladimir Herzog, Baungarthen ... men who had everything to turn Brazil into the biggest potency of the Universe and who gave it away to those who only wanted to gain with the vile metal and not with the values that would never stay “orbiting” around Earth. Values like cordiality of a Chaplim who was almost a beggar when he was young and represented exactly what he had been, but with Love and devoting himself to it, like Luther King who fought for the liberty of his people in Africa and who was murdered. Like Geraldo Vandré himself who, in one song resumed 30 years of the History of Brazil; talents like Adoniran Barbosa, Pichinguinha, Cartola, Barão do Pandeiro, Nelson Cavaquinho in their time they were also took as ravishment’s of Nature, but they were not paralysed from their power of creation ... VINICIUS DE MORAIS, in short ... so many that THE
PLANET would not capture and somebody must answer for the injustices made against them ... have you imagined HITLER? POOR FELLOW!
(1) Nickname of Joaquim José da Silva Xavier, Brazilian Martyr in the cause of independence.
Herod? Caesar? Have you imagined? Well, nowadays what they do against the little Brazilian people who don’t have anywhere to sleep, to live or where to find an open arm waiting for them, is much worse. He suffered too much and did not worry about himself, because he knew that a part was leaving, it was dissolving into NOTHING ... the other one, the one who was tortured, ravished, put into prisons, clinics and hospitals for “crazy people” ... or in jobs where people abused of their creativity and did not pay for it, or in Universities and schools where he passed and instead of DEVELOPING he realised that they wanted to “undevelop” him, to imprison him to an extreme binary system ... to a word that didn’t have anything to do with the way of expressing himself with his eyes, with his hands, with his body, with the songs he chanted in the places where he was many times thrown out, because he got drunk when he noticed that they “charged money” for singing or speaking!!! He knew a lot ... he was the man who knew too much and annoyed ... his own cognisance came from the TOP ... from the UNIQUE MIND ... he wanted to show vividly, with his part which would stay, with his organs that he had already donated, to whomever needed them, even knowing that medical science could save a lot of those parts which on Earth they called the Human Body ... The union of Atoms and molecules with life itself. Drugs were something he knew about and never used, being many times eliminated from a group for “not diving in”. Why should someone use drugs if the body itself could create all the “drugs” to accomplish its mental voyage? Why suffer with dependencies that don’t take you anywhere? He knew the Saint D´AIME that the Peruvians introduced into the Amazon Forest, he knew everything and still he was interested for Nothing ... He did not charge money for his paintings, his chronic, his poems and one day, in the journal “O ESTADO DE MATO GROSSO” there was a report which read: LIFE, PASSION AND ECSTASY OF A COSMIC HERMIT, on that day they published: ONE PART GOING ANOTHER PART COMING where he talks about a drunk man who lived on the margins of the Cuiabá River and one day dived to refresh himself, and the river took him away ... I laugh when I remember that in the end it said: “ONE PART GOING TOWARD THE SUN; ANOTHER PART COMING TOWARDS EARTH” ONE PART GOING ANOTHER PART COMING In the middle of the heat of that place the transpiration purifies my cells ionising energetically the atoms which compose them.
If it were in a Being indifferent to his first origin he would be crying out against the caustic sun which through the concrete of those buildings emanates the image negatively, in the land of Cuiabá. Being so, I have the Natural perception that even the satin of the young girls skin has no energy of the truthful beauty, without the essence that Roosevelt felt when he got here ... Roosevelt; that’s it, the same Roosevelt that the American Sioux of New Hampshire elected: THE WHITE MAN WITH THE VOICE OF THUNDER !!! Time went by, Cuiabá gave a new impetus to its History and to the glory of stepping on gold and going to the margin of the Cuiabá River to throw bait to “Pacú”(1), or to any other fish which bites the bait, and then take it home, roast it, eat it, sleep and dream because after all, nobody’s made of steel! Glory is going to Space and who is going “to fish” it back? Who is going to write the true story about Cuiabá? Who? While the fish are swimming against the stream preserving sweet species, men of Human value are devaluated by those who have VALUES, others and Mariazinha give away their dark-complexion to the blondes, without LOVE, João sells Pacú, without LOVE ... And “THE EXTERMINATING PLANET” Is coming ... One part going another part coming, THE OSMOTIC LOVE materialising itself and Nature with its daily warning: «WATCH OUT !!!» The drunk man wakes up in the public square, he walks to the harbour, drinks up his white rum, dreams about his origin land, lies beneath the rest of the Flamboyant, overturns the fish soup onto his filthy clothes, drinks the quimic and warm liquid from the bottle, and FLYS! The Bishop tries everything to make people understand that life is Expensive ... The nuns of the Holy House look after the crazy people who “murdered themselves” in prison, another rebellion, the radio announces: “Earth, Planet Water”, the journal writes about the daily and nightly news, messages from here and there ... Cuiabá explored, and it is on the river margin that the CHRONICLER is received, everything is to his disposition ... Everything and God, the cosmic God smiles, because the impassionate of EVERYTHING is exactly Nothing, where, if a person who has nothing makes one per cent, it will be the same as making one hundred per cent ... The drunk man woke up, rouse from his dreams of Platonic Love, he remembered who he was, dived into the river ... he swam towards the woods that don’t kill, the life that doesn’t separate, the mountain that doesn’t enrage him and teaches him day by day that birds begin to appear at daybreak and draw on nightfall in a sculptural flight. The brooks said: “Another one that went away, the river took him ...”
Only people who have met him know that in the drunk man’s heart beat soft bubbles of watery and muddy oxygen, cleansing his soul from the concrete heat and another dream dilutes, a dream of the tramp who is God’s son and has; the floor as a Father, Earth as a Mother ...
(1) Any numerous small fresh-water fish.
One part going towards the Sun, another part coming towards Earth ... UNIQUE AND INDIVISIBLE MIND that doesn’t mind and graces the people with the Mato Grosso State.
RESPECT It was a time of Fatherhood, Motherhood and a whole family disturbing the paths that I had chosen to live. The sea awaited for me and the more I wanted it, the more people separated me from it. From separation to separation of the Atlantic I almost reach the Pacific and the torments of my life grew in such a way that one day I decided to leave ... alone ... And there was the Sea, the Mountain and my whole life waiting for the interior dive of all the interior totals. Time went by and when I found out that THE HERMIT I had turned into was anxious to share everything he had with someone who asked for nothing, I decided that I would look for that someone and again I departed from the Sea and climbed the slopes of various mountains in order to find what my desolated being was looking for ... 11 years went by and Nothing ... When I least expected it ... it happened and now without the sea breeze, without the Hermit of the Mountain, without that whole planet, I can already stay, because instead of finding someone who asked for nothing, I found someone who changed my Nothing into Everything so that a new spiritual life recommenced; and so we are me, her and everything that surrounds us, living what they will never live, because they didn’t even respect the sea, nor the planet or the Hermit.
ABSTRACTION - Are you really a Poet? - They say so. - I like writing too - Well then, write. - What about? - About the Poet. You are an ABSTRACTION And in fact, a POET
I cannot pass what you see because poetry would turn out to be free from abstraction And I could not picture who you really are. ILA WONDERFULLY WITH YOU ILA, TO BE is infinitive and IT belongs to the verb of CREATION ... REGULATE ... I would never regulate the feelings of the Woman who would one day love me When you want to, you can feel ... Now, when you are with me be with yourself, WONDERFULLY WITH YOU; BETTER WITH ME!
THE EXTERMINATING PLANET “ I know you are there with your UNIVERSAL itinerary coming toward the 100% with no intent of decimating, destroying or FINISHING. My faith, only Itself makes me believe in that coming of a welcomed being, of being THE MINERAL and GASEOUS BEING between the empty space exterminating the PAIN ... And the false prophets only bequeathed you and me ... In credulous ... In creed ... goodness! I also believe that Everything is Nothing, and he who swims with Nothing, Flies!! Because, the empty space praises the skies; the turning of the Planet, through the centrifuge strength, attracts. Betray the Cosmic and energetic message. Time which changes from past to present and take with you the story of the unique Friend of One ... I unite! I, the Hermit shall unite myself as I have always been united to the compact dough which is approaching, with zero atomic weight by the wandering Cosmos ... The sea of salty tears and sweaty sheds will ascend and will let the blue light dissipate itself and the intense shine of the Night will come again in that mind that does not Mind. I know how much apprehension an entanglement causes and it reveals hidden secrets ... Let me go on with this writing, this talking which never stops and shall be read as life goes by. - Let me go ... Oh! Powerful with no Power, to be able to pass the nearby future, the one that will come in 1999, one before the Christian 2000. He said Christ, Preacher who only left us with 69 Earth years. And, if he was, he shall always be the handsomest Avatar! GOODBYE ... There is a God!”
- The exterminating Planet, says the book ...: I LIBERATE! I am a free man! I am what I am ... well after the coming of Man’s Son. Yes Us, JESUS ... BUDA ... GHANDI, three equal ... SUN, EARTH, MOON, three unequal and it is Chapada dos Guimarães supporting the HERMIT and his words again. It is there that he is going to Cosmically catch the UNIQUE MIND! - What will happen is simple to the simple and Pure. What will happen, will happen! God shall supply, my grandmother Lucinda used to say ... GRANDMOTHER ... GRANDVOICE ... THE VOICE of the EARTH TO THE HERMIT, a young shoeless monk who, at the bottom of the well drank some water, which came from the depths of the water tables of this Planet Water. The stars shall always have written on them the immortality of the atoms. If the Japanese were Atomically born more energised and wiser, how can we ignore this invisible and Invincible strength? I am what I am and I always shall be what I am ... THE POET not THE PROPHET! My paths reached all the Brasis (aborigines of Brazil) ... incandescent and ascendant Ember which turned on and off; they will be turned off and then the unisonous shall be multiple and the multiplication of the vegetal shall oxygenate the animals or the multiplication of its absence shall exterminate them slowly and severely ... But, as I am an affectionate person to affection and to Love, even experiencing the lack of true LOVE on EARTH, because He still hasn’t entered port, I shall go on following, I shall go on leaving, one part going the other part coming. The musical compositions, the books, the Theatrical Plays, the cinema and Television could have lightened up the lands and on the contrary, they just got complicated, they just ilussioned, they just decimated the true UNIVERSAL knowledge; the simple cognisance of the absolute zero. I fight for this and my pity shall attend to All my atoms which ejaculate the message alphabetically and numerically, the massage between the thumb, index finger and middle finger ... that is only propped by the ring finger minimally which fondles my mons Veneris of this writer’s right hand ... When the printing is complete and the literary composition is distributed ... I shall rest ... and I shall give myself to the Alfa ... to reach the OMEGA ... I shall find my cosmic peace and I shall establish my free atelier there. I shall draw with quick brush strokes and I shall sculpture with soft chops the destiny of that Earth, that Universe, that little corner of the house in a University Park where the Universal emanates Life! David, illuminate me, Solomon forgive me ... Joseph ... what kind of a Father were you?
What kind of Father lets his own son be murdered? You were right Joseph to guide him and Him guiding Himself, He saw His mother at the feet of those crossed stakes, crying ... Nailed, the Preacher nailed, Father, son and Holy Spirit of Faith! Moral of the Jerusalem Story ... and why only Jerusalem? And why only the desert? And why transform the Amazon into Desert? Do you want to remember the Planet Deserted, dry, unloving, empty again? Or do you prefer to follow the PLANET that will still be gaseous, with reptiles with no TRIBES, with no UNION, with no life like the one we have, a growing life, with families, social cells, the Great Nations and the Great Universal Planets. You should concentrate on what will come, 1993 is coming, the beginning of everything, 1999, six years after many terrestrial “errors” ... In the year of 82, atomic gases invaded the cosmic layer of Earth. In 85, Planet Earth tilted. In 80, the Galaxy people came here to find out how to save and who to save ... Play with fire! The Sun and the Moon build and you destroy ... you shall pay! A lot! Because those researches are worth nothing without knowing that it is the UNIQUE MIND sending them those gifts of knowledge. You want the POWER, well, well, be sceptic, but you shall never have the right to Usurp Creation, especially when it comes from NOTHING ... Furthermore, pretensions apart ... anticipated tensions ... beyond GOD, NOTHING is impossible. Believe, there is a God ... GOODBYE! And the NOTHING, do you want it or not? Wake up ... get out of that gloomy state, it shall be better for all men of good will and for women of age. The existential carelessness is something superior which enchants ... like after the pain, we feel the relief of the experiencing ecstasy reaching the real ... THE NIRVANA ... that is simply in our own inside. Breathes, simple breathes and a well-balanced nourishment, with no toxins, with no Toxic waste , with no animal adrenaline ... just that! Flying is like that. God has the Creation Goddess who allows us to imagine things in beautiful flights, Everything I wrote until this very day was very little compared to what I have already experienced I know that a lot of times you, the person who reads this report, is worried in analysing my intellectual level and this makes it harder to separate myself from that state of mind and just write ... what about you? How can I really help you? I don’t even know what your mind is like, your body, your HISTORY or the History somebody made up for you, but I need to help, do you know how I can? I will not, I will let the UNIQUE MIND DO IT and I will go on writing what it dictates to me ... MEDITATE ... Creation ... Cre ACTION ... Act! Immediately, Immediate Mind. That is it! Cling on to that mind that does not mind and find out how you are capable, or better, how IT is capable of doing Everything you like. Why go
against it’s will? Imagine Pineapples growing on a “Palmital”(a grove of BABAÇU palms) ... The lion turning into a wolf ... the Artisan ... Art is an, turning into an industrialist, do you think it can happen? Yes, it can, but why coerce? I started to write using the second person and now I am coming into the UNIVERSALITY of the VERB. When you have authors who talk about the third vision, of illusions, of “absence of reality”, you are going in the right direction but many times you lose yourself. The isolation that Picinguaba, my mountain, gave me, allowed me to meet ALL THE UNIVERSAL NATURE again and if PLANET EARTH was the ground wire that gave me lights and hunches, I must transmit them too ... I would feel selfish if I didn’t do that. After all that’s the mission. Many people thought I was under drugs, because I reached places that were truly Universal. Eleven years have gone by and I never abandoned the idea of transmitting what I saw and felt, without drugs, only using my interior laboratory, the UNIQUE MIND outcropped like an orchid in the swamp. Some people contradicted that fact. I was interned, tortured, arrested and beaten ... eleven years without worrying about the vile metal ... some people ran away inclusively from my companionship. When I was energetic, I created lots of images coming from energetic segments from other times, from other galactic and cosmic regions. Even then I was aware of everything, especially of being used by other characters of the Universe ... other people were fighting because I did not write what I said. I did the Fisher and Hoffman process and “scrammed”, that is, I went back again to the first living atom and do you know what that is? It is to come out of NOTHING ... to start Everything! Have you imagined the responsibility? How could I put that all down on paper? There CHAPADA DOS GUIMARÃES and MARGARIDA happened, the friend who left everything behind and went away to Natal (1) ... then the journalist who got interested in the film ... “THE FIRST STARFISH”, and that was when
CHAPADA AQUI PANTANAL HÁ LÁ ... was born.
An independent strong and NATURAL book ... the ones who read it , felt a new POET, a new Man, a new INSANE MAN ... something was missing for me, and even now, in the present moment while I am writing THE EXTERMINATING PLANET ... the feeling I have for things which are made and distorted by MAN is really strong ... especially those that are about religion ... INFAMOUS PEOPLE with no delicacy who complicated life on this planet EARTH even more. In fact, the important part is that we are sons of God as they say, we are little Gods and this Supreme energy shall Never abandon us ... NEVER ...
You will taste everything in all senses that will affect your feelings, otherwise NOTHING would make sense. I am fine and I want to know you are all fine, try
to believe in that and the logical message is this one: GOD EXISTS IN ALL OF US, give yourselves away to HIM! Just that! Don’t worry if He has a beard, if He is old or young ... like you ARE! Because you are HIS IMAGE AND LIKENESS ... ... and there you have GOD.
(1) Natal is the capital of Rio Grande do Norte - State of Brasil.
THE MESSAGE - THE GODS are reserving a tremendous mission and we believe it to be right, this epilogue which makes our day to day colder, harder and calculist ... It’s the most important mission of your life ... like the ransom of ALL its existence in only one journey of FLAT EARTH. It hurts, and that is why we feel how much you are being well prepared. - What about the ropes? When will they be set free? There are a lot of knots. When will they be set free? - It seems to worry you ... it is only a sailor’s knot, compared to what you have been through, jail, internment, torture, without groaning, without betraying, without striking back, always hoping that HIS desire and not yours would be materialised. Nobody knows better than you, that those ropes don’t affect you in ANY WAY. Try to go back to the zero of your last EARTH years ... Your last Earth years ... your last EARTH years ... Try to isolate the pain, eliminate it from the HUMAN MIND ... Nothing is right around here ... you called and we came ...
Three trillion centuries is an instant ... the switch is quick, it might seem a lot, but it is the short passage ... Make your cosmic breathes slowly: 6 times through your right nostril, eyes closed, relax, 6 times through your left nostril, let the air oxygenate all your brain, back, spinal cord, 10 times through both your nostrils, feel the air coming in to the tip of your toes, softly going back to your brain perceiving light ... Fly ... go on in front of you ... - And what if by any chance I rouse from my sleep before I GO? What could happen? - It is incredible, you are afraid ... it is too much for our nucleus. What? What did they do to you? What is all that in front of you, emanating from you, from deep inside of you, HOW? What could represent being tougher, harder, more life or Death to you than to get rid of that tenacity to EARTH? - You cannot imagine the habits ... the evil intents ... the plots ... you cannot imagine. - We don’t even want to perceive this in our brain and memory cells. - By the way, how is the UNIQUE MIND going?
- Always active, it can’t stop ... that new phase of the UNIQUE MIND is very agitating, very interesting ... and how do you feel with all the stuff that those HUMANS passed on to you? - They didn’t pass it on to me, I was the one that couldn’t pass the cosmic message on to them. And the worst of All is that I couldn’t pass it on to Her. I don’t know how I could do it ... - Her? Who is She? Who is this one who marked you so intensely that just by talking about her your aura changes colour? It goes pink ... Who is she? - It’s not even worth talking about it, She didn’t believe me ... but it was my fault, I lived as a drunk every day, talking about things that didn’t make sense ... I met her in Picinguaba ... Well, it might have been you that sent her ... - What is her name? - THAIS ... I even wrote a song at the time. “Thais, if you are happy Thais, Thais, don’t take any notice of what the world says” ... I met her again a year later, but I was no longer the same MOUNTAIN MAN, I was a very well dressed man, drunk, and without a reason to live in that town ... I lost her. - Was she by any chance yours? Did you deform yourself that much? People don’t belong to each other, but to themselves, that is why free will exists. - I know that, but she was the only one who could know my secrets. - Your secrets? How arrogant, the Universal secrets belong to the inhabitants of the Galaxies who deserve them. Many people must deserve them and must know them. Some maybe not, because they might use them for the EVIL ... - Well ... - Well, WHAT? Bad, very Bad, how could a very pure atom like yourself get involved with lust and lie? It’s an abstraction ... an abstraction ... - I’m going to sleep ... - Do that ... He woke up in Uranus, lose, free ... and painless ... Who received him? Idinha, his first and ETERNAL LOVE!
THE ART OF RESTARTING While the Planet was turning, in the middle of a warm morning in Mato Grosso, where the time zone blends with the Sun an hour less than Brasilia, he was imagining what paint he should use in that work of art. He was already getting fed up with the Coming and Going and Nothing interesting happening. He had many times made up dreams, that was easier for him than breathing, because to breath he had to use lots of muscles, the Lungs, two nostrils, the mind that impels everything and also the Air that is much heavier than we can imagine. The dreams, he always made them up and all of them had something very beautiful. He hated dreams with no colour, no sounds, no rivers, no
beautiful people, dances, parties without painting exhibitions, the various artists gathered there, looking for the award they deserve for their work, the big investors, who many times thought it was crazy to do something without money ... it’s true, he didn’t care about money and Everything happened in his dreams ... do you know what EVERYTHING is? Well then, things from the cinema happened, by the way, cinema was his strongest point, he would write a thousand plots with real characters that had such vivacity it seemed to be fiction. To make up for a REGIONAL lack, there are three turns of the planet around the Sun, he was doing a favour for “Rede Globo” (Globe Net Television). He used to say: “I HAVE THE GLOBE; I DON’T NEED THE NET” Sometimes he went into the studio, imagined the scene, turned off the lights, closed his eyes, made his basic breathes that he had found out in FISCHER AND HOFFMAN and flew ... It was a light flight, with no engine noise, with no seat-belt, with no wings or terrestrial matter balancing what for many people was unbalanced. He met CHICO MENDES in ACRE, Acre dictated that this Planet turned in the right way; and even inclined, it’s orbit was perfect, but some others which came from other points of the UNIVERSE, made the turning of the Earth go quicker and didn’t allow the dreams to happen, the Natural combats of those who had conquered Everything in other eras and in this one had decided to live nude, without worrying about the shine of the Gold nor the weight of the expensive and luxurious clothes, the Old Castles and the powerful which oppressed the people, be it in Egypt, in the South, in the East or in the Northeast.. This Northeast you can’t imagine, if it is of the Atlantic Ocean from the Orient to the Occident, but it is the Universal Northeast, that goes a bit from your right where your aura is to the infinite. Passing through Venus, Uranus, the Planet he came from, Mars, Saturn, the Quasars, the more distant Galaxies, according to it’s directional sense sometimes virtually without sense. Then, he used all the means he had disposed to make his dreams come true. He was remembering that morning when he was a little boy and had decided to play cinema. His Father who travelled around all the world looking for novelties, had brought a camera and a spotlight. Sometimes family and friends of the “Morro dos Ingleses”(1) Mansion got together from Liberdade, where he was born. It was a Film festival. From Laurel and Hardy, to Walt Disney with Peter Pan and everything else ... In Peter Pan it was the DWARF who called most of his attention. The film he was going to direct was called “Idinha, uma Ida pequenininha.” He gathered people from the Saint Joseph street in Tremembé, they were: DAGO, ZECA, DITO, CAIO, ESQUERDINHA, RASCUNHO, GIBA, AND TOTO the little black and white dog that lived with them and didn’t belong to anybody and was everybody’s at the same time. When they went out hunting, Toto seemed as if he already knew and waltzed in front of them all toward the
winter pasture, while behind, the kids were arranging the slingshots and traps. It was an INDIAN time ... an Indian that would always go back to his origins even though his family wanted to force him into going to college, that class of Tremembe and Tree Nursery used their energy very well coming and going in the Nature Space ... They would fly, he was sure of that ... And it was there that he met Idinha, his first girlfriend. She had long dark brown hair, down to her waist, dark complex skin, she was tall and slender, she was about 11 years old and she was wearing a light blue dress when I saw her for the first time. She was on the balcony of a wooden made house where a parrot was playing and Toto walked into the wooden gate and disappeared ...
(1) Neighbourhood in São Paulo.
Toto! Toto! She shouted, but the little dog was free for everything and kept on going. She looked at him from the balcony with mischievous and deep eyes leaving him standing still, without breath. How had he not seen her before? His grandmother lived 4 houses away, he went many times in the afternoon with his friends, after uplifting their pipes, to catch coconuts on a piece of land nearby, he remembered when they threw the acorns with the slingshot, the coconuts fell and it was a big hullabaloo to pick them up, which made somebody always come out onto that same balcony and tell them off because of the noise, but she had never appeared there, where had she come from? He bet by the 13 turnings of the Planet around the sun that he was going to spend his holidays there ... she kept on looking at him and then she spoke: - Is Toto yours? He choked, he didn’t know what to say, he had a pipe in one hand and a slingshot in his pocket, his heart shot as he hears her voice, what a voice! he turned red feeling shy ... - He is ours, the whole class`, it’s because we are going to the farm and as we were passing by Toto went into your garden, I’m sorry! - Don’t worry he always comes here ... But, how had he never seen her?, he was abashed ... who was she? What was her name? And in answer to all his mental questions someone shouted: - “IDINHA” ... It was a woman’s voice. - Could it be her mother? - Come inside, it’s time to prepare for lunch, your father will be here any minute and the table is still not set, come on! She looked like a Princess, how was she going to set the table for lunch? What a waste, he thought ... - Excuse me, I must go and help my mother ... her eyes shone when she said goodbye. - All right, see you later! She went inside and he continued standing still in the middle of the street, that was made of soil, the girl’s smell was still in the air. A smell of Forest, fragrance of life that inebriated him ... there was some distance, but that fragrance, a mixing of her hair and skin, the way she talked, EVERYTHING
penetrated into him through his pores ... what should he do? What should he do in the farm?? Everything had lost sense ... then came an enormous dream. A dream full of life. He was like the “GENIUS” son at home, rejected in moments of affection because of his dark complexion that contrasted with other people, he didn’t accept the pageantry of his parents and brothers, he had always lived flying like all Genius’s in his world of -------, guinea pigs, the small wheelcars that were made in Mario Marsiglia`s workshop, a Calabrian, who liked “wagon road” races, that were small meteors made from their imagination; his first bicycle was exchanged for white mice, because he had never won Anything, he had always conquered everything. It had better taste, it had more history, it was deeper. The bicycle was a black and gold Gulliver, he had exchanged it for 26 white mice, one of them was an adult female that was already trained and was very clever, 25 mice starting to grow up and the “NEST”, that I always gave away so that they would multiply which seemed to be a curse, when we least expected there were another six or eight little mice, that looked more like small Vienna sausages. The breeding had started unintentionally, he knew that the Biological Institute sold guinea pigs and white mice. So, one day he decided to go there. When he came in the street car from the club where he swam, the BANESPA, he climbed of the street car on the Biological Insitute`s point and went off, to ask about the white mice. It was funny, it was a time when everything was banned and he was not worried about that at all, he was worried about not being worried. The little mouse cost 10 cruzeiros, in two bank notes of five, with a chestnut and white colour, printed by THOMAS DE LA RUE. He caught the mouse, put him into a shoe box that he had got from a shoe store near Vila Mariana and off he went with his new friend. He was going to teach him lots of things so that he could be famous. For a fortnight everything went well, till a day when he heard a strange noise coming from the place where “Tico” slept, the light that kept him warm from the cold in São Paulo was turned on and the “basement”, where he slept with his stories and dreams was in silence, but the strange noise that came from the box where “Tico” was, aroused him. He got up on tiptoe and opened the pierced through box lid. In the middle of the hay, that used to package Champaign bottles, was now a nest for Tico, there were some pink dots, that moved. He got closer to see better and Tico squealed nervously, he was frightened twice, once because Tico was sweet and calm and the second time because when Tico squealed he jumped and uncovered that nestful. It was “Tica” and not “Tico”. Loads of little mice, what now? If his mother knew it would be a GOD HELP US SITUATION. He slept in the basement because his brothers couldn’t put up with his trophies, hand made toys, unfinished paintings, sculptures with no sense, Diana, his little dog ... after all ... he seemed to be from another world and his brothers who were so stuck up didn’t accept him naturally and his only solution was to sleep in the Basement. Deep down inside, he knew that he was from another world, because all that posture coming from his brothers and his parents was false, with no natural life. He would prefer to go to the Tree Nursery in uncle Jarbas` house, who painted bicycles with a small paint brush, an enormous house where
everything rescinded to a false shine. The really nice thing was Mrs. Silvana, an old African lady, who smoked a pipe and some very thin smoke came out of it, she had looked after them ever since they were born. That image was purely simple and pretty. It was a “Tica”... he tried to get closer again and this time she accepted him, because she recognised him. Little by little he started to take his hand closer to her and started stroking her while she was “washing” her small new born babies, there were 8 of them, he didn’t go back to sleep on that night, he just stayed there beside her like a doctor following closely his parturient. The small mice started to grow and were distributed among the street kids until the litter was too big and he decided to “negotiate” with that Black and Gold Guliver. Another triumph in his history, because his brothers won everything, they didn’t move themselves at all in order to conquer things. He was at the farm, the parrot was hitting it’s head on the ceiling and it’s head was on the balcony. It was extremely beautiful! Many different young girls, in the Liberdade and in the Tree Nursery were his friends. He used to draw very well and he used to do their homework for them which would bring him some money at the end of the month. One of the girls had sexually aroused him one afternoon when he went to eat some clabber at her house, her mother had gone out and she pointed to a four-motored aeroplane in the sky, through the apartment window, as a matter of fact, that apartment was in a building which his Grandfather had built, the first building of the Liberdade neighbourhood. Her approachment, with her rounded fifteen year old body, tight shorts ... the aeroplane going up, both of them squeezed between the sofa and the window ... “Did you see?” “It’s a four-motored aeroplane, a Constellation of PANAIR” the heat went up his body, the desire to kiss her neck and hair, they stayed there watching the aeroplane go up, up, until it disappeared, leaning on to each other ... did you see? did you see? did you see? “Yes, I did!” he answered full of emotion and feeling very aroused. - What a sight. The tasteful body scratching his took over his whole body, he was even staying a bit dizzy from all the excitement. - What about the clabber? - She smiled very mischievously. Did you see? - Yes, I did! - Big, wasn’t it? - Yes! She went into the kitchen and came back with two gourds of clabber. - Do you want sugar or honey? - HONEY! She went back into the kitchen ... The clabber went down his throat and alleviated the strange feeling. The first symptoms of puberty, the hardness, the sexual attraction. She was very pretty, blond, peach touch skin, “mingon”, green eyes, a BABE! As we say today. Her mother was divorced and was known to be a prostitute, poor woman; the girl was only 15 years old and stayed at home all by herself. We were in the year of 1956 can you imagine this scene, everything, except eating clabber, was forbidden.
She played the Piano, by heart, she received a letter full of sketches and patterns with a small text ... “INVITATION” We would be proud to invite you Miss ... to participate in the filming of our latest production: “PIRAPITINGUI, THE STREET OF THE DREAMS OF FREEDOM”. There will be a musical play introduced by the meritorious music-lover; these musical plays will make part in our cinematography production. She received the invitation with dreamy and bright eyes. - Mummy, Mummy, I’m going to participate in a film, I’m going to be the leading actress, concert artist, look at the invitation Mummy. Her mother had just come out of the shower, she had a towel round her head. She was tall, white skin, beautiful long legs, with a pair of high heeled slippers, her knees were showing from under the light blue robe, long beautiful legs, her blue eyes shined even more with the contrast of the robe.
- What happened to you girl, did you see a little green bird? - No Mummy, I was invited to participate in the filming which shall take place here in São Paulo, in the Liberdade neighbourhood, it’s about the Pirapitingui street where they have that dwelling and the Japanese, have you imagined Mummy? - Her Mother looked at the invitation, she looked over the glasses which she had put on and said: - When and where is it going to be? - I don’t know, they will probably call to tell us the date in a few days time ... - All right, now I must get dressed because I have a meeting with your aunt in the MAPPIN. These coming and goings were constant, every evening she went out and when that happened the little girl was very unhappy, at the least, her mother stayed at home and only went out at night. Then the little girl stayed completely alone. The street boys had always wanted something from her, but she didn’t leave the house unless she was going to school, where she was a very dedicated student, because she liked studying very much. The nuns from the Saint Joseph School sometimes threw small parties in order to show the work that the children had made and the parents, brothers and sisters came too. In one of those parties she played the piano “by heart” and made a great show with her favourite song “SUPLICIO DE UMA SAUDADE” and “MAMÃE”, because it was Mother’s day. He had heard her play before many times when he went to her house to “eat clabber”. After sending the invitation, he made up an excuse and went to the apartment. It was on the last floor, with marble stairs, he reached the top and she opened the door. - Hi, how are you? Come in, my mother is still sleeping.
- No! I just came to ask you if the filming crew can count with your participation and if you have any drawing from school to do. - Come on in! Stop the standing on ceremony ... and holding his hand she took him to the sitting room. They went into the kitchen where a parrot was pecking into a sunflower seed.
(24) - Good Morning! Currupaco! Hi Mrs. Chiquita! Good Morning, Silvanaaaaa! It’s time, Currupaco, scarlet macaw! How are you, how are you, are you, are you? While the parrot was talking she went to the room to get some books. He sat down while he waited, feeling a bit worried, if her mother woke up, it would be a “God help us” situation! She came back with a Julio Verne book. “A Trip to The Bottom of The Sea.” - I need to do an essay about this book and the drawings of the UFO’s precisely to show who Julio Verne was. Would you do it for me? How much will it cost? When will it be ready? - Apparently that will not be a hard job, because the book cover shows perfectly Julio Verne`s adventures, I’ll do the job, don’t you worry. Did you get the invitation for the filming? - Yes, I did, did you get one too?
- We got one, because the Heart of Jesus’ highschool is going to pass the film, on Easter Sunday I was chosen to “direct” a Julio Mazzeto production. There will be two cameras, all the lights, Natural scenery, because there are live scenes in the Tágua street, in Mr. Mane’s house in the country, it would look really nice with you on the piano. The conductor Carezzato will be there too in order to orient the sound track. (25) She looked at him in a very admired way. - Goodness! You know a lot about this matter and you’re still so young. I think that if you read Julio Verne you would fly. - I read the whole collection when I was ill. - Did you? Oh well! What else did you read? - Well! As I had to stay six months in bed because of a nephritis, I read from “THE TREASURE OF YOUTH” till “GUEST HOUSE, THE BEEHIVE, THE MISERABLE, MEMORIES OF A DUNGEON, THE LUSIAD`S; DOM QUIXOTE” well ... almost the entire Library including the UNIVERSAL LELLO. - Did your father let you? You read alot didn’t he get impressed? Were you prepared to read all that? Were you?
And her angelical and also malicious look was taking over that peachy soft face. - You know what it’s like, six months in bed, with no right to anything, parents always get worried and let us do what we like ... Do you understand? I can’t see anything out of normal in it, anyway, on the other day I saw John Herbert and Eva Wilma kissing on television, did you see it? It was on the “alô doçura” soap opera ... what a kiss! Did you see it? - No ... - It was a movie kiss, long and full of caress, and even with love! Incredible! Her hands automatically touched his, he felt the heat go up again, her delicate feet touched his legs (he was wearing short trousers), they went up, everything went up, up, up ... their hands met, their eyes were burning, she wanted it much more than he did, he wanted it, but he was afraid, her Mother was asleep ... wanting what? The kiss from the movie? Then they decided to leave the table and go to the fridge to get some clabber. The door opened ... the cold light hugged them both, they were very close to each other, on that day she was wearing a see-through and very short “baby-doll”. His penis got so hard that it seemed as if it was going to explode, she felt that hardness and with her delicate pianist hand she touched him, she turned around while her other hand was holding the clabber and kissed him. A warm kiss, sweetly perfumed, her pink breasts touching his 13 year old body, uplifted breasts, hard, sexy ... When, inebriated, he started to hug her in a stronger way she got away from him. - No, my mother is sleeping. They came back down to Earth. Then they sat down, still shaking from excitement, on the dining room table, they started to eat the clabber and to smile, a very naughty smile, full of maliciousness and life! 15 and 13 years old, every time he went there he knew that something was going to happen one day ... his throat was still not back to normal, something was blocking it, the clabber would not go down, everything was still going round ... what a feeling!!! - Sweetheart!!! It was her mother who had just woken up, calling her from the room. - What is it Mummy? - Who is in there? Before he even had time to think or to blink his eyes, she answered: (26) - It is Mrs. Marianna`s son, he came here so that we could study together about Julio Verne, the History teacher, Mrs. Raquel, told us to read a bit about him, he is going to help me to do the drawings because we are going to get a grade on the drawings too. - Bring me the jar of filtered water and some coffee with toast. - OK - I’m leaving!
- No, stay a bit more, my mother only gets out of bed at 11.30, make yourself at home ... Fearful of making any “big mistake” ... she got up, went to the kitchen and came back with a pair of Lee jeans which she had put in the laundry room and a school blouse. He smiled, have you imagined if her mother had seen them? She was in a “baby-doll” ... He left after they arranged the filming with her playing the piano. It would be on a week day’s afternoon, when her mother wasn’t there to interrupt the scenes. They made all the preparations. He took the Julio Verne book with him and said goodbye. When he touched her hand by the door on the last floor she pulled him toward her and kissed her again. Tchau! He went down the stairs as if he was floating. She seemed as if she were a Goddess in his mind ... How tasteful! How tasteful she was! What a feeling! A hard feeling! It was beautiful for him, a flying feeling, of a spaceship, not a dirty kind of thing, he felt it hard, but it was too good to be dirty. He got home and went into his own little world, he could feel the warmth of her lips on his mouth, he locked the door, turned inside out a pile of old magazines and finally found what he was looking for. A magazine which he had once found and that only had nude women inside. All of them in classical poses, delicious Americans, sexy French girls, very sexy. He put the lampshade closer to where he was laying down, he took of his short trousers, imagined her in front of him in a baby doll ... he opened the colourful magazine, page by page, back to front, front to back ... he came and went ... it heated up his whole small world ... he caressed his own skin, his penis, the French girls, the American girls ... HER! He experienced the pleasure once, twice, three times ... a small itching which sometimes suffocated ... She went in and out of his world ... he fell asleep with her dancing in his dreams only dressed in a “baby doll”, there in the basement, all decorated for her ... The filming didn’t even happen, because her Mother didn’t approve the “great idea”, her father wouldn’t like to see his daughter in the cinema, even if it was a film about school and a traditional street of a São Paulo neighbourhood. Many times he had gone back to the apartment to eat clabber and to get some fur on his tongue, because it would not go further than that, she was a virgin and he wouldn’t even dream about “running that over” what they did until then was very good ... until one day when he got to the building’s front door and saw her going up the stairs with a “guy”. He was a young boy about 23. - Hi, this is Plínio! ... everything that had been sweet was over now ... she stayed in his mind going up the stairs with Plínio. One day he met her in Parapitingui street, she was carrying her books. Hi! You’ve been disappeared! What happened? Have you got fed up of the clabber? Or are you mad at me? She grabbed his hand and they started going up, the heat was going up too, they reached the building door, the building was named after his grandmother “EDIFICIO DONA OLINDA”. The same name as the girl’s mother, would it be a coincidence? - Would you like to come upstairs? - No, I need to study maths I’ve got an exam tomorrow.
- All right ... pass by some day. She kissed him on the cheek. He didn’t see her for a long time because he went to study to a boarding school for five years. But the dark complexioned young girl from São Jose street never left his mind; one day he was with a class carrying a balloon, that they had caught in the farm and there she was on the balcony. He stopped and with a noble gesture, he gave her the BALLOON. She smiled and called him ... - Come here! He went ... - How did you catch it? He sat down on one of the steps of the house, put the balloon on the balcony floor and took off his hat that he had got from uncle Jarbas ... - Well, we were trying to fly a kite when suddenly I looked into the sky and saw the balloon coming out from the middle of the clouds, Toto started barking and jumping more than when he saw a bitch. We all started running across the winter pasture until we heard some shouting coming from behind us, it was a class from Almeida street. They were Alemão, João Cuco, Mosquito, an enormous class; just me, Dago and Toto, our great Toto, ran jumping the swamps and thickets, we crossed the entire forest, the snakes were crawling all over the place, I stood on top of a large stone full of slime and saw the balloon. It was going toward the Easter Arborvitae. Behind me they were all screaming. Dago twisted his ankle, but he was still running. Toto was barking and biting the enemies and Duque, the blind and mangy dog of theirs. I went up the tree as if I were a Saki monkey, when I had gone up half of the tree I heard the balloon hit on of it’s branches. I went up three more branches and grabbed it, thank God the torch wasn’t lit, it was the fog that slowly put it off, little by little I folded it and then I realised that it was bigger than me! When I had folded it all up I put it under my arm and started to go down, about 40 metres, I was really up high and I hadn’t even realised that I had gone so far up. And the emotion. Down there the shouting started again. Dago alone managed to call the entire class’ attention with an enormous scream. That was when I thought: let’s give the Almeida street class a lesson ... “Let’s all get together and let the balloon go”, I shouted from the top. They all looked at me and thought it was a good idea. When I reached the floor, they all carried me on their shoulders. We had a great time. Now we are going to Mr. Patrick’s garage, to make a new torch and to put some patches on the balloon . She listened to him the whole time, silent and curious for what he had done, he was so courageous, she thought ... - Congratulations! When are you going to let it go? - This evening in front of this building, dedicated to you, are you all right with that? - Dedicated to me? - Yes!!!
(28) She smiled, he did too and love was born for both of them ... It was three months of school holiday that were worth a lifetime ... The first day was at the Ipe cinema, watching the Zorro session, with the money that he had got from fixing carting in the fair, she was sitting next to him, their hands were together, her Indian smell, the parties where they hid and kissed where nobody could see, the short walks to the TREE NURSERY in MARIA FUMAÇA with Mr. Patricio and his wife looking after the kids, she even took some food so that they could have a picnic by the great lake. Three months of pure love, childish love, young love, spiritual and dream love, full of comings and goings to the pinnacles of the Universe with only one look from IDINHA ... his first girlfriend. Without the maliciousness of flesh which rotten`s and forgets, true love like the Universe itself, that for millions of years perpetuates the Peace of the divine existence without molesting anybody, the kind of Love that takes you to school and to the cinema, or the Love of picking a flower and offering it with a kiss ... A kind of Love that we no longer see nowadays, because men are ashamed of showing that they love someone ... A Love which belonged to two people who chose each other just to dream. One day his cold and calculist burgher father, passed by the fair with his shitty convertible Mercury 51 and saw him ... - Edison!!! The shout echoed in his ears, he ran with the wheelbarrow till he couldn’t run any more, he made the deliveries to the German lady in São Pedro street, he asked Dago to look after the wheelbarrow, he ran across the winter pasture, reached his Grandmother’s house, who was blind of one eye and as humble as Saint Francis ... she was crying ... The grandmother who he loved so much was crying ... why? - What is it grandmother? - Your father passed here and told me to pack your things because you are never going to pass your holidays here, he said that I don’t know how to educate you; “I have never seen anybody make carting in the fair”, that’s what he said, I always thought that you liked making carting, that it was good for your life to learn those practical and healthful things. You will never pass your holidays here with me again. - Never again?!!! And so it happened, during his childhood and youth, he never went to stay at his grandmother’s for the holidays, he never saw Idinha again. Life lost its sense, he studied in a boarding school for five years, then he went to the Military Academy, when he was about to be an officer he got revolted against the system, he went to live at the beach, turned himself into a warrior, a revolted person who fought against everything and everyone. Apparently he was happy, but deep down inside was the image of his first girlfriend. Everything had lost its reason of being. In the beginning his father forced him to spend some holidays at the Palace Hotel in Poços de Caldas. As sad as a little bird, that has lost its nestling, he got ill; he caught a Nephritis and stayed in bed for six months. His mother was worried about him and his
five brothers and sisters didn’t know what to do because their father was a dictatorial and nobody could go against him ... he lived with his family until he was twelve years old, then he went to a boarding school; the school of arts; the Army Cadet School together with the revolution of the year of 64 which made him revolted; then came the beach; the harbour; the prostitutes; the drugs; the fishermen, a world where nobody lived with such unselfishness and intensity ... deep, deep down inside he wanted IDINHA. He hadn’t seen her for a long time. (29) Now he was 44 years old, and in Rondonópolis - Mato Grosso after travelling across great part of God’s world, he got married, got divorced, the marriage lasted one day, his wife was a materialist, he was a dreamer, a Poet, a Composer, he worked as a creation director for the local T.V. Globo, he was “just living”, as he used to say, living a tasteless life, but it was a novelty and novelties attracted him, he did not sign contracts, the people did not pay him, he hated that, and sometimes he just disappeared and went to the hotel ... he had been in so many hotels in his whole life, it was enough to start a big tourism company ... money wouldn’t buy him, what he really liked doing was to COURT, with every single letter and dream ... He had met lots of interesting people in his life ... 44 years is a life ... the age of the WOLF and what a Wolf!!! The owner of the hotel was a friend of his, Lima, Limao was his nickname, they sat at the Hotel Esplanade and stayed there remembering São Paulo, the Highschool, the Priests, talking about horses, farms ... on that day he was talking about the people who made the EXPO AGRO and who would pass by there to take him to Cuiabá where he had lived for the last three years. There, he wrote “Chapada Aqui, Pantanal Há Lá”, and he also found out that there was the biggest Political Oligarchy he had ever seen, with four families dominating the population, with no hesitation. He met DANTE DE OLIVEIRA, who had been a minister and was now the Mayor of Cuiabá, lots of wrong things were going on there and he didn’t like that, for that motive he published the book criticising POWER. The people from the Agrarian Exposition didn’t come to pick him up, so he stayed in Rondonópolis, once again, they had disappeared. He didn’t care, he knew something new would appear again. As a Creation Director he was very requested by lots of people, but ever since he had become THE PINCINGUABA HERMIT, he had never again had Terrestrial ambitions, he lost his mind and for that reason he lost THAIS, a Platonic love that he had met in the Mountains and ever since that time he had only had a few sexual and drunken affairs which didn’t take him anywhere and only left him worse than he was in the beginning. So he stayed at home, he didn’t leave the house, Mrs. Maria who looked after the house talked alot with him as if he were a son of hers ... “You are a very nice and educated boy, you should stop drinking ...” at that moment, he agreed, but at night he went back to the cheap saloon where he was THE POET ... he wrote, sang, disturbed, even the well-dressed politicians were getting fed up of him, he spoke like a Lion. He was Famous NATION-WIDE, he had already been shot in
the Revolution of 1964 and had not died, many women admired him, because he was the image of the Romantic man dressed in a suit, a guy who doesn’t know what to do to please a friend and he didn’t have that sex drive in his head all the time, he was really a great friend, a dreamer who made lots of dreams come true, lots of Enterprises grew because of his dynamism. He had just finished making the “ZERO TO ZERO” for a journalist who vibrated as he saw the SLOGAN “ZERO TO ZERO - THE GOAL THAT WAS MISSING”... He had made some pictorial maps of the Exposition, in the Expo Agro, and was waiting for God knows what! - Poet, Poet, come here Poet! ... He was making his own dinner. - Stop that and come over here! (30) It was MR. ANTONIO, an old farmer who liked him very much and incited him into writing, reading, talking about Mato Grosso ... the most interesting of all was that this simple man, wearing a felt and dirty old hat, with large trousers, boots and a belt, looked perfect for a character in one of his films ... even the way he talked was sweet and full of life. - What is it Mr. Antonio? - Come with me young man. He left his plate full of food on top of the restaurant table and off he went as if he were taken by MR. Antonio, as they were going out, Mrs. Elsa, the owner of the Lusitano Hotel, asked: - Aren’t you going to eat, Poet? Your food will get cold, my son, come and eat ... - I`ll be right back Mrs. Elsa, Put it into the oven for me, would you please! That tall and well dressed lady, knew people like her own hands and she knew that he was a very valuable man, who had disappointed himself with the things of this Planet, but who had great importance to others, he was noble and simple. “Did that Mr. Antonio have to come here now?!?” They crossed the street and on the other side by a small tavern table were two young girls ... - It’s him, THE Poet. The two girls looked at the very well known “Poet” ... Fat, With a beard, strong and sincere hands, naughty smile, dark complexion and full of dreams in his eyes ... - Hi, how are you? I’m Doris. - I’m ILA. So you are a Poet! Her Portuguese accent and her beautiful smile made him a bit perplexed, because in Mato Grosso it was very hard to find beautiful people and, for him, beauty was of great importance it didn’t limit itself to a pretty face or a nice body. - She is also a journalist. Mr. Antonio was speaking very simply as if she were a Goddess, and by that tone of voice she had, she was nothing less. One of the girls, Doris was
totally crazy, or was foul-mouthed and audacious. Ila, on the other hand was polite, educated, very light complexion, long blond and shoulder-bladed hair. They talked about television, poetry, a program which they had created in Mato Grosso and that would be on T.V. soon, till he woke up in a bus on his way to Campo Grande, with the Portuguese blond by his side, I flew, he shouted! Once again, life had played a trick on him, where was he going? It wasn’t worth asking himself, because there he was in the middle of the night going South. He remembered the trip to the Amazon, the group of film-makers, the comings and goings to the great Humboldt Amazon rain forest, which he had known by books and magazines, the uncontrolled corruption, Jacques Cousteau, the scientist who the world supported, whilst in Brazil, one could not even get the books to investigate, the SANTO DAIME, the electoral campaign of 86, THOMAZ GREEN MORTHON, the global actrice`s guru, RA! (31) There he was again in Campo Grande, MATO GROSSO STATE. When he went there for the first time he had to mortgage a golden “Vacheron Constantine” for a “gun barrel” which he had taken in 1979, he didn’t even like to recall that, it had been traumatising. He managed to get back to São Paulo, but the system which he had been against for a long time now kept on bothering him and the interesting part is that, without knowing he had gone back to the town where he began his trips around this great World. Campinas, where a lady who had a restaurant said he was a great spirit of light and that his life would change when he least expected. There, he met Beatrice, a friend who was travelling with him, taking care of the part of the exportation of a big group. Both of them stayed a few days in Campinas until they met MR. Guido, the owner of a civil registry, who was a very good friend of his and who told him: - You have left many people well in life and you are now very Stressed, why don’t you come with me this week-end to Pincinguaba? It was the second time, for six years that someone had made the very same invitation, he thought about the possibility of going. In the evening when he went to Titia`s Restaurant, he spoke to Mrs. Maria the spiritual lady, he drank a few beers and suddenly he stood up and said “I AM GOING TO BE THE MAN OF THE MOUNTAIN”. Everyone looked very surprised, what did he mean by that? The eldest daughter, a brunette drew a doll on a piece of paper and said to him: “you will be THE HERMIT, like this small doll.” The picture represented a doll with three threads of long hair, sitting on it’s own legs looking into the infinite space. He looked at the picture, ordered another beer, and celebrated his new clothing. On Thursday night he drank a lot and asked Beatrice to wake him up on Friday morning, because he was going to his MOUNTAIN. She smiled,
because she knew he had drunk alot, but in his subconscious something alerted him as if he really had to go to that MOUNTAIN.
(32) WHO ARE YOU? Who are you whom we call great GURU? For me you came this way. Sometimes I feel you mourning wanting to protect me but sometimes I feel you are the plague, eating my heart away. You are in that way a great good for me that purifies, teaches, and is also an evil that warns me, fascinates me, but is mortal to me. In this blending of electrons and protons you neutralise yourself and that alucinates me because it is abstract and the treatment I had dissolved like dust, I stood alone on this cloud of poetry. But still I am happy because, if I am MAGA, I know, that it is no fantasy and THE POET comes back, he always comes back as day turns light. Maga - 1989 (33) Friday soon arrived, he woke up startled, looked at his watch, it was already 9 o’clock, he had never woken up so late, he jumped out of bed, railed at Beatrice, who did not wake him up, had his bath, phoned the Baron Geraldo’s civil registry and Mr. Guido’s daughter, Maria Celia told him they had left. He asked Maria Celia the name of the mountain where they had gone, in which region it was and went quickly down to the café, with all his luggage. Beatrice couldn’t understand, they had planned doing all the exportation job, get lots of money for it, build a “BRIDGE” between Viracopos and São Paulo to the Exterior. Before he knew it he was on the road between UBATUBA AND
PARATY. He drove like a zombie with a hang-over, and focused on getting to PICINGUABA. He was on an asphalt carpet where the car showed off it’s top speed, before reaching “PICINGUABA”. He rejoiced when they finally reached a small earthy road, a river was going it’s way to the Sea, on the right there was a Mountain which shaded the road at that time of day, lots of trees made the scene of Mata Atlantica , they were between the Serra do Mar and Mata Atlantica with it’s coasts, empty beaches, fresh water rivers, waterfalls, various birds ... they were in the month of August, in a months time he would be 35 years old, beside him was Beatrice, the friend and companion for many months of trips and crazy things against the System, against the ones who wanted to win alot of money and didn’t want to live, he did not notice that he was “flying”. The place seduced him alot. Going on through the earthy road, he found a thin man, with glasses, an old hat, sandals, he had a hoe in his hands and a bag with a few things inside and God knows what he had in the other hand. - Do you know where Mr. Guido lives? The man stopped, took off his hat, dried off the sweat from his face, breathed a bit and said: - “It’s all this”... - All of it? And where is the house where he usually stays? - I’m going that way, if you wish I can show you better. - OK, come on inside ... Opening the door, the Miner, as people nicknamed him, went into the back seat and on they went another 4 Kilometres on the earthy road, which was completely surrounded by green, with no house in sight, only a few plantations of manioc and green beans made them believe there really were people living nearby. They started going up a very steep hill which made the car skid a few times, but which showed them the most beautiful sight he had seen in the last few years. THE SEA and the infinite. On the right, there was the Atlantic Ocean with all it’s islands, enormous beaches where he slowly left his coming back ... small islands nearby let the seagulls and the fishermen swim in the clear waters ... On the left Centenarian Trees showed, that Man had not planted there his force of destruction. The sky was blue, blue; a sense of peace invaded them, they were woken up by the Miner: - Down there is the village and Mr. Guido`s house, I’m staying here because I still have to pick up some manioc for dinner. (34) They opened the car door, the Miner stepped out of the car, put his hat back on - Thank you very much, if you need anything just call “THE MINER”. See you!! They both looked at each other, she smiled ... “YOU’RE CRAZY” - he had only now understood that she had come with him ... how crazy, how did this all happen? His surprising turn of events frightened everyone who knew him ...
Maybe for that motive the people who were used to having every detail perfectly combined didn’t understand him. They became weary of him, this life of everything in the right place, at the right time, without imagination, without dreams, without adventure, was no life for him. BEATRIZ smiled, - YOU ARE CRAZY!! The landscape was worth all the craziness in the world. PEACE! LOVE! LIFE! NATURE! It was all there. They started to go down the MOUNTAIN on the wet earthy road, the car skidded, it wasn’t worth slowing down, putting on the first gear and slowly going down wasn’t enough, the car was still skidding, he was being very careful, because if he went slightly to the right they would fall about 100 metres into the sea, if he went to the left they would be stuck in the enormous ravine of the Great Mountain that was sheltering them, like walls from the inside of a Whale ... again he shouted: HOW WONDERFUL! Down there, between the mountain and the Sea, there was a plateau where a few wood houses, looked as if they had come out of a Nativity Scene. Some canoes and a few fishing boats made a beautiful scene which he had never seen, it reminded him of something, but he didn’t know what. They kept on going down and getting closer, until they were on the beach where fishermen were putting their nets to dry and the canoes were turned upside down ready to go to sea. He stopped the car under a tree, got out, took off his shoes, shirt, trousers, he was wearing swimming trunks, he ran as fast as he could and dived into the clear and inviting Sea. A soft dive into the waves, he kept on going down to the bottom of the sea, which seemed as if it were further and further away, it looked like a blue, blue swimming pool. His curly hair, his wide thorax, strong legs, arms (which had “worked hard” as a professional swimmer for important clubs like “O PINHEIROS” and “BANESPA”), were being massaged by the waves, which absorbed him as if he were a fish. What a lovely feeling! He stopped swimming, and stood up with water up to his shoulders, he looked at the beach and was very surprised. The big mountain was all dressed in green, it was shaped like a big ship with one house here and another house there, a small church on the left side, the coast was full of big stones with animal shapes, turtles, elephants, dinosaurs, butterflies, an enormous range of imaginary shapes, he thought it might be a “hang over” effect, but he was wrong, it wasn’t, the shapes were constantly there, the fishermen’s village, the nets, the fishing boats, trawlers, enormous long and narrow fishing boats which swayed with the waves, canoes where the children would check out if there was any fish, they would row to the fishing nets; the waves were slowly taking him to the beach where Beatrice, who was already dressed with a blouse and some shorts, was wetting her feet ... - So, are you enjoying yourself? - It’s beautiful, it seems as if I’m in another world, what a lovely place, what’s it called? (35) - PINCINGUABA ... my MOUNTAIN ... he smiled as he walked towards one of the houses where there was an old tin plate which read: “Antarctica”. A
dark green eyed man, with burnt and wrinkled skin, white hair and yellow teeth was already waiting for him as if he could read his mind he said: - “A beer? We also have fried fish”. He went into the other room where an “Isopor” Freezer, an old parrot, a worn out net where a child was sleeping, a firewood stove, lots of Manioc in bags, a few toys and biscuits made it look as if they were going to have a sale there. The man came back with the beer, he took out two glasses from under the improvised counter which had an old door which looked as if it were one hundred years old, and put the glasses under running water, he opened the beer: - You may serve, each person has their own taste, would you like some fried fish? He took out a third glass and after Bia and himself had been served, the old man served himself and said: - “Welcome, this one is on me!” And he took an big swig which made his moustache go all white and he looked at them smiling. - “It has been a few days since somebody from town came here, where are you going to stay?” - Do you know Mr. Guido? Rufino was the name of that trading fisherman, he looked into the house, he looked to the sides as if he was checking out the atmosphere, looked deep into their eyes and said: - “Who doesn’t know him? He is the boss around here, everything here is his, everything! He started out by buying pieces of land, then he bought “Bidicho`s” house who makes the Church doors for the priest, then it was old man “Julio`s” turn to sell his house, after that it was the “Beata”, the very devout woman, who got involved with him and was almost left with no house or anything, that was when he built that big house back there and nobody else was left in peace ... He buys and sells, this used to be so calm around here! Even the Parish Priest was involved in this story of pieces of land and everybody started giving away their pieces of land to church, let alone the problem with the “Caixa Economica” Bank on the “Fazenda” beach!! - It looks as if those ass-holes have already started to destroy everything here too. - “You won’t believe it when you find out the truth, just so that you can have an idea there are people here who win money breaking stones to build mansions for people who don’t even pay the fish to the fishermen, there are others like Fernando Henrique who continue living in a small fisherman’s house without bothering anybody and there is still Splice who is building 3 mansions, somebody has to stop this around here”. They went on drinking beer, he sat down on a big rock and looked at the Sea, he had the feeling he had already lived there. Bia was looking for seashells on the sand, the sea was kissing her barefoot, a flag tailed dog, was playing with a crab which was being stubborn on going into the sand it was digging, the palm trees on the top of the mountain were swaying, it was going to be windy, the boats that were anchored gave a slight touch of Romanticism, the men who had just
come back from the sea were making love to their wives who had been waiting for them for months ... the silence was only broken by the dogs barking that one time or another started to show off their abilities, the sound of the Sea hitting the beach ... suddenly a honk woke him up from his dreams. It was Mr. Guido`s truck. He was with his wife, Mrs. Nura ... he parked the truck between the trees and stepped down greeting the men and children who were coming in his direction. (36) He was extremely tall and all those people looked like pygmies by his side, he had white hair, light eyes and an intelligent look, he was a good man. Of course as he was the owner of the civil registry he would take advantage of all the opportunities which fell into his hands and PICINGUABA, of course, was one of them. He sat down thinking about it, Mr. Guido talked to Jonas the fisherman who commanded the village and to Rufino, the old man who served the beers, he approached Bia, said hello smiling, Bia pointed where he was sitting down and Mr. Guido went towards him. - So what do you think about this Paradise? - Just as you say ... A PARADISE ... - Let’s go home, have a bath, and prepare dinner or would you prefer to stay here? Without answering he started to remember how he had met Mr. Guido ... it had been in 1972 when he had gone there to give them a photocopy machine for the civil registry. He had met his beautiful daughter Maria Celia and for a long time he went and came to Campinas, but he had never imagined that one day they would make a trip like this one, to a paradise place, full of dreams and Nature. Mr. Guido was very strong, he collected old cars, he directed the registry and the Petrol station, he also had lots of pieces of land near UNICAMP and he was surprised to be invited by Mr. Guido to spend some time on the beach, with him and his wife ... who was very strict and energetic ... he was recalling all those things when he heard Bia speaking to him: - Aren’t we going? Hey! Where are you? Bia was very worried because she had never seen him so “turned out from the world”, even though he was used to drinking alot, singing alot, living as a Bohemian who doesn’t care about anything, he had made many of his dreams come true, like being Manager of a Multinational enterprise. He was the finest of men whom he had met, friend and companion on trips, wherever he went he dominated the atmosphere and she did her own work without even blinking, because he trusted her decisions completely and there at that moment, it seemed as if he wasn’t even listening to her ... - What did you say? - Aren’t we going to the farm house to have a bath? I really need one, this trip killed me, you didn’t even speak to me, you drove as a mad man, I was extremely nervous, and you were always drinking at every Petrol station you stop at, as if the world were going to end, it made you crazy ... what happened?
- Nothing, let’s go because I want to have a bath too and I want to have a serious chat with Mr. Guido.
(37) He didn’t know what had happened, but at the same time, in the same restaurant where everything had begun, a lady with bright eyes and a lively spirit was smiling, because she knew another spirit was finding it’s way here on Earth. In his pocket, at that moment he was chatting with Mr. GUIDO, after having a bath and packing his things, in an ample room that Mrs. Nura had reserved for him, was the picture of the doll sitting on it’s own legs looking into the infinite ... “THE HERMIT” ... He remembered that the dark complexioned girl had said she wanted to build a boat and she was surprised when he said that on the next morning they would visit a friend who owned LEVERFORT and no-one better than him to give a “hint” about boats ... On the next day, they went to Leverfort and met good old JIMMY ..., a blond boy, bright eyes, weak beard, a smile that made him look as if he felt well with himself and with God ... - Hi Jimmy!, this is my friend, Mrs. Nura`s daughter from the Restaurant, she wants to build a boat, I remembered you, anyway I think that if you can’t solve her problem, who can? Jimmy smiled, because everything he did was very simple and he didn’t know if the boat the girl wanted was complicated or not! - OK, let’s go to the back shed where I have a prototype of “Pantaneira” which I am testing and while I test it we can talk about the wonderful boat your friend is interested in building ... do you know which material you will be using? - Wood. I want a wooden boat, like a fishing boat I saw at Bahia. It’s my dream and I know it’s going to come true. - Why don’t you buy one, then? It’s much easier and practical. - First of all, because I don’t have enough money to buy one of those boats and because I want a boat with “MY” energy. She spoke with such conviction that they were convinced she would work night and day until she had that boat. They visited the factory, Jimmy almost knocked down a pilaster testing the Pantaneiro boat, because everybody knows that boat flies and it needs a very high speed for direction, it has a rudder which directs it but it is an out of water rudder not a submerse low speed one, it tends to go to the sides and that was exactly what made the boat hit the sustaining pilasters of that big shed. The first time, it just scratched, on the second time it really hit. Jimmy was smiling when he came out of the boat, he always smiled, he had already had a heart operation, he tried building a Saphena bridge but he wasn’t good at it, he was a young boy with great vitality. He explained to her that he could build a cement boat which would float and would be much cheaper than the wooden one, she wrote everything down very carefully. They went back to the place in Paulinia satisfied with the visit to the boat factory ... In the
meanwhile at Picinguaba, while Mr. Guido spoke about the farm, which had 150 alqueires(1), a few caretakers, lots to do and not very many people interested in helping, he looked at the paper with the drawing of the “HERMIT” and asked himself when would the boat be ready? He came back from his mental voyage and paid attention to Mr. Guido who was now wearing a straw hat, Lee jeans, boots and was messing around with a pliers and a metal ring which was used for blocking tubes or tube junctions. - Come upstairs with me, I have to join a tube which has got loose, people around here only know how to use things, when something breaks we have to fix it, they don’t want to learn anything, they just go fishing, planting and picking manioc, making flour and eating it with banana. Fish with banana is what they call “BLUE MARINE”... They went up the mountain between the old country houses which made a village that we couldn’t see from the beach, because the tall trees hid everything. It was a very interesting place, as they passed by people came to their windows saying hello to Mr. Guido, throwing corn to the hens and showing a cold smile to “Mr. Guido`s friend”. They reached a big concrete box filled with water. “I made that” said Mr. Guido: - Do me a favour, pass me that tube which has fallen into the bushes by the left side of the box, I will go up a bit more, because the loose end is up there and then you can pass me the tube, do you understand? - Yes Sir. On that day his job in Picinguaba started, he would be Mr. Guido`s business partner. He was going to set up a Camping Site, a small bar, they were going to build some Swiss cottages and everything would be wonderful. They were having dinner and talking over those matters. It was on Sunday that Bia said: - Aren’t you going back to Campinas? - I’m not going back to Campinas nor to São Paulo. I am going to be the “PICINGUABA HERMIT”; everybody laughed, except for Mrs. Nura who rarely laughed of anything and who was thinking that he was just another “adventurer” who would go to the beaches, eat alot and do nothing at all ... (39) The Hermit really came true, he built a small bar all made of wood on the outside of the village, by the bend of the river, he built a waterfront
(1) Measure of area, varying according to the locality.
warehouse with Bidicho and Mr. Guido, with 30 stakes which would go to the middle of the river letting the people sunbathe in the Peace of that very calm river. The caretakers got together: Guimarães, Zé Pedro, Ary, Dito Baita, Dedé, Bidicho, the fishermen and the people from the village; slowly the “Hermit Ranch” was transformed into the men’s meeting point, the ones who couldn’t drink in the village, nor do whatever they wished. They lived under the judging of the Parish Priest and of their wives, all of them “believers”. One day the Parish Priest went to the Hermit Ranch to tell The Hermit to be careful with his sheep, and left as angry as could be.
- You have already taken their lands and now what? Do you want to exhaust my patience? I don’t believe in your words, God is inside all of us and not in the small money bag or in the Bible that you give away for free just to make those poor people believe in you. Those people work from morning till night and don’t they even have the right to live in Peace?! Go away! The Priest went along the small road, he was very angry and with no morality. The whole village found out about that argument, it had already been six months since “THE HERMIT” was living there and lots of things had changed, they sang and played the guitar in groups for the tourists, they drank alot and what used to be a sin for them grew too much. One day a couple arrived at the ranch and watched THE HERMIT for a month, they never paid anything, nor did he have the habit of charging anything. They were a Chilean couple and they were startled to find beer, ice-creams, lots of food and a thin bearded man speaking Spanish, in the middle of the woods; THE HERMIT was quite a figure ... he had long hair, bright eyes, he was very thin but with a strength that nobody dared to test because there had been a day when he himself had put an end to a fight between some fishermen which had been going on for two years; he made them all friends again. This characteristic of his was veiled, he hated people with long faces and with no sense of humour. Life had taught him to get rid of the incompetent and cranky people. He had decided to live alone, without a wife, without anybody to change his way of being; only the trees, the birds and the mountain could satisfy his needs of life. He was a very respected person, even though he was very fun-loving. He sang and played songs with “Grilo”, a young boy from Lorena who arrived with a small group: Nelson, Inês, Paulinho and another couple. There was lots of music and lots of love whenever that group was around. Love for Nature, for music, for Love ... the fishermen enjoyed it very much. THE HERMIT enjoyed drinking beer and pure “Cachaça”(1) but never did they do anything wrong except cultivating Nature and Love ... After a bit more than a year living there, he was invited to sing in Paraty and he decided to accept the invitation, it was the film festival that would take place there. He hadn’t been to town for more than a year, what would it be like? It had been a long time since he had worn real clothes, he had only been wearing shorts and sometimes a poncho made from pieces of net from the State of Ceará. His image was of a modern Monk, who could speak many languages, he loved nature and he longed for the day his “MUSE” would come, his female companion who could share with him all
(1) Raw white rum
the secrets that only he knew, since the very first live atom which created the UNIVERSE, to the submerged caves which he knew on the coasts ... a real Hermit doesn’t think about having a wife, but he wanted a GIRLFRIEND and in his ranch, where there were some pieces of wood, there were some written things on the computer and one of the pieces read the following: IN THE INSIDE OF A WOMAN WE HAVE ALL BEEN ONE DAY, BY MAKING LOVE WE SHALL GO BACK OR, WITHOUT INTENT WE SHALL DESTROY EVERYTHING.
In a time when liberalism had taken over youth, a thought like that one, was considered something incoherent, but he didn’t permit himself in having “SEX” he would only make LOVE. Even Mrs. Beata was surprised one day, by his behaviour and told him he should better find a young girl for himself in the village and start his life ... THE HERMIT already belonged to Picinguaba, everybody liked him, even the ones who thought he was a bit crazy felt his energy, he had “healed” some people with his faith, they even lit some candles at his ranch for him, because they believed he was the Messenger. The Chilean couple told him he had “special powers” and that whenever he wanted he could look for them in Rio de Janeiro where the Fisher and Hoffman process would teach him how to live with his potentialities, they thought he would live a lot better than he had been living until now. His greatest fault was: “not seeing faults in anybody” and other people thought he had nothing in life, because of this fault. Only the HERMIT could really understand the Hermit, as a matter of fact, only people can understand people, when we isolate ourselves, each person’s inherent potentialities starts to outcrop unpurposedely and everything that was imposed to us starts to dilute like the flooding water, anyway that’s the right way ... When we sweat we throw out everything that bothers us ... especially things from the Mind, that minds. (41) Nobody could believe that behind that aspect of isolation, self-contemplation, love for Nature, real love not the utopia of preserving the tree and forgetting one’s own human nature ... HUMAN AGE ... was a 35 year old man who had already owned a Mercedes, directed a Multinational enterprise, voyaged across great part of this world, spoke a few languages and had always in his life been unfastened from every Material thing in life. The Hermit was born the Hermit, he had lived millenniums in space studying UNIVERSALITY and suddenly he disrespected a universal law and incarnated again on EARTH. He knew all of that when he lived in town, but the great truth came there in Picinguaba, there he returned to the origin of the first living atom and revealed everything again ... NEW MIND ... UNIQUE MIND ... THE SO TALKED ABOUT and unknown GOD who lives in each one of us thanks to the Atomicity of all beings, because when it comes to atoms, nothing is NOTHING ... NOTHING! The trip to Paraty took place after a lift in a jeep which belonged to some people who went to Picinguaba. They camped at the Hermit’s Ranch and took him and his guitar to Paraty. As soon as he got there he visited BETH, a blond girl who owned a restaurant, he met some friends like LEON, GABRIEL, Lucia from Barra do Pirai(Interior of Rio de Janeiro), Mazinho, Abel ... and many more who he had not seen for a long time and had met him when he still lived among the civilisation. LEON treated him very respectfully, on that night they drank and sang by the river in “Leon’s Burg”, a very augmented straw-thatched hut which was “on air” for 24 hours.
Leon was very ugly, physically, but as a PERSON he was beautiful. He was considered patrimony to Paraty, he was a hospital orderly and “Leon’s Burg” was just a HOBBY, everything that happened there was very interesting. THE FILM FESTIVAL was a success and the opening had one of the HERMIT’S monologue which spoke about a snake that had eaten it’s thrushes, the way he transmitted his messages to people was interesting. “Mother Nature prefers the snake to eat it’s brood than men locking them up just to hear them sing”. After the monologue he sang a song dedicated to the sun and thanked Saint Rita for granting the Church Altar so that he could express how good it was to live in his MOUNTAIN. (42) After presenting the films the people gathered round the HERMIT and started asking where his mountain was, he answered: “It’s 6 mountains away from here!” Nobody understood ... he stayed in Paraty for a month, he met Alfred, the French man. A man (who he later found out was FERNANDO GABEIRA), gave him a black satin shirt with a dragon on the back, he remained in that magic town as if he were a tramp, he arrived there with some white clothes and a guitar ... his clothes were stolen, he gave his guitar to Beth, the disappointment that people passed on to him made him “SCRAM” ... he went into ALFA, Beta, Gama, Omega and never came out again ... he slept by the Saint Rita Church door, sometimes he met Leon who would give him some food; he swam alot in the sea and he didn’t even want to drink ... One day he decided to swim to an Island which is near the coast of Paraty , a fisherman saw him swimming in the nude and invited him to step into the boat, because he was already very far away from shore, but the HERMIT didn’t even listen to him, he reached the island, enjoyed the sun, the fish and the virgin, extremely virgin trees, he felt such great affection for the trees that he made love to them, they reminded him of women with their legs open. A Female “trip” to the Vegetal World. He heard a speedboat coming, it was the police who found him near a snake which seemed to be talking to him ... the snake hid in the bushes and a soldier threw him a pair of wet shorts which he put on even though it was against his will, they tied his hands behind him and took him back to Paraty ... when they arrived there the deputy asked some questions as if he was a drug addict, that was what everyone said. The deputy let him go and sent him back to PICINGUABA. They took him in a police van and beat him up near Camburí ... “IF YOU COME BACK YOU WILL DIE”... he didn’t even hear what they said, he just hid in the woods, went down the steep hills following a small river, he tripped on some stones, fell about 80 metres down and ended up by a pure river which was lightened up by the Moonlight, he shook his head, swam a bit and went towards the Sea. He met some people at the beach who hadn’t heard him sing until he started to sing MARINA and people sang with him. They spent the whole night singing, at daybreak, he went for a swim in the sea, then he slept for a while under a big
CINNAMON TREE, he woke up and saw a tanned girl inviting him for lunch ... he looked at her and couldn’t quite understand what was happening, she took his hand and he took it back, the young girl couldn’t understand how could a Man not accept her hand, who was he? - What is your name? Hermit, was his answer. - HERMIT? You are a HERMIT!!? A bit frightened and confused she sat down on the sand and noticed that he was playing with a crab ... (44) One day the fishermen surrounded him. Genésio, a tall and strong black man said to him: - You had better eat something, you are very weak and nobody around here can sleep with all the worrying about you. He looked around and couldn’t understand a thing. Worried about him? Why? What was bothering them? He knew they were large landowner’s stooges who were taking over everything around there, the fishermen gathered round and tried to grab him, but they didn’t know he had been trained to die when he was in the cadet school and those days, months and all the time on the beach, had made him stronger, he knocked down one by one without the slightest effort and the interesting of it all was that he hated fighting because he knew he was too strong. When they saw that they couldn’t handle him any longer, Genésio told them to leave, they did so, and left him with Old Genésio, so, he invited him to go over to his ranch. When they got there, Genésio`s sister was stirring a caldron, Genésio went to mix some Flour. - “You need to eat, we like you, it’s no use leaving Picinguaba and coming over here, you need to live there, your place is there”. He urged to rail at Genésio, why was he butting into his life? What had he done that had bothered them so much? Maybe the fact of not sleeping with one of the fishermen’s daughter had hurt the community! He wondered if the fact of not sleeping at night and going around the bushes frightened the fish! He got up and left, he went to the beach feeling lonely and sad. He woke up the next morning in a garage full of boats, he dived into the sea and decided to swim back to Picinguaba. When he was in the open sea a firemen’s boat came asking him to go back to the beach. Even though it was against his will he obeyed and swam to the beach, as he reached it, Zé Espigão looked at him as if he was seeing THE IMP. “HI ZÉ ESPIGÃO have you got any coffee?” Zé Espigão went off into his ranch and made the coffee. One of the firemen was carrying a straitjacket which he threw into the air. “This guy isn’t crazy”. The Hermit smiled ... Deceitful! They were all deceitful. Now they had decided to say he was crazy. He drank his coffee, thanked Zé Espigão and started to climb up the Mountain as the firemen followed him. Up there, there was a van waiting for them, a sergeant and a corporal.
“SQL sergeant? Round here QAP-QRV ...” the sergeant didn’t know what to say, a man who looked like a HERMIT, half-naked, 1,80 Metres tall, and weighing 60kgs, hair and beard down to his thorax speaking in Radio code, how could this be? - “Don’t be startled Sergeant, I am from the 64 class, the ones who were revolted, do you remember? I could be a Colonel ...” - “Yes, I do remember, but what happened?” - “I was just swimming ...” - “But your beard, your hair, the fishermen said you were crazy ...” and while the van went on to Picinguaba, they started to talk about the Hermit’s adventures. As they reached the Hermit’s Ranch, they saw the PARISH PRIEST’S son. - “So, besides all of the land that belongs to the people you also want my ranch? Deceitful you!!” He went into the Ranch, got some sweets and ice-creams and gave them to the soldiers who looked at the sergeant. - “Who does all this belong to?” - “It’s his”, said the Parish Priest’s son. Nobody understood anything else ... they had the ice-cream, ate the sweets ... - “We have to go now, the deputy wants to know what happened and you will have to testify with us, is it all right by you? - “Yes, of course sergeant.” He grabbed his Poncho, his hat, put on a pair of trousers and sisal sandals and took off. Back there the Parish Priest’s son scratched his head and said: - “He’s gone crazy”. The fishermen were sad with all of that because who would give them drinks for free now?
(46) On their way to UBATUBA the sergeant and the others who belonged to that Salvation crew were impressed by the stories that the HERMIT told about the slaughter of 64, about his revolt and of other comrades who had an image of Brazil for everyone and not only for the Soldiers, they were also surprised with his courage by swimming in open sea, that was when he told them he had been a volunteer in the JOELMA fire together with commander “Cabeleira”, “Leme” and the entire old class. Flying in Helicopters, being in ships or even walking they didn’t fear anything at all ... he had been taught to defeat warriors and in the end he became a rebel. The Ubatuba deputy almost fell on his back when he went into THE Hermit’s room ... what a figure! - “Do you know anyone here in UBATUBA?” - “I know Dr. Gentil from Horto.” They contacted him and after a while Gentil was there, they had been friends for many years and had met when he was “on top of dry flesh” and now this “BEGGAR” ... Gentil was gentle and took him away from the cooler ... why was he going to jail? What had he done wrong? He borrowed some money from Gentil and said goodbye. He roamed the Ubatuba streets for two days. He went
here and there, one day he went into a painting exposition, talked about the impressionism with the owner of the Art Gallery and remarked that Ubatuba should exhibit primitivism which was the regional work and not impressionists who had run away from the big towns. He was right, even there the world was upside down, because the regional work even the “HIPPIE” one didn’t have any link with artisan work ... ART ... IS ... AN ... the Gallery owner liked him very much. One day he slept in a garden, he woke up and started to sweep the garden as an expression of gratitude for letting him sleep there, when suddenly a police car came up to him and he went to jail for the week-end, afterwards he found out that the house belonged to the PRIEST. The same Priest who had built the Shipyard, bought various pieces of land, in short ... an impostor of Faith! Why did the world walk that way? It seemed as if the Hermit had the powers to fix it. He was sent to the Charity Hospital where they tried to give him a soporific. He had an idea! He would fall upon the soldier who was looking after him, so he did, the soldier fell asleep, he ran away from the Charity Hospital climbing out of the window in his pyjamas, he walked along the streets, and saw an Amateur Radio antenna, they were having a Barbecue, he shouted: “Hi, everything fine?” The Radio man came close, they exchanged a few codes, he went inside had a few drinks, he was extremely happy and having a great time when the police car appeared: - “We are taking you to São Paulo, we have already notified your family.” He arrived at São Paulo in an Ambulance. His family couldn’t believe their eyes, in his pyjamas, only with the trousers on, because he had thrown the shirt out of the Ambulance window, the two soldiers who accompanied him were crying and the driver was very touched as he spoke about THE EXTERMINATING PLANET. They said goodbye to him in a friendly way and they couldn’t make him shave, he only had a bath. He mentally interfered with the television frequencies, his uncle who also had this problem warned him to turn off the “REACTOR” and they took him to São Paulo Hospital where a psychiatrist “laughed her head off” with the Hermit’s stories. His family didn’t know what to do, but they did. They put him in the best clinic for CRAZY people! (47) He became the psychiatrists lover so that he could leave the clinic and he also managed to convince her to become the Owner of the Clinic, she did so before he left. He met a journalist who became his best friend, they went in and out of the Clinic as if they were living in a luxury Hotel. His family was criticised by the psychiatrist “He is fine, he isn’t crazy, crazy are those who make this world go round.” He admired her, she was brave and sweet, but in the Hermit’s heart laid the image of Thaiz, the girl he had met at the Beach ... one day at a cocktail he met her again ... she was now a Plastic Artist ... he kept on seeing her, but something drove them apart ... something that he only found out many years after ... DRINKING DROVE HIM MAD!
That was the great truth and it was this truth that made him go to the bottom of the well in Cuiabá, where he met someone who indicated the AA (Anonymous Alcoholics) and thank God he stopped drinking. 10 years had gone past till he was at that apartment in Campo Grande, where the blond girl he had met in Rondonopolis sheltered him. For the first time in 10 years he didn’t need to pay a Hotel ... he couldn’t even believe that he could stay there without worrying about rent, clean clothes, petrol, food, in short, anything! Not even in Picinguaba had this happened, because he had financial commitments with the suppliers and with Mr. GUIDO, NEVER in his entire life had he been able to live, he always had to fight his day to day, or else ... Who was that blond girl that called him POET as if it were his real name and as if she really wanted him to be a POET? The moments of Love that he shared with her he had never shared with anybody. NOBODY UNDERSTOOD HIM ... He didn’t know how to have Sex, he only knew how to make LOVE. He hated having to explain that he didn’t feel an erection, so what? He felt affection, tenderness, platonic Love, but an erection was very hard. They even thought he was Gay, can you believe it? That blond girl understood him in every way he even started to suspect ... NEVER had anyone understood him the way she did and the most interesting of all was that they only had 8 days apart from each other’s birthday. She was born on 20th September 1945, in MADEIRA ISLAND and he was born on 12th September 1945 in Saõ Paulo ... they went around the world and finally found each other here ... ON EARTH! She was also a Poet, Maga and that was when it started to really be interesting ... A HERMIT and a POET and a veterinary ... she understood all his instincts, he was very jealous of her, something that was very rare to happen before. (48) FECUNDATION Do you know POET, I like you very much as I know you answer to this liking. I also know that you don’t love me, as I know that you will one day love me, because the voices I hear do not deceive me and they know that the love of a POET happens this way; it comes as a rhythm with no hurry of arriving. And my love is born; from the fecundation of our dances in a deep soft and eternal rhythm!
Maga. (49) What shall one do in this Failed Society? He had tried to help many times, but the drinking, his crazy image, the fact of never stopping at any place, not growing roots, all this left him on the margin ... marginal, alone, he couldn’t understand this, because he had never marginalized anyone. He even sheltered Bolão who was a drunk from the streets, to work with his father. Great Bolão! A genius that Ramos de Azevedo had created and his sons had put in the streets when he died. His life would make a brilliant Soap Opera, the Hermit’s too, after all, great artists of the past had lived exactly like that, after television came things changed for the whole world, how many people had the Hermit met who admired his work?, the one and only CHICO BUARQUE DE HOLANDA, DJAVAN, CLAUDIO MARZO, who he thought to be a great MAN, because he had treated him like nobody had before and that is easy to understand, the Hermit lived drunk, he had a lot of money, he didn’t like anyone to pay anything for him, on the contrary, he was the one who enjoyed paying and suddenly CLAUDIO MARZO was like him ... a great friend to whom he owed a big favour! Leiloca was also a girl who had stayed in his heart ... there was also LEDA from Editor April, a great friend, it’s interesting to see a Hermit with so many famous friends, without counting Sonia Martins the UNIVERSAL sister and Jorge Martins “THE GURU”. When he was in Acre he met Saint Daime and what most impressed him in all his life was the fact that people needed DRUGS to be able to understand the UNIVERSE. Some friends found him on the mountain in 1980 and liked him alot. Gabeira quoted him in “Utopia Guest”, Ziraldo invited him to present his monologue at Funarte ... he only wanted to be among snakes, lizards, drunks, fishermen, Spanish guitars, flutes and at Paraty. Life had prepared something special for him, from São Paulo he went to Rio de Janeiro, from Rio de Janeiro, where he did the “Fisher and Hoffman” and spoke to his Heavenly Mother and Father again, he went to Nova Friburgo (1), there the “São Paulo and Italian trade Town Hall Tourist Guide” counted with his support and from Nova Friburgo he went to Rondonia, Television, Acre, the Amazon, BRAZIL ... he had been everywhere except Brasilia, everything ... and everyone ... all the same ... deceitful! Hypocrites, Pharisees, temple peddlers, of time itself which is the human body ... CUIABA CHISELS, NOBODY’S LAND! He decide to have some holidays, ten years of work will make anyone get fed up, even working as he did, doing what he liked, made him get fed up! Idealists aside, it is good to rest the mind even God who rested on the 7th day. A slogan here, some art there, a V.T. somewhere, a filed movie story, he would pack his bags, unpack his bags, his heart was empty, wanting to love and love only came in the shape of work ... (50) ... Real love, only with IDINHA ... that was what he thought ... and how well he thought, because how can someone love a person who he or she
hasn’t even met? Mentally? How? ... and that started to be part of his life in Campo Grande, second edition ... with ILA. What a name ... in Paraty he had been a part of the film ILA ... a big “hint” he thought ... One day in Rondonopolis, he was thinking about Idinha, about where she was, with who she was, how she was, in short ... one thousand questions, when a LIGHT appeared ... a WHOPPING LIGHT! You are the one WHO LOVES HER! And it was true, he was sweet, he was the writer, the creator of stories and more stories, he was admired for what he said, for every silly thing he wrote without EVER worrying about money, only about transmitting this way of LOVING in an old fashioned way. A really old fashioned way, long before everything started on this Planet, the love which he spread already existed and always would exist ... atomic love, full of energy that goes through the Chacras before reaching the brain ... love of a little boy and girl ... but there was a time when he shut himself up and didn’t love anyone again. That was the truth, how could he start again? From the beginning? YES!!! answered his Heart! And into his life came the LOVE OF ALL LOVES, THE LOVE OF A VIRGO WOMAN, full of spiritual gifts, outstanding posture, intellectuality and POWER.
ESSENCE You came as sneaky as could be you lodged yourself and took possession of everything in the hidden caves of my heart. You sat down, swayed my cardiac cords. You wrote, and between the letters and lines you imprisoned me. I see myself in each point of your pen and I let myself inebriate in the fire of your flame, I am Crazy, Crazy, my senses in your senses blend and now I know I am the essence of your being in my being which is now ONE UNIQUE BEING! Maga. (51) Those were dream days, he didn’t understand anything else ... little by little he surrendered himself, her caress was like cosmic massages on the right spots, her hands knew where to touch and which was the right moment to touch, the masculine or the feminine side one has ... delights and pleasures which he had never experienced before with such completeness, the solitary
nights were substituted by almost eternal tenderness, by orgasms that he had NEVER had, with soul, body, ERECTION and complete satisfaction for also knowing that she was a part of what was happening ... She knew alot about anatomy ... It might sound a bit funny, but he had never had that kind of pleasure, pleasure without rushing, without having to experience pleasure, or experiencing pleasure and not having to worry if she had experienced pleasure ... everything happened normally ... body and soul blended in an act of Love where there was no church, mountain, Forest, river, God or Goddess who could explain with such LIFE, PEACE AND TENDERNESS. And to think that everything started without expecting ... The same Hotel, the same sky, the same stars, the same tenderness that both of them had been looking for such a long time ... She had just passed through an unsuccessful marriage and was also looking for something pure, without materialism imposed to the Brazilians who hadn’t even been able to be Brazilians yet, she had sensibility on her skin and she really knew the Human Being as an animal; after all, veterinary had taught her much more, life permitted her to feel the fact of how Humans who lived here on this planet were being disposed of the real essence of Being ... a nation that accepted Hitler in Power for so many years were lost people, a nation that accepted a POPE full of gold whilst on the other side of the street people were starving to death, a nation that accepted DEATH as the only right thing in life, could only be sick, very sick and she had also tried, for 44 years, to pass on to her family and to those who knew her romanticism, not only of MADEIRA ISLAND, but the one that existed inside of her BEING and that was now incarnated in the shape of a WOMAN ... but before had been one unique atom flowing through space waiting for it’s time to be able to transmit to others what it was and what it was there for ... What a coincidence for her to meet him in MATO GROSSO, where the “culture” was frugal and men were stuck-up and as male as could be, with no scruples to what was related to women, with no tenderness, all they wanted was flesh, bed, sex, they forgot that inside of a Being there was something more than a simple poet of those who write silly popular songs, without nexus, with only poor rhymes. Little by little she started to recognise his talent and invited him to work with her in her Pure Race Horses Project ... it had been 82 days now since they were together, destiny is a very interesting thing ... and the worst of all is that we are the ones who make our destiny ... They would restart, he thought ... together ... He didn’t want to share that dream with anyone and she couldn’t even imagine how much of a MUSE she already was to him ... the flying, the dreaming ... what would it be like? The most interesting was that he was a very “feet on the ground” person during that intimacy, it wasn’t just that thing of only a dream, of utopia, of a rich little boyfriend who only wants to receive and not to exchange ... it was something new and mature. He had never depended on anyone because there was never enough time for that to happen with anyone, he was always locked out from the world; he let himself free when he was with her, he forgot who he was and “Hermited” in the two bedroom apartment which was in front of a country
house with fruit trees exactly the same as the one in the TREE NURSERY ... how interesting it was.
(52) Without knowing he was slowly starting to depend of all that, what time she would arrive, leave, when they would make love, when she would caress him, take care of the wounds he had all over his body and soul, wounds that he had never let anyone touch, after all, he had been taught to DIE and that meant not to develop bonds, nor craftiness, to depend on Love is to want more and to love more. The book was coming out word by word, his spirit impelled his fingers towards the typewriter’s keys which for many hours was his companion, his confident, his solitary LOVER who at each touch was set free more and more each time and so the book grew and everything else grew too. He never went out in order to finish what he had started as soon as possible and slowly THE EXTERMINATING PLANET was born with passages of his life ... they were Cosmic messages which he had received and only a person with great Universal knowledge could understand, he was afraid of being put into a hospital again like in 85 ... (53) He had received very strong vibrations from the Cosmos and couldn’t detach from it ... there was a war between England and another country, all of this in his mind, he had been chosen to stop the bloodshed, the toxic gases that would harm the atmosphere and all the inhabitants of the Planet ... in short ... a guardian. When he came round to himself he was in a clinic for insane people ... it was horrible ... he revolted himself, had a fight with 4 or 5 men, they tied him down to a metal table with his legs open, they took a drawer from a “night-table” and hit his thorax, legs, belly, everywhere with it! He was unconscious for two days, tied up, tortured, without feeling a thing until they opened the steel door cell and put him under a shower ... he was there for an hour or so, he wanted to die, because he couldn’t understand why they had done that to him. He lay there thinking until a male nurse came in with an apron. - “Put this on! So are you calm now?” He looked at the nurse, his name was JAIR and he had been a part of tortures too. He knew he was very weak and it wasn’t worth reacting now, they gave him an injection and a clean bed to sleep in, he didn’t even know for how long he had been sleeping, he woke up and saw a man standing beside him examining his wounds. - “You almost didn’t make it. Who did this to you?” He had never been a telltale and he kept to himself the pain he was feeling until the vengeance day came. There was a party in the clinic, and lots of people from outside were invited, he met a homeopath doctor who decided to look after him and who took him out of there afterwards. On that night everybody was tired
and drunk. He went from one bed to another and tied up the ones who had tortured him with pieces of bed sheets ... he went to the hospital ward and saw Jair sleeping on the table, he got close, saw a bottle of ether, opened it and threw it very near to the nurse’s nose who was “Knocked out”, then he took advantage and revenged himself by putting a lit cigarette on his sleepy face and he put some Sulphuric Acid on his feet. He went back to the dormitory and beat up each one that had tortured him, after satisfying his revolted instincts he had a bath and went to sleep. On the next day early in the morning he woke up very early, washed himself and went to the patio. He felt worried as he waited for the news. The Director and his assistants appeared, they rang the bell and started the ASYLUM activities. Slowly he started to understand that there was nothing wrong going on, could he have dreamed? He was thinking about all this when the bastard nurse walked in, all wrapped up in bandages, and the director shouting at him ... - “You are fired, I have never seen anything like this happen in my life, they could have set fire to everything, and you, as well as all the internees could have died, you are irresponsible!” The ones he had beaten up were drunk and had woken up as if nothing had happened but their faces had big hematomas which nobody could explain ... An Insane is an insane! He stayed there for 52 days and his room-mate was a tall, strong man who called himself the President of Brazil, he was in jail because of the traitors ... There were incredible stories like: The one of the old man who spent the entire day building trenches in the patio, he was in the last world war ... another one was Napoleon he even had a hat, and The Hermit thought that those things could only be seen at the cinema or on television, but this was reality. Deep down inside he really understood all of it, he just couldn’t understand how his family would leave him there even after knowing he had been tortured. On the day he left, he promised he would never stay in São Paulo again ... and that was what he did ... He was never interned again ... (54) TO SAIL In the eternal search for my Being I found your Being. Our eyes met and one of us dived into the other’s retina, they blended. Our eyes now are the result of a vector, which goes in the same direction. Our lines attracted by opposite forces collided with each other, they blended and now they are the direction. I sail on this ship of right course, everything is clear and so close to begin.
Preparations, compass, engine, rope, oars. We know where we are going, we believe and we have the strength: EARTH, FIRE, WATER and AIR THE POET whistled, gave the start, called me: “Darling are you ready to sail?” Maga (55) So, the book spoke about a Cosmic and Atomic love, a love which started to grow, a love that didn’t only have sex, he built LOVE and not Sexuality. He came from far, very far and for 44 Earth years he had been looking for the right path which would take him back to URANUS, his origin Planet. Page by page of the book, the path began opening. His language was simple, very simple. With the Cuiabá People at the harbour or with the São Paulo people on the Paulist avenue, he had always been simple, even though he seemed crazy, everything was very simple to him. Gold had never attracted him, it seemed as if he repelled it when he said: - “I don’t care about money” ... and it was really true ... he was a spendthrift. He grew more, much more spiritually than materially. The meeting with ILA`s knowledge, the strength and energy that she let lose, her job as a veterinary, showing the world the best squirrel breeds ... the noble animal of this Planet, made her look like an accomplished person a look as beautiful as Nature. The book grew slowly, with past, present and a preview of the future. The future guessed his previsions which for many years were used for those who surrounded him. They would now be used for them both. They planned a long trip, both of them alone, lots of love, lots of paths, many openings of the cottage windows to let the sunlight come in. Universal love before turning carnal ... Pure love lived by two people ... beautiful before, during, and after ... BEFORE: NOTHING DURING: HALF AFTER: EVERYTHING And if someone asked him what Everything would be he would answer: NATURE is EVERYTHING, without it we are NOTHING ... What is the use of films, Julio Verne books, spiritual messages, in short, what is the use of Having Everything and to begin again with NOTHING? And She, the veterinary had been the chosen one for the singing of the Whales, which sang before the birds of this planet and were now ALL being exterminated ... the erroneous turn on Nothing and all because of false directors, distorted information ... A UNIVERSAL MAN HAS BEEN ON EARTH, he was an AVATAR ... he called himself JESUS ... YES ... US ... yes us ... everybody would be saved, but they killed him ... what for? And so he found her and if destiny wished it to be that way, it would be done that way even knowing that she didn’t live Earth time, he would take her with EARTH’S NATURE, LOVING THE PLANET EARTH and then they would go to the UNIVERSE ... how? Travelling, it’s logical, something that for both of
them had never been a problem ... it had been a problem for those who wanted to “tie him up” and didn’t accept his comings and goings ... SELFISHNESS! But it was their problem, they both knew their atoms perfectly and even without leaving where they were, they knew how to “travel” ... If you, who are reading this book, were expecting something better, remember NATURE IS MOTHER ... and Naturally EVERYTHING HAPPENS. I wonder if the Americans, the Russians, the people who call themselves “developed” are conscient of the Universal mistake they would be committing by deceiving people with the results of their researches. I wonder if they weren’t conscient that the Brazilians, the Hindus, the Africans, in short, all the Human Beings of the Planet would know what they would “see” in space, so much conscience they had developed, even in the twentieth century the most simple ways of reaching the Cosmos ... YOGA, MENTAL POWER, SPIRITUALITY ... in short ... millions of ways of reaching it ... why do we have to affirm all of this materially and besides that, destroy the whole Planet? Progress? What Progress? Material? Nonsense! If the material progress would destroy everything in order to reach Nothing, Mother Nature would not have made each atom one by one, each molecule, each living being, from the smallest to the biggest ... When a hurricane comes over a town, they remind themselves of God! When the Sea invades the Beaches they remind themselves of God, when will they remind themselves of the GODDESS, who created everything with the perfection of the UNIVERSE? WHEN? It might seem as if the Hermit was really insane, a lunatic, but deep inside he knew that it wasn’t worth being the same as the ones who had already made mistakes by teaching their fellow creatures improbable truths. (56) Gods who were asking for human lives and at the same time were making commandments: - “Though shall not kill!” So, when would that talk be over? When would someone say: - “If you make a mistake will the problem be entirely yours? Your atoms will accuse you, your cells will have a mistake printed on them until something new happens ... The animals stay alone in their burrows, until their instincts tell them to go outside.” What were they doing to the HUMANS? What were the humans doing to the rest of the PLANET? They were the crazy ones, because they had the technology and instead of using it for good they used it for evil ... HOW CAN THIS BE? He remembered that in Picinguaba he had seen so many beautiful and natural things, why did he leave? People didn’t want to listen to what he had to say about NATURE it was very boring, what they really liked was cocaine, hashish, the habits that he knew were no good and had never accepted, he even stopped drinking, because he understood that the biggest mistake was destroying his pure atoms which gave him life, gave him Love, gave him what he was ... 44 years without worrying about anything, just Loving ... and Everything happened ... he could die because
he was well with life, but he decided to write, to leave a message without mysteries, without characters, without suspense, a truth which would shut up many people’s mouths who had forgotten that all films should have a lesson, a “hint” and not leave the ignorant ones even more confused than if they had watched the film. Why were the theatres empty? Was it lack of good plays? No! Was it shame of the Directors who only wanted profits? What about the dedicated authors? What on earth was happening to Brazil? Instead of progressing socially and culturally it was going backwards because of money, how could it be? What should we do?! How could we say that this slow suicide would decimate the biggest treasure of the UNIVERSE which is the Brazilians creative soul, how could we make that machine stop? Homosexuality was growing like Sodoma(1) and Gomorra(1), the priests were deceiving themselves again and again, they who had the Power of Faith in their hands were making people lose Faith ... Do you want to know what he did? NOTHING ... it was like that ... what would it be worth? (57) NEEDS We are sometimes incited to do EVERYTHING for people who don’t know how to do ANYTHING! Sometimes we are like that, we are free ... Before, During, Anyway ... We are beautiful on the outside and infinitely wise inside. Don’t EVER let the Needs which others have left you, without leaving anything else, make you help people who can only grow thanks to you! He looked after ILA and himself, and even being far away he looked after his son Andre Luis and all the people who loved each other ... if one doesn’t love oneself, one cannot have the gift of loving others ... and what if he spent the rest of his life worrying about HUMANITY? He would get old. On that day he had woken up feeling hale and hearty with a strong urge to go out, to go to the city centre which one day had seen him drink a glass of water to kill the hunger he was feeling, the same town where he had last seen Denise, the journalist who admired him and his story so much. The same town where ILA and himself would start their plans to “travel” they would go back to URANUS “THE HORTICULTURAL PLANET”. She couldn’t wait for the moment to learn all the “hints”, to feel free from everything and everyone like him who had been criticised many times for not doing anything for ART ... the charging Art, that needs “FUNDS” ... who were they to influence him? How many times had he been in a cheap bar having a beer and watching the crowd? How many times,
when he had drunken too much did he start to sing and when people applauded he understood that they were applauding his tone of voice, the substance and not the message of the lyrics he had just finished writing? And how many times did they call him Queer for not wanting to have sex? He suffered and wouldn’t say anything, he left Cuiabá far back exactly because he understood that the more primitive a nation could be, by involving itself with the system or with the GOLD, it would transform, it would become rootless, without a knowledge of itself, because it’s atoms wouldn’t conceive it’s attitudes, but they kept on pressing the same button.
(1) Old towns
(58) Uncultured people dressed in silk with no art of living, Oligarchies which corrupted like the ones that some people had made and had “sold” MATO GROSSO to the gringos ... how could it be permitted to do something for those who didn’t want to hear anything? He had never written except for when he was in small bars or when he had been in Picinguaba. If he had, he would have written a “best-seller” where the highest tonic would be LOVE without penetration, the LOVE that ILA knew about and lived for God knows how long ... through people’s eyes he knew if somebody deserved one of his “notes” or not and whoever received them, be it man or woman, would feel dazzled with such sensitivity. Some people had believed in his creativity and that was the reason why he had made it all the way to Creation Director of the biggest Radio Station of the country, so what? They wanted him to create so that they could make money and not to make LOVE ... UTOPIA? He was used to that, he was utopian to the humans, but not to all, because many who had known him for more than twenty years, knew that he had never changed, the way he had lived his life was perfect, with no contracts, no strings attached, no timetables, without worrying about money and living a better life than those who called themselves rich and didn’t even know their origin ... GOLDEN CRADLE ... It was almost like Saint Francis, he had left everything behind and had gone across the world seeing what wasn’t being sold and finding out that everyone sold themselves ... EVERY MOMENT Everyone is different people who come and go They are like sheep with no direction people who only walk, following the person in front of them I am someone who gets lost in that FALSE mass. Solution with no mixture, dissolved at the bottom, I come to the surface of this product, looking from above, on top of the world, the body stays, but the spirit
goes. I find you in the clouds commanding the stars, looking after my soul, like my master, my owner, my KING ... That is how I feel when you are near, I touch you closer with my feeling and I notice you, I see you in me at EVERY MOMENT
Maga (59) As he had gone to town, he decide to send some cards to some friends and family including cousin RUTH who was also “travelling” in the inverse direction of the turning of this Planet, it should be explained that: URANIA TURNS ANTI-CLOCKWISE in comparison to Earth. People walked in the streets with an incredible rush, they didn’t feel their walk, they didn’t feel the wind, the blue day, Pantanal`s tropical heat, the birds foretelling nightfall, the trees tasting the wind between the pavement and recently built buildings. They only wanted to go ... where? They complained about everything, they went on strike, they destroyed BRAZIL and themselves too and they didn’t understand their being ... anybody could understand that. He reminded himself of Balbino the “super-technical director of Globo”... one day, Balbino, good old Balbino decided to destroy the Oligarchy and the powerful anti-Art force that existed in Cuiabá ... The “Art operators” were dismissed from their rights of having lunch at the Radio Station, further more, the salary increase hadn’t arrived yet. Balbino sat down with him in a lunch counter, he told him about his plan, they both agreed upon what they would do and how they would be helping their colleagues. On the following day, the Station woke up with Pamphlets scattered across various rooms, with panels and everything else that could “communicate” and convoke the staff to a meeting. Not even the silly pseudo “journalists” moved themselves, that was an obligation, to communicate in other ways was what was really happening there! Balbino was put away, he was fired, THE HERMIT resigned on the next day and took advantage of the situation to write a splendid reassignment letter ... Balbino had gone to Brasilia, a town which was named after the Hermit’s first “BABY-SITTER” ... Yes, the Hermit had had a baby-sitter ... 1945 ...After that, he never saw Balbino again, but he kept the image of that thin man with grey hair, intellectual manners, interesting conversations, extremely intelligent and friendly ... he started to really worry about the “strange” people and then he discovered a new path, a new trip ... “Don’t forget to send your book, Hermit!”, those were his last words ... Balbino couldn’t imagine that those words would be quoted in the following book. (60)
What revolted him even more were the financial strikes with no idealism of study, of culture ... what kind of a nation was it? The imperialists dominated the Nations financially speaking and even being so, would they still take the cultural capacity away from the Brazilians? And people would sit down in small bars talking about the strike ... everything was still and without nexus ... in an inflationary country like Brazil things like this would happen every fortnight, the people shouldn’t have done a strike like that one, it should have been a Constitutional strike, the kind of strike that would have lead to a principle revolution, a revolution without guns, yet a FACT AND RIGHT REVOLUTION ... What is that story about asking, asking, asking? They should demand better conditions for all and not for the Bank Employee today, for the metal worker tomorrow, for the Policeman after tomorrow. Get together! They had to get together in only one class, the operative class, working class, the class that deep down inside dominated. All you need to do is ratiocinate. What moves Brazil? Money or Work? It’s work of course! Man lives in Chapada dos Guimarães, he has one thousand square metres of land, does his own vegetable garden, his own home made bread, eats banana and manioc and drinks green coconut water, just like the hunting fisherman who survives by his fishing, corn, flour, banana, and also from coconut water, and he is much happier than those who have the car of the year, who wear “Pierre Cardin” who run all day like mad men, get home and don’t even kiss their kids or wife. The bachelor keeps “proving” to his girlfriend, to his neighbours, to everything and everyone that he can have a good car and good quality clothes but, deep inside, he only wants to be at the beach or in Chapada dos Guimarães. The worst of all is that when those people go to one of these places they inflate everything ... Even the soldiers don’t know what to do ... how can they live well with their kind of wages? Only the “laranjeiras” (1) are so and so, but the ones from a lowest scale who have a family, poor fellows, they are still defending their Fatherland ... WHAT FATHERLAND? The Americans dominated Brazil without a single shot, he noticed by the synthetic clothes he saw on the shop windows, plastic shoes, tasteless sweets, Kibon Coca-Cola and ice-cream ... “How nice” many people say ... have you ever made ice-cream at home? No? But it’s so easy and so tasty ... and what about corn cake? And home made bread? And home made macaroni? Nothing? Goodness, in Hermit’s opinion you are an “IMPRISONED” person ... you still have time to change all that, all you need to do is practice and you will see that you will feel much healthier, not to count the participation of the “Group” in your house which can co-operate with recipes, novelties, participating in day to day life and not just consuming what the super market has to sell ... start by making a vegetable garden in your bath tub or in your garden ... any seed shop can teach you how to do it, but there are also some books about this matter ... so, the vegetables are at home ... bread flour and other ingredients which are left over day by day can make you save quite a bit of money ... what the Hermit meant when he was talking this over with the worker who was striking was this ... - “YOU HAVE TO FIND ANOTHER WAY OUT: Each time you win, the union also wins ... it’s up to your payroll ... it’s a vicious circle ... have a chat with your
fellows, get together and go on strike, but with knowledge not with consumption ... only one person is winning with all this, it’s who the money belongs to!” The boy got up feeling a bit dizzy and he couldn’t understand what he was hearing ... The Hermit kept on walking till he found a group of beggars ... - “Hi Mister, have you got a cigarette?” He went to the bar, bought some cigarettes and a bottle of raw rum and gave it to them ... - “Thanks Mister, shall we have a drink to celebrate? - “No, I’m an alcoholic, I can’t drink”. And he sat down next to the beggars who gave him a box of onions ... “We had been waiting for you ... Why did you take so long?”
He smiled as he listened, he knew they were “travelling” and his image was inside their trip, maybe a bit richer, better dressed, because they called him “Majesty” ... they were three and each one was different from the other ... He remembered the same scene in “Bixiga”(1) in 1982 ... he had just come out from a lunch counter which he used to go to, he had met three of them in the corner of a street, they also gave him a box and called him ”Our King” ... one of them had been a teacher, the other one a bus driver and the last one had been a car washer until the day he had a fight with the boss ... They drank a few beers together, because in those days he didn’t know about AA (Anonymous Alcoholics) yet, they sang songs the entire night, they walked drunk across São Paulo, the town he knew ever since he was a child, he paid for their lunch and for some more beers until night came and he decided to sleep by a garage door ... the other three told him he could sleep peacefully because they would take care of him ... He slept and dreamt he was a beggar, he loved a girl who didn’t want him and that was why he drank a lot ... Someone woke him up ... - “Hey! Young lad! Wake up!” He looked at the figure of a young boy with a baker’s cap on his head ... - “Come with me, let’s have a coffee ... they left one at the bar paid for you” ... (62) He shook his head, and started to understand what had happened, he picked up the coat he had used for as pillow, and he didn’t get up and before noticing the eyes of the curious people who looked at that well-dressed boy sleeping in the street. They nodded their heads recriminating and went on their way ... “crowd of prejudice people” ... He followed the boy to the baker’s shop where a smiling Portuguese man gave him: Mineral Water with gas, and some hot bread and butter ... everything he had the habit of asking for every morning ... how did they know? He thanked them and asked how much he had to pay, while he was turning his jacket looking for his money which was in a small pocket on the inside, the Portuguese man said:
- “Well, of course, of course, my friend, your fellows have already paid, where are you from? How did you get here? Did they steal your money?”... He smiled very intimately ... so that was it! He thought they had paid with their own money ... he remembered what the one who had been a teacher said: - “I grew fed up of teaching people who didn’t want to learn and the worst of all was that they were sons of the greatest burglars history has ever known, they steal in the light of day, they put their children in the best schools and universities and build the “New Society” ... “Signs of Time” ...” He showed the money to the Portuguese man and asked where he could find his friends again. “We never saw them around here”. He went across São Paulo for three days and nights after going home and having a bath and a good nights sleep, he never saw them again. And now, there, in Campo Grande the similar scene called his attention.
(1) São Paulo neighbourhood.
The bible spoke a lot about beggars, about those who abandon everything and go on with God’s way, but with the real way there was no necessity of MAN begging, he should have conscience of who he Is, why he had come and where he was going ... The answer? We came from an atom, we were: molecule, vegetal, mineral, animal, Air, Fire, Water, Earth and Energy ... we will be atom, vegetal ... in short, we will always follow the material way as long as we only think MATERIALLY, but if we find the First Energy inside ourselves, we shall never live the Materialist circle that only generates the cycle of Earthly life, but we shall live the Cosmic Altruism of volatizing to Nothing if necessary to then find out that our first existential moment shall always be with us, that was the reason why his first girlfriend had always been with him through all the days of his life ... The first image ... haven’t you ever gone somewhere where you are almost sure you have already been? We call this Collective Conscious, it is printed in your cerebral cell ... do you remember? ... dream? No! Reality, sometimes people appear in flesh and bone as in a dream. All that is easier to understand than the alphabet. The next time you go to a library look for something about RAMATIZ, it will be easier to understand what the Hermit meant ... It’s All inside of yourself, ALL OF IT! I will give you a practical example: The moment he was writing this passage the hermit went to the window and saw a beggar underneath a hose which was in front of his house ... he went downstairs, took a plate of rice and chicken which he had prepared for himself with great affection, the beggar was like a proof that we are what we think ... It’s not just the Mind ... we don’t have a Mind, we have a brain and the energies that pass by it carry out what we imagine. Isn’t it like that in a computer? Why would it be different with us? But, at least the Hermit had decided to be a chronicle, he had let television go, he had dedicated himself to horse breeding with the veterinary who understood the Hermit, Poet and Insane person. He wrote some chronic, which
you shall read further on, and maybe understand everything he had wanted to say all his life.
(63) HER Slender erect figure of complete proud Which comes to me. You are the front I look for leaving behind the Sea waves. You are the companion of dreams who came to teach me Earthly pleasures. You are HER ... You are, I know you are, Beautiful ... ... Before, during and after ...
(64) FEEL, WRITE! What they told him seemed easy. Inside him something said that it was all a farce, something that he would do wrong and so his life would be all “rolled up”. Well, I`ll be! Such a long time, going, coming, fighting to make someone happy and He was “shoeing” himself. And if a person who shoes is a blacksmith, one on each foot ... Ironbound! Short Circuit! Anyway, the Ground Wire eliminates the energy shock. Oh, if he could really sit down, just write and let Everything flow, Everything that he knew and that was interested on passing on to people. Yes ..., the people who were undernourished or Burgess would undergo what he wrote very much. It’s easy to speak! How would he live? He was 42 years old, ever since he was a child he tried to look after himself to maintain an honest person, without hurting anyone. He remembered, as always, the Great times, Mercedes, Duplex Apartment, a house by the beach with a garden, his own children, lots of money, lots of invitations, trips ... Good old days ... and what about now? Writing what was really inspiring him at that moment and in distant times too. Small bar napkins, if all of them were brought together ... today they might have filled up a cart. Unfinished film plots, fairy tales, books, oh! - “All that won’t take anything!” They said ... uncultured people ... And those people there at the Airport, the same airport where he had seen a great love leave to never come back. Come back to what? To live with a stubborn man, and also a spendthrift, he used to pay a drink for everybody on one day and on the next day Nothing! Crazy, an irresponsible person, Drunk. Come back to what? To who?
“Those people are joking about me, about me!” She said goodbye to them insecurely. “Shall I go or shall I stay? Do you know what? “Bye” “Bye Poet!” ... He went on his way thinking about all that ... What would he eat? How would he eat? How would he pay? And what about the small hotel where he lived? What would happen tomorrow? A debtor ... the bill collector ... snake ... serpent ... Paradise ... Utopia ... Gabeira, “THE UTOPIA GUEST” ... Paraty ... Para ti!! He got to the small bar, the same faces, the dirty counter, the weak light, the snooker table, the Equator breath ... what a hot town it was!!! - “Hey, Mrs. Maria give me a cold one” He was surrounded by those who also wanted one. - “Hey, Mrs. Maria give one to each ... yes, the Saint one, the pure white one ... O.K. people, feel free” ... they went to the counter leaving him alone, just as he liked ... - “HE`S THE POET, he was once a Great Entrepreneur, they say He`s gone mad” ... He picked up his beer, the glass, hit the bottle three times on the counter and screamed: RA! Everyone pretended to have been frightened and answered back: RA! He was sitting in a corner ... the same corner, always a delight ... delighted!!! One, two, three blondes sweating ... - “Hey, Mrs. Maria lend me a piece of paper and a pen” ... a few minutes later, Pele, the boy who was serving arrived with the material he loved so much ... It was his life ... (65) A pen and a piece of paper ... he hit the glass on the bottle again, looked around him, urinated on the nearest lamppost, came back, took a deep breath, a drunken sigh. A lusterless face waved at him ... smiled ... He felt, he wrote ... he handed it over ... and left, Even though he wanted to stay! He was “Hard up” ... He felt ... he wrote ... do you feel it? Write! ... far away he heard ... RA! (66) ANTS He woke up with the sound of the birds awakening the morning. Willing to change life, he got out of bed, had a bath, made and drank some coffee ... He started his “MASTERPIECE”. Time went by and he was always looking for things to do ... after all, to change life is to really change. Infinitive! A bit here, a bit there, until an image came out of that block of wood which had been on the balcony for about three months ... An image of a woman who emerged like daybreak, long hair, pear-like breasts, a big forehead indicating intelligence, and a shine, a vague shine which came from inside the wood, something that moved him every time he went to the improvised
cupboard, from where he took out a bottle of “the good one”, had a sip and admired the statue which was born from his hands ... he was creating her ... the “Masterpiece” that would keep him company until the day someone bought it or exchanged it, as it was his habit, for something he needed ... the statue had a special shine ... He reminded himself of Idinha, his first girlfriend, he had another sip ... and kept on working with the sculptor’s chisel, moulding the wood which was changing into the form of a beautiful woman ... then came a problem: what about the pedestal? What could he do so that she could have good pedestal? He looked around the room, the lounge, the kitchen, the bathroom, the garden ... Nothing!!! He crossed the dense woods near the Airport, he avoided cutting the woods so that he could be really isolated ... Only Cemi and Mary, a friendly couple knew that the “sculptor” lived there ... deep, deep inside he was a Poet, but he couldn’t make up his life with poetry ... The dense, high woods ... avoided other people to go to his house and so he lived there ALONE ... he found an unfinished work of art of his, old, he smiled inside ... so much time had gone by and now he had found what he wanted ... PAVESTONES! There were so many there ... he chose the best one for his Masterpiece ... He bent down and as he picked it up like a tombstone, he saw, between the Pavestones and the ground, ANTS! Thousands of ants ... he was frightened ... he picked up a piece of paper, and set fire to it. He burnt them, some even attacked him, but he made it safe. Many of them died. He smiled, picked up the pavestone and went off to finish what he had started. This time everything would finish off well. He had everything, disposition, Joy, material and his MASTERPIECE! Before he fell asleep on that day he felt an immense heat, and a tingling on his hands, his arm, his thorax ... he felt Bad, really Bad! Him? It was good, too good! Bad? or Bad? And the tingling grew, grew, grew ... THE MASTERPIECE WAS UNFINISHED “A PERFECTION, WORTHY OF A GREAT MASTER” said a friend. “A great Man ... Lonely, with nobody ... really, really good ... too much so”... another one said ... “Nature is like that, it takes the good ones away ... the bad ones always stay around” When goodbye came ... The tombstone went down and underneath it the tingling went on ... “That is life!” said the TV director who admired him but couldn’t have him in the “CREATION” because of his habit ... “A GENIUS”. (67) “Brazil lost another artist” ... and the tingling went on ... Between the flowers of “Campo Santo(1)” bees were sucking the honey while the ants were coming from under the pavestone, they went up the statue that a friend had taken to the tomb as a last honour, thousands of ants, which went and came ... “Ants!” shouted a lady ... Everyone went away ... and the ants followed their purpose ... always! In the distance a man watched the scene and was astonished as he saw a live statue, red-haired, with the incredible intensity of life in her eyes, the sun hit
her hair which turned blond, the Easter Arborvitae made some shade ... Dark complexion ... just like Idinha ... thought the observer ... “ants” ... does it make sense? That is too much!!! IDINHA ... a GOING, GOING, GONE trip ... and the ants went back to the Earth where a tastier meal was waiting for them ... much tastier with sugar cane honey ... and Everything! MURDERER He passed through the Northeast village, he had been walking for some three days now. The wet, smelly clothes, the straw hat which had almost melted from so much sun ... He went across the small streets with no people around, direct sunlight, nobody in the street ... How thirsty!!! He saw an open door, walked to it ... right under the shade of the door an old very thin man, sitting in a rocking chair with a lusterless look, India prophet’s beard, delicate hands without corns, monk sandals: - “Good Afternoon!” - “Good Afternoon!” - “Can you fix a way of gettin’ some water?” - “Of course, why don’t you come in ... it’s hot out there ...” He took off his hat, wiped his feet on the doormat: - “Excuse me”
- “The water spout is down there” He went inside ... - “What a house!” Brick walls, big windows, five roof slopes ... wood. - “What a big house mister!” He found the water spout in the corner of the garden which was half patio, half garden, half ... in the middle of the house! House? What a house! Full of arches, Portico’s, he looked at everything as he washed his face, his back, his head ... - “What an enormous house!” A bird started singing. He wet his curly hair, let go of his hat, put his head under the water spout, it reminded him of his christening ... Reminded? Yes ... Reminded ... “It’s the sun!!!” The family, the church, the priest, the water, the salt, the godparents, the bell ringing ... He refreshed himself from the heat, arranged his clothes, picked up his hat, and left ... nobody!!! Not even the old man. - “Hey, mister!” he got to the street and saw an utter fool under a dry tree hitting his legs on the floor. “It’s the sun” “do you want some water?” He looked at the enormous house, he wanted to thank the old man. - “There is no need” he looked at who had just spoken - “Did you guess?” - “Yes!” - “Well, I need to thank him”...
- “No, you don’t ... he is a very busy man ...” - “Who the hell IS he?” - “They say he’s a MURDERER”... - “MURDERER?”... he bit his tongue. - “SAY THANK YOU FOR ME” - “See you”... he walked faster ... “My goodness Gracious”... he disappeared at the bend of the horizon ... In the big house, down at the bottom, the rope hang ... 6 o’clock, Ave-Maria ... RA! A cornless hand touched the rope, it rang the sixth hour and after that it rang till it couldn’t ring anymore ... Melodic and softly, harmonious, the pigeons were flying by. (69) ILA Have you ever noticed that writers have always great women behind them? I remember one day when DIAS GOMES spoke about Janeth Clair ... “SHE INSPIRES ME AND LETS ME FLY” Today, 20th September 1989, I only have my flight to give you ... In it you will discover the eternal pleasures of life ... between them, the mode of life with your dearest fellow creatures ... We have only eight days separating us from EARTH experience but, when we speak about the Cosmos I feel we have been together for a few millenniums and that with her knowledge, only she could really know the secrets I have to transmit to the beings of this Planet ... Inhale ... that’s it , through both nostrils and feel God inside you. HIM, Your father, your mother, all your fellow creatures, gone and to come are happy today, because the angels who brought her are more enlightened and are caressing her maiden curls ... One day ILA, we shall be at the beach in RIO VERDE(1), it doesn’t matter, the most important thing is that we “SHALL BE” as we are today ... together, lovers and friends. To fight Evil we have our love, so evil will not bother us and to feed our love we have GOD who was the first Love and has a HUMAN figure ... did you know that? Well then, GOD is great, He is as beautiful as a GOD! What I had always wanted to give as a present, was PICINGUABA, TREMEMBE(2) ... well, I won’t give you PICINGUABA, nor Tremembe ... I will give you the biggest of all my treasures, the in-heritage that no-one in the world worried about keeping, that everybody wasted without really worrying about appraising the importance It has. You already have everything in life, a House, a Car, Spring, good quality clothes, Everything! And what were you looking for most in your life? I ordered three and you shall stay with the three of them until the day you think you should get rid of them ... Suddenly, for your birthday, I give you:
THE POET THE HERMIT ALE Just do me a favour, don’t notice the package, I didn’t have time to go out and wrap it up better ... you took the key ... RA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILA, MAGA, GABY. (70) GOING! It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon, CHAPADA DOS GUIMARÃES in the Pacific wind of a Rough Ocean ... Clouds in formation ... Thunder. Oh! the thunder ... it’s pure energy ... the birds drew nightfall on the Geodesic Pole ... Centre of South America. Father, son ... Mother, inside ... a horse which passes by ... The Guacho (3) nest was rocking. The Flamboyant let leaves and flowers free ... the water went to the sea ... the clouds in the wind followed their way ... - “I’m leaving, it’s early but I’m GOING!” - “It’s up to you!!!” and off goes the Father’s son! To Be a Father ... smoke of a rope in a hand, penknife, straw ... ready made lit cigarette, a swig of liquor, the old pain in the Chest ... “He went early”... Mother brings in some coffee, she comes in without saying anything, she sits down ... He was sitting down in the balcony chair catching some fresh air.
(1) South of Mato Grosso State. (2) São Paulo. (3) A bird from Pantanal.
His son’s son passes by! - “So, grandpa! ... How are you going on?” - “I’m GOING!” (71) COME AND GO A day at school, what a year! So many annoyances ... The classroom was empty, the pupils were in the Patio, the Teacher was correcting her last diary ... Strikes! ... - “Yes, this year was not easy” - “It flew by so quickly!!! I came to say goodbye to you. Thanks for everything!” He left. She stayed there thinking: It’s funny, we spent the whole year fighting and now he proved to be a good pupil. She remembered how long she had been teaching ... heartily she passed and re-passed the past in her mind ... a lifetime! She hated being a teacher nowadays. She had her own concepts, and schools were pruning the students more and more. She really tried. She was being very hurt with all
that. The same student with whom she so many times quarrelled with, because he didn’t pay attention in class, became one of the best, and excellent students. She sometimes felt that the very dedicated ones were conditioned on by class notes, multiple choice tests, anyway, that was life! Come and go ... holidays came along. They were at Fortaleza(1), suddenly there was a big disorder at the beach. She got close, it was the fishermen selling their fish, there were much more people there than fish, between them, for her surprise, was the Rebel, the one who she always shouted at. - “Hi Miss! How are you? Are you going to take some fish?” Inside she smiled, he was a fisherman, son of “Fishy the Fisherman” ... - “Yes”, she got closer and smiled: The fishing boat was full of fish, there was even a turtle which was coming and going between the fish that the net had imprisoned, his father was beside him. - “Father, this is my teacher!” The good man took off his salty hat. - “Good Afternoon, “mam”! You can choose whichever you want, make yourself at home!” His simplicity touched her feelings. - “I don’t even know how to clean the fish and ... -”Don’t worry, I`ll clean them for you” and so she chose one that seemed as if it were asking her to be taken away from that waterless prison of tortures. He picked up the fish and cleaned it in seconds. He wrapped it up in some old newspapers: “Teachers Strike”, was the Title. Coincidence? His father kept on serving the other people. - “How much do I owe you?” “Nothing it’s a gift!” She was even more touched. He went to the edge of the boat to wash his hands and the fish knife. He bent down and washed them with the COME and GO of the water ...
(1) Capital town of Ceara
- “Nothing?” - “Yes, nothing!” (72) INDIAN He left his native land like an exile, he got to be who he was after many years of sacrifices, rejections, formation of his home, of his family, of his possessions. He even got to GROW and with faith he was growing and his family was too, his childhood sometimes passed by in his mind, such as his youth ... He lived in a simple neighbourhood of a European town, full of commerce and lively trade, his days were full of working in the field, picking grapes and crushing them with his feet. The wine was first quality and only noble and middle class people could drink it. For many years he followed the drunken steps of his feet, that were sober and also wanting to taste the delights
which were only for those who didn’t even catch some sun, afraid of spoiling their skin. The unappealable time, judge of our attitudes, passed by everybody and it passed by him “exceeding” that passage. One night he re-united three of his best friends and decided they would drink “THE” WINE, after all, they were the ones who made it, they had that right. They penetrated deep into the hills with watery mouths, the stars in the sky seemed as if they were indicating the right way. The Moon, imprisoned to the magnetism of the Solar System ... So Lar ... half full of everything, hid behind a cloud and sneakily delighted itself with the ADVENTURE of the four of them. Because many people greeted it with “presents” on land or in high seas and the moon had to accept whatever was presented to it even at a distance ... It was stuck! And today, the clouds, which were passing by, permitted participation without involving themselves. Even though, in a way, the moon was responsible for great part of what happened on PLANET EARTH ... PLAN IT! The four boys reached the wine growing. He took off his felt hat with a short brim and shook his legs which were full of quickweeds. He looked around, nothing worried him. His friends were more and more excited by the moment. “Let’s go!!!” ... they sneaked inside through the wooden shed, they reached the place where the bottles were kept ... they took a few and went out the same way they had gone in, the only difference was this time they were loaded ... and off they went. When they reached a forest, they put the bottles underneath a water fountain to refresh them. He prepared his pipe and smiled as he thought that soon he would be tasting what he had been doing his whole life! One of his companions lay down under an Easter Arborvitae’s crown and watched the moon watching them. One of the others took off his boots and socks, relieving his feet from the long walk. The third one impetuously picked up his bottle and before the others cooled down he took out the cork which was protected by a layer of tar and gulped down the precious liquid of the Baconian nectar. With each sip came a new sensation, he sang, danced, while the others bit by bit also picked up their bottles, and off went their illusions setting them free ... only going where they had always wanted to go. They sucked it down as if it were their last sip and so they reached, each one by their own way, the stage of open eyed dreams. When they were all “travelling on clouds” they decided to go to town walking and drinking, singing, dancing, flying, dreaming ... He woke up from his thoughts when his youngest son was calling him: (73) - “Daddy, Daddy!!!” - “What is it son?” - “Do you know that we are going to see those pieces of land this afternoon?” - “Yes!” - “Well then , they say it belongs to the Indians”
- “And do you really think an Indian has anything that really belongs to him?” - “Well, you know what you are doing! See you later!” He rocked himself on the net, lit a straw cigarette that he had already rolled up before “dreaming”, he got up, went to the kitchen, slapped the mulatto woman’s backside who served him coffee and went on to the horse that would take him to see the new lands again. He made sure the shotgun was loaded by the saddle, he passed by the barn, picked up a bullet belt and, without waiting for anybody he went into the woods ... - “Indian’s land, that’s a good one!” He rode a league until he reached the hill where he could see the lands they would use for grassland. And down there was the Indian’s village, pacific, with lots of children playing with goats and pigs. The barefoot children walked on the earth while women were making flour in a wine press. He watched everything that was happening there with binoculars, suddenly he noticed that something was inside a wooden tub, they smiled as they seemed to be dancing. They were both substituted by another identical couple, she was pregnant, they went in direction to an old Indian man who was sitting on a painted leather stool, with a buffalo horn’s crest and multi-coloured feathers, smoking a big pipe and spitting on the floor at each draft, he picked up the clay he was forming with his spit, rubbed it on their foreheads and pointed to a hut where some white smoke was coming out from. The ritual went on for some five or six times after that. Various couples and the Indian woman was always pregnant, they beat the mixture in the tub, received the “blessing” from the one who seemed to be a “Pagé(1)”, and went off to the tent from where the white smoke was coming.
(1) A kind of witch doctor.
He got closer and closer through the woods without worrying too much, letting the horse go naturally as if it were it’s daily routine. That village was still intact, PURE! It knew their language. As he got closer, a small Indian who ran around a little goat, looked at the beautiful animal he was riding, he took a deep breath of emotion and smiled, he took off his hat as he got closer to the village, and made a signal with his mouth which sounded like a wolf’s howling. The small Indian who was right behind, smiled with the others of the village. The “Pagé” was still sitting down and looking very serious, he didn’t even look at the stranger who was coming close. The small Indian called the others and the eldest got close, he said something and all of them ran in the horseman’s direction who had put his hat back on and had opened a saddlebag giving each one some shiny stones tied on to a nylon string. (74)
They jumped with joy while the ritual went on very serious and discreet on the other side of the village. He got closer, now standing up, surrounded by the youngest Indians. As he reached the centre of Taba(1), a man who seemed to be the tribal Chief got close to the couple who were “cruising” the mixture with their feet. The couple left and the Ritual went on. The “Pagé” stood up, got close to the big tub, caught a drinking cup that was hanging on a nearby tree and mysteriously put it into the tub, he then stood up in veneration to the Sun with his head low and took the drinking cup to his mouth. Another Indian appeared from the big hut with a big crest of feathers too which went down to his knees, he got closer to the old tub, he threw something inside which looked like ash. Then with one hand he made a circle in the sun’s direction. He sang and dreamed ... the music said: LIGHT!!! A few minutes later an old Indian lady appeared at the door with a new-born baby in her arms and the navel cord, which had been cut, between her teeth, she was blowing it and the cord was being filled up with air. She got close to the big tub, stepped inside and started to sing and dance as if she was walking on clouds. The farmer looked at all that, turned around and went back to the beginning again, another cigarette, the same slap on the mulatto woman’s backside, the same coffee ... a cart. - “DADDY, are we going to see the land?” - “No, nobody is going there, NOBODY!!!” His son turned around with the cart and disappeared ... His cigarette was not burning any more, the MAN dreamed, in that dream he was an Altar Boy, the mass was in Latin ... The Priest was saying: “In Nome DI Patre, DI FILI e DI Spiritus Sanctus ... Amem ... Amem ... In ... Dio ... In God!!! The chair was rocking, the man was dreaming, flying, singing, dancing ... beside him, a small tablecloth from Madeira Island, an EMPTY BOTTLE OF WINE!
(1) Indian’s village.
(75) “WHEN THE SUMMITS OF OUR SKY MEET, OUR HOUSE SHALL HAVE A ROOF” Hermit 89 MS (manuscript) (76) TEN DAYS “I GIVE YOU TEN DAYS, DID YOU HEAR ME? TEN DAYS!” At first my mind was distant, then it withdrew ... it withdrew ZERO ... I cannot work in a threatening basis. If you can’t stimulate me then don’t say ANYTHING. I felt completely useless and all my efforts were lost.
Instead of a reward I won a punishment for all the dedication and Love. I don’t know how to live anymore ... I want to leave this Planet!!! Maga (77) NO-ONE GAVE You gave me the minimum and the maximum That no-one gave. You resuscitated the almost Nothing Which almost died, that no-one gave. You were the only one from the mass who appeared and lifted me to the sky. You were the Lover and you gave me the Love that no-one gave. But you were also the harshest, because you made me believe in the existence of Evil which I wanted to forget it existed and you gave me the NO and made me believe it was YES. In that way you left me again in the almost nothing that was inside me at the beginning. What did I give you? Nothing! What did you give me? I don’t know! Maga (78) I WONDER WHY? How absurd, in the morning, your eyes reflected so much sweetness through and between the letters of a soft poem and now they are full of hate ... WHY? They look at me like that and I don’t believe it. They question me, demand, hurt, how can this be? Your mouth a few minutes earlier was, in a childish way, asking for tenderness. Now it is so cold and full of ugly wrinkles like a stupid and old harsh man, why? WHY? WHY? I asked astonished. “I am crazy! Didn’t you know that?” Yes, I did. But still, it’s absurd. I wonder why? Maga, no! ILA? No! ILA? No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
Sixth day of the ninth month of eighty nine Today is a day that is filled with happiness and forgiveness. It was a tiring day, it might have been because of yesterday’s tragedy, but it was a Happy day. I’ve been thinking all day, how could all “that” happen, I didn’t conclude anything. Between one contract and another ... customer, interviews, I was euphoric and apprehensive at the same time, what was he plotting now? I wonder if a Poet thinks? Plots? A Poet does think. But him, a crazy, odd cosmic poet, does he think? Can you Be like a common being, forget, cry, meditate and come down from the grey clouds? It’s night and the encounter is smiling. A man. A Lover. We made Love. We filled ourselves up with the energy that was transmitted by the magic of our bodies, by the merrymaking of the souls. The night goes by serene and calm. Our dreams shall have the tranquillity of a PEACE sleep! Maga
(79) THE NOBILITY OF FEELINGS Noble is the ART OF LOVING that just like all the others needs spaces, time, paint, paintbrushes and mostly ... INSPIRATION!!! What moves the Universe? You might imagine it’s energy ... It isn’t, because Energy generates attrition, Inertia ... The Cosmic Union of Energies and mainly the Antagonistic that generated the Cosmic Inspiration or Divine Breath. When we know that Vector or factor, we know that the feeling which inspires is nobler than the Material feeling which GOES. I need to separate Love and Pain, Flower and Garden, Water and Stone, Mother and Father, Dating and Marriage, Work and Art ... So, I need to Come and Go like Stone and Water, Love and Pain, Father and Mother, Dating and Marriage. I am Free, you are too, I only want what is mine, my conquers, no more mixtures, because Love isn’t a Vegetable Garden or a vitamin. You are extremely interesting and you understand everything I want to say. The nobility of a feeling appears on the surface at every moment ... or not ... RA!!! Hermit ...
(80) WHAT DO YOU WANT? Oh, crazy crack-brained poet, who diminishes me so much, when you exalt me, who takes me To the pinnacles or throws me to the bottom of the well. What shall I do down there Where sometimes you throw me If you tie my hands incapacitating me? What can I do up there on top of the stars, Where sometimes you put me? If in this come and go I am lost on a sphere where The infinite multiplies itself, I disintegrate and my particles fall from your eyes that cry for my body on your Recompiled and sane face. What do you want? If you Love me, you accuse me! If you hate me, you absolve me! What shall I do to balance these two points Which sometimes grow apart Other times unite on the edge of a dagger? What can I do when I see you run down my face from my eyes, Without being able to clean the tears, Because I would destroy in seconds the Image I made for Millenniums of a Love like this? What do you want? Should I be quiet before the catastrophic storm you put in me Or should I scream about the paradox and let my echo stay To Be enlightened and not go to sleep in the incognito? Answer me POET, WHAT DO YOU WANT? Maga (81) WHY, THE POET? Why is it that every time I’m smiling Behind that smile there is The one who caused it? Why is it that every time my courage fails, there is a strong arm that doesn’t let me down? Why is it that when day turns into night his eyes are enlightening me. Why is it that when I cry, I don’t only have his hands
drying my face, I have much more than a gesture, his strong and safe word hugs me and protects me with all the letters that only A REAL POET HAS. Why is it that when Earth doesn’t make sense any more I have HIS SHIP which takes us to URANIA, where happiness is the palliative of the Planet and the Dwarfs Who live there, recognise us like their own brothers and this trip alone would explain all the reasons why He is THE POET, THE MAN, THE DWARF who I Love. The identification of this being who lives in my heart, Is, for all the reasons of my Love, bigger, with impossible measures because it is an Eternal Love.
(82) THE HARMONY OF SOUND ... The climate is sound, There is music in the Air. The sky is sound There is brightness in the Moonlight The Earth is Marron sound The colour of your look. The Planet is sound, URANIA the Virgin Origin of your Loving. The sun is sound And sound is your walking Interplanetary trip. The whole day is sound Harmony in any place.
Maga ONE THOUSAND LIGHT YEARS From the left or the right you are The perfect Union of my Heart One thousand years of tenderness The strength of the Skies Of Good, Of Evil, You are just like a God!
One thousand years of Love, The Ephemeral Eternal Reason, you are the Eternal Reason of me. One Thousand light years ... Maga (83) COME! Do you want to drive me mad? Where are you? Do me a favour, will you? Tell the person who “gave” you that aerial passage, to go “to hell” ... I’ve warned you, do what you wish but don’t involve me ... And now, where are you? Can’t you even give me a call? Go to Shit!!! I’m mad because I hate waiting ... The other one broke down the car and doesn’t even call ... You want to, but you don’t understand what other people’s feelings are ... One phone call ... SHIT!!! In my Planet there is only one season. Spring, which you call the flower season ... and what about the animals, you stupid people, what about the animals? There everything is continuous, not mutant like here ... everything here is incoherent, because it has a beginning, middle and end ... why should we even start then? You didn’t understand Eternity you just imagine it and create fantasies in the Carnival of life ... To tell the truth HUMANITY isn’t for everyone, I started loving it and I am MAD! You couldn’t have done this to me ... on my Birthday ... Put yourself in my skin and analyse ... It worries and bothers me at the same time ... on the other day an aeroplane crashed in MATO GROSSO and I was in Mato Grosso crushed up for you ... of course it bothers me! Who am I, waiting for the day to be born dreaming about someone who isn’t coming? Who am I making this nest an instant of our inner nature letting me listen to my heart?
Who am I? The one who hated sex, I didn’t even listen to myself, for saying I only knew how to make Love and now I live waiting for it, for SEXUAL LOVE to come and take me, bleed me, to kill me of Love. Who am I? A writer who sits down and doesn’t write anything, because I get inspired, I LEAVE and I don’t write anything ... Only when I see her I get inspired and before I could write only with the yearning of a look or a kiss, why? Who am I? I go to the airport and I come back without my loved one’s hand who would cross the steel rails reminding me of Tremembe and my first girlfriend ... Who am I who trusts this Love so much I don’t even admit treason? ... It just had to be me who was treasoned so many times, material, spiritual and socially (84) Who am I? If you don’t get back soon maybe you will never find out who I was ... Just imagine knowing who I am ... Who??? Come!!! (85) GROWTH - Johnny, it’s time to study young boy! - I’m coming Mum! And there he stayed with his small insects making childish experiences ... not that adults understand insects better than children do. There was a white mouse, a laboratory guinea pig, a cavy, a turtle, a goat, a cat and a dog. All of them mongrels, there would only be real breeds with the following generations. An accurate breed, because in Johnny’s head haste was an enemy of the personality. He dreamed about his little world, filled with happy children, free animals in placid and mild woods. There was no way of thinking about adults there. The activities were linked to Earth. The results of a Natural and Naturally healthy job. - Johnny!!! - I’m coming! He stood up and walked towards his bedroom. - Wash your hands in the sink.
He was passing some water on his face when suddenly he saw an image in the mirror, reflected by the shower steam which had been used a few minutes before. It was the image of a Genius! It seemed to be alive, Johnny stepped back a little, looked closer at the image, sat down on a stool so that he could see it better. Suddenly the image smiled ... - Hi, Johnny, how are you? - Me??? - Yes, you! Scared and at the same time curious, he noticed it was speaking ... the Image. - Are you frightened? It’s me, John! - What John?? - The one you shall be! - Me? - Yes, you!... - Me, a genius? - Exactly ... you already are a genius and you will be recognised around the whole world for your accomplishments. - I came to see how we were doing. - We? - Yes, after all, I am you and you are me, so we are us! - For how long have you been following me? - For a very long time, a very long time. But, don’t worry, because we are what we are and we have always been what we shall always be. - Why did you only come now? - You saw me now, but I am always where you are. - Here in the bathroom? Sitting down? (86) The image smiled. You are really very clever ... You play with things that will make you famous and recognised. That is why I Admire you. You, who have always followed your impulses will make many people happy, including Me. - Me? ... And what shall I do? - Nothing ... - Nothing? People keep on charging me timetables, food, studies, church, sports, music and ... Nothing?!!! You are crazy! - Yes, I am and I am not afraid of being who I really am, after all, they will never understand me ... and thanks to you I am still who I am, this crazy being for natural things which nature brought to us free and tenderly. - Yes, you are kind of a nice guy. So, does this mean you know my animals? - I know everything! - Johnny! Open this door, young man! He was startled ... the image smiled. Go!!!
- What is it Mum? - What are you doing have you washed your hands? - No! I’m masturbating myself! Leave me alone, would you please excuse me, I’m having a great time now! The door closed. His mother grumbled outside ... What would he say? When his father arrived they were going to have a serious conversation ... Time went by, Johnny turned into John, a Forest Engineer who was responsible for Chapada dos Guimarães’ National Park. He went across the whole world looking after the flora and fauna. One day he went to visit his parents who lived in the same old house, he went to the garden and brought back memories of the days when everything was a joke. Today, all the responsibilities don’t even let him dream. Someone stepped inside his thoughts ... it was a childhood neighbour who always visited him ... she was very sexy, with a very curved body and with fire in her eyes which made him feel very aroused. - Johnny! your food is getting cold, go and wash your hands ... - I’m coming Mummy ... He stepped out of his daydreams and went to the bathroom. When he started to wash his hands he understood that the mirror had grown old and there was something different in it ... slowly he sat on the small stool which was still in the same place and looked closer at the mirror ... what he saw made him start an intimate dialogue with himself ... he remembered his neighbour, her sculptural body, the reflected image seemed to be smiling ... what image? I must be going mad! She was dancing naked in front of him, reflected in the sweat of their nude bodies ... in the sitting room his mother was going to stand up ... his father grabbed her hands ... - Leave him alone, woman! - I always imagine him as a child ... In the bathroom everything grew ... grew ... grew ... (87) THE UNIVERSAL TRUTHS - So, you were unfairly sentenced and condemned in contumacy to 5 months in prison for defending your sister. And what do you wish to do so that this will not damage your life? - Nothing damages my life when it comes to commit justice, and the Universal Truths have been with me ever since I was born on this Planet and, the more you try to incriminate me for something I did not have intention to do, you will be incriminating yourselves, from the ones who attacked me and imprisoned me, to the authorities who participated the process in contumacy, in such contumacy that they didn’t even try to locate me. This law which I speak to you about is the law of the Father, of My Father who doesn’t fool around when he establishes any UNIVERSAL rule which are the truthful Laws.
- But they don’t work here on this Planet, Hermit! And you shall be tortured once again as you were in 68, in the student’s movement and in that clinic where your sister put you, after all, your sister knew about that process and she let it run in contumacy, how can it be? - By the Universal law, son reincarnates as Father and brother reincarnates as enemy, but the most important thing is that that Karma is mine, I shall clean it off my zephyr in reincarnation. My family doesn’t have the knowledge that I have today about the Universe and it’s truths, we can be happy, very happy on this Planet since the first day we were born and we can also develop ourselves faster than we imagine. That story about children who have to remain children is not only for the Americans to “throw” onto the Brazilians, it is a Universal Utopia, because it has spirits that are in very developed stages, which reincarnate here to co-operate with their fellow creatures and their knowledge is violated, because the ignorance which was imposed to their parents and ancestors is also imposed to them. I believe that the paranormal, who have more enlightened spirits wish to make this all better for the whole world, even though the Powerful forces appoint that the Superior unknowledge of oneself makes it easier for them to command PEOPLE. Imagine those same people with the basic Universal rules and all the knowledge of those truths, like the boys and girls who reincarnated on other Planets and are received as evolution spirits who need all the support they can get to “OPEN” their dwellings and Souls for their UNIVERSAL evolution. Imagine yourself with your actual age and your past experience. Can you Imagine? Now, pay attention: IMAGINE YOURSELF WITH YOUR ACTUAL AGE AND ALL YOUR UNIVERSAL KNOWLEDGE ... Stop imagining and believe: You have the conditions to be in the image and likeness of GOD and being HIS son you have the conditions to know ALL THE UNIVERSAL LAWS, believe it!!! - But Hermit, my ignorance is immense, I don’t know anything about what you are talking about and how would a poor farmer know all about the UNIVERSE? (88) - It’s simple, PANTANAL is an example of Divine knowledge, what you ARE represents the MICRO-COSMOS, which is the “MINIATURE” of the UNIVERSE, if you look inside yourself you will be able to go to the infinite of your UNIVERSAL knowledge, the problem is that the land was neglected of it’s previous knowledge and at each incarnation everything has to start again ... I read very little because of that but, in RAMATIS I confirmed many things which contributed for my own UNIVERSAL development, maybe these are the only words we have left between us, but they are EVERYTHING!!! Goodbye!!! Don’t ever forget: THERE IS A GOD!!!!
(89) LUCIFER AND GOD!!! One day I was sitting on the balcony and I saw THE HERMIT passing by with a bird which had hurt it’s leg. - Where are you going, Hermit? I asked him still sitting down and admiring his figure ... he got close to me and spoke about things that were linked to that scene: - The Comet passed and nobody saw it, this is a generation of unbelievers who need to send sounding leads to the Divine kingdoms to satiate their thirst of Power ... Seeing ... Listening ... Feeling ... Big idiots who will never reach any high spot, do you remember the Titanic? If it wasn’t for God’s will no-one would go anywhere ... For how long has it been like this? Me? I am the wolf, the lonely wolf which healed it’s own wounds with it’s saliva, which fought alone against all the Earthly cowards it crossed by ... I am E.P.A! The startle, the Son of the Son of the Son and I am not afraid of telling them what I am telling you ... Those who didn’t give me the chance to ratiocinate didn’t even notice that I never needed to ratio ... cinate. I went into orbit with the beers the Germans put into this Brazilian Heart ... the wines which the French put into the Indians of Acre ... the raw white rum which Caboclo(1) used to make, there was almost none left ... isn’t that right Crico? I remember when we got drunk in Pirassununga(2) ... I already had a Television and what a Television it was with valves which caught Everything!!! Then the Japanese who received all the Atomic Energy turned small, but clever ... They only went wrong in one thing, To develop is to Transcend and Never To Ascend ... To Ascend is to capture Powers that everyone Has thanks to the UNIQUE MIND which the Christian Science explains ... Oh!!! Faithless people!!! Uniformed followers of GetulioVargas fated to the uniforms with no Fatherland! My Grandfather? Whashington Luis Pereira de Sousa ... My Baby-sitter? Brasilia, a beautiful black woman with 111 Kilos. My first ejaculation? Martha, the mulatto woman who washed me when I had nephritis was the person who caused it ... 6 months in bed without being able to get up ... I studied Julio Verne, The Treasure of Youth, Monteiro Lobato, Universal Lello, My Orange Lime Foot, Benedictine Monks, Salesians, Carmelites ... Take Care!!! It’s time for the Hermit to speak for the Great, the Highest, from the Mother Ship came the code for the Cosmic, Ethereal Opening. Stop playing!!! It’s enough of unreal lectures ... 1989 ... to 1999 ... there are only 11 years to go ... what have you done in 2000 years? And what was there to do in that ERA?!! NOTHING!!! You should have swum, played, danced, LOVED. The truth was crushed for it’s own benefit. That is just like you!!!
(1) Cross between an Indian and a Mulatto. (2) Town in São Paulo.
Our ship is much bigger than PLANET EARTH and it’s not for that reason that she will Destroy it ... THOMAZ GREEN MORTHON, CHICO XAVIER, are passing their messages ... with NOTHING!!! In behalf of UNIVERSAL Peace and what about you? What have you been doing in this story of one part going and one part coming? Have you been praying? What for? For Who? Did you kneel down? Who told you to? Who advised you to kneel down? False Prophets!!! All of the ones who did that. The masters didn’t ask your knees to touch the ground ... Father Ground ... Mother Earth, Son MAN ... DAUGHTER WOMAN ... NATURAL ... PASSION ... MIND. UNIVERSAL MIND.
(90) He who rages the mind, turns into a LIE ... Time is going by. So Sarney? When are you going to speak, NEVER? It’s the same person who is asking. Ilka knows, Ronald knows, Lourdes knows, your secretary too and what about you Ribamar? Are you going to betray the British or Saint Joseph of Ribamar? The Santaninha(1) Square, The good part of G.O.O.D. Do you remember? J.K. was born on the same day as I was, the MEMORIAL isn’t worth it now ... This nation is in need of a Memorial ...they murdered J.K., LACERDA, BAUNGARTEN, JANGO, TANCREDO ... the CIA ... always the CIA ... cowards! So, Dr. Romeo Tuma, it’s hard isn’t it? 25th March, Carlos Gomes, The Almeida and son’s house, Electroland ... do you remember? You created respect for yourself without guns. São Paulo shall always be São Paulo ... THE DISCIPLE, THE FIRST CHRISTIAN POET ... with his letters ... The Poet in the Pharisees` time ... And what is the government doing? Omitting themselves? And what about Brotherhood? And Equality? And do you remember Dr. Eneas? Do you remember Celso Dário Queirós Guimarães? Do you remember?!!! You Dishonest people ... this shall be charged eye for eye, tooth for tooth ... The EPA Commander of the Universal Marine ... you crazy people ... Roosevelt and Rondon together in Cuiabá!!! What have you done? Who let you give the PROMISED LAND away like that? Why did you kill the Indians? Why did you do that? POWER? WHAT POWER? THE INEXISTANCE OF THE NON-POWER?!!! IT SHOULD BE LIKE THAT! And the moon watched everything, and the sun watched everything and EARTH FELT EVERYTHING ...
OMNIPRESENT, OMNISCIENT ... But things shall be as God wishes and I am talking about GOD as a FATHER, my FATHER ... The only truthful, fair and perfect Father. In NOTHING and in EVERYTHING.
(1) Square in São Luis do Maranhão
Suddenly THE HERMIT started a monologue which he entitled “THE EXTERMINATING PLANET” then he spoke about “THE BIG MISSION” and he spoke a bit about the UNIVERSAL MARINE. Sail Vessel sail in Universal Seas. Soft waves take it to the land of Versailles. You will go to Istanbul with no name, with no construction. You shall come down on Versailles, with no garden, with no flowers, even without Love. Sail Vessel sail the Soya and wheat fields planted by the Egyptians, in the oldest of the oldest and so as you get there, you shall only see the Great, the Immense, the Colossal Sea Vessel, where you can sail, as heavy as lead, as soft as a gliding Condor, and as sincere as the wind which shall take you Vessel, where I most want you. And so with the rolling that this Planet brings you, there shall be, you can be sure of this Vessel, the meeting again with them, your true sisters ... Green in their essence. Green in amplitude. You shall discover India and they shall touch it. You shall discover the lands Vessel and the lands shall have names. You are so beautiful Vessel, like the person who built you, alerted you, you are like walking in Vacuous and Universal Billows space, but you made it quite clear that after the bubble of the atom Sun, what shall happen, shall happen ... let’s go Vessel, there is alot to conquer. Them, the overseas lands, are from beyond, beyond, from overseas and you shall be the one who finds them. You shall find the Divine plans submerged, like I prepared for you, where the silk of your hatches, the aluminium of your purest and lightest parts, the salt Vessel, the salt of your wood maintains the paint in the good condition which He gave us ... Oh! Vessel, the Blue Eternity of the White Space will bring you the great Helena, that will sail together with the junction of God, who created Everything and Everyone ... Angels shall reach there ... some, only some, will have that privilege even though the opportunities shall always be the same ... Oh! Vessel, how long has it been since you dived or swam for the first time? Let’s go, because the Gods want it this way, the Gods wound it this way!!! - And his eyes lifted ... silently ... sometimes I thought the HERMIT had gone mad ... but when we see a figure, which comes with a bird on his shoulder, caressing it as if it were a child and when we feel happy watching the bird in the kitchen putting some corn on a cooking pan to cook it as if it were a person, we shall stay with our craziness and the pureness of soul which belongs to those who are called “CRAZY”. I believed alot in what he said, but on that day I was disconnected to everything he said and he kept on looking to the infinite while the bird was playing around in my kitchen, where a cooking stove was thickening some beans ... it was nice to have some company once in a while and
that bird reminded me of “The Crow” by Carlos Castanheda, I even asked the Hermit if he had read the book, but he denied it with an affirmation: “I don’t read so that I won’t confuse the messages I have been receiving”. - Sail Vessel, sail the spaces of the Universal slopes penetrating the laps of Phenomenal beings ... Oh! Vessel, my navy awaits us, I shall se my loved one with the invisible shafts, with the taste of sea which my pores throw out when I am perspiring ... I fall, I fall from the crave of the osculating and sincere kiss which I shall find in her beautiful look ... How many stories shall we still tell? Because time has come for time to take the T away too ... IME ... IME ... I’M ... Why worry? The upperdeck is empty only Me, God and you ... Goodbye our people said, and we shall find God wherever He is, stop fooling us ... (92) In the ill will of son and Holy Ghost, I shall go there Vessel, I shall go to see and believe what they have done to the place where I built you alone ... The bells rang with a golden timbre at 6 o’clock in the morning. I SHALL WAKE UP and with the Rainbow of My Iris, Goddess of Love I shall find God, you’ll see, there is enough suffering on our Universe, you deserve boldness, and just like you, so do the Greek Gods who created so many myths. (93) I never OMIT that, because those Gods killed and divided the Woods; Impure Races, you want everything to yourselves, why? If you don’t even know how to sail on salty waters what do you wish to reach? Illusionary suspenders suspending the PLEASURE of the PLANETS, which together shed through the opening of the Future the ejaculation of EXISTENCE; Do you wish to feed yourselves of Gods? Complaisance, Complaisance ... Is it what you really want? ... so it shall Be ... Them Vessel, always them ... Them, simple dewed oysters in the movement of going, deep down inside the one who cries but does not laugh ... Vessel, Vessel ... Ascent ... let’s go, let’s go, because the UNIVERSAL VOLCANO shall defrost the Poles with sacred fire and the Sleepy God shall sail with us and with the Absorbed God on the soft paths of the Creation Goddess ... Create Action Vessel ... and He said: “Christ!!!” Banished from Jesus’ Jerusalem ... Killed in Verbo and by Verbo resuscitated ... Pharisee Pagans, assassins in the encounter of the Cross!!! Universal Cruisers Shall Come, just wait and see ... after all, the punishment is in your own hands, even near the end of the 20th century you keep on killing your brothers. ASSASSINS!!! OUTSIDERS! You shall feel what you are, because the UNIVERSAL ORDER doesn’t play around. Inexistent Paralytics ... He is asleep, Giant in ember of Brasis(1) ... In
Tupys ... Vandals of the Divine and Virginal temples, of the wheat fields, of the great fields of Pantanal ... Be Quiet!!! Because the draft of my Vessel,
(1) The aborigines of Brazil, collectively.
as usual, shall indubitably find the heat of that embrace without genuflection or prayer ... This is the time!!! It’s G day time GOD day!!! Time is coming awaken and vivid by the Aurora Borealis. To larboard Vessel, always to larboard, because in that way the quicker we sail the quicker we shall see the Infant God again ... See to Believe Vessel ... See to Believe ... See Stop Believe ... Take a rhumb Vessel. Thome was the only one, who had true and Human faith!!! Because without seeing Him he wouldn’t settle down ... His sense of vision didn’t let the other Universals settle down ... Let’s go Vessel, Campo Grande, Fog and Mist are waiting for us and the Great Sacred Field shall never bleed again, because on the Xaraes(1) Sea you shall sail again ... The compass shows 53º to 59º Earth Meridian... God Sun... Inca... Drop in the Anchor Warrior and Vessel, time has come ... Come on ... The ice shall show the paths which we shall tread without steel rails, just emotions ... And the writers ... Right Hers ... the Right ones shall stay everywhere, I swear they shall ... because instead of making books they only wanted to GARBLE the VERB ... Human, Humanity ... the sum of natural atomic ions ... imaginary, Imagine and only make marginal and existential plans ... Ex, always ex ... I’m here!!! Who am I? The fear, the EPA, the intergalactic commander of BITTER taste ... (94) From the inner Earth, from Hell’s fire to EXTERMINATE your Human fault ... EX ... ALWAYS EX!!!
They Prayed, Prayed Prayed, Cried, Cried, Cried And Denied, Denied Denied for 2.000 Christian years and 6.000 years before too ... and here everything takes it’s time to heal, that is the same as almost nothing. You also denied that you were the ones who KILLED him ... MY BROTHER IN GOD!!! Who do you think is the Devil’s father? The same God as yours. You paint yourselves of good people to take advantage of the innocent people ... UNSCRUPULOUS SINNERS WHO DEDICATE ME YOUR OWN FAULTS ...
SHAMELESS, COWARDS you shall feel God’s strength by my hands, you’ll see ... My brother was accused to be a Blasphemer ... Accusers ... there is fear, isn’t there? You shall see Hell’s fire ... excuse me God!!! Even being Lucifer it’s hard to see and hear in my own mental cells what you would have never said ... MASTER!!!
(1) Colloquial expression used by the Xarante Indians in Pantanal.
FORGIVE ME for not believing in you and for tempting you on the mountain ... and in the Desert ... FORGIVE ME MASTER ... I will revenge you. It is necessary so that the young innocents won’t be conducted by the ones who make the laws on this Planet ... Today Master I believe and my Vessel shall sail the deadly poison, with it’s Invincible sails, we shall reach the Andes, and then light the FIRE OF THE SUN’S FEAST Bury me Bury me you said I convoke a UNIVERSAL ORDER “Get out of the Temples, Come and see how Lucifer kills his Father’s Thirst ... Forgive me, my Father ... Forgive me ... I shall never throw my net again!!!” (95) - His hallucinated monologue had finished, he went into the farm house and called “Pite”, his bird with a hurt leg which was now better and stayed on his shoulder, he said goodbye feeling happy for saying everything his heart felt and the bird warbled as he walked ... it seemed as if it was healed. Who was the Hermit? Difficult interpretation it was difficult to really know him ... in such few minutes he had spoken so much that he confused my head with dogmas about God, Devil and Churches ... To tell the truth he had a marvellous mind, where some data outcropped from a confused past between Ships, Books, Doctrines and so everything seemed as it were a very syringe conversation, but I felt that there was something prophetic in what he had said ... God had created Lucifer and Lucifer had created vengeance for those who had killed Jesus ... it had kind of a basis and I even started to believe that the Hermit was sort of an Intergalactic commander, who, with his Vessel would bring Lucifer and an entire crew of Avengers in behalf of the innocent ... He had spoken about dates and I had forgotten, but I knew that between the Christian 1990 and 2000 many things would change ... I believed in that, but, how did the HERMIT know all that? Who had influenced him to say so many things about a future where Transmutation would make Planet Earth absent from pain? After all he had said THE EXTERMINATING PLANET!!! NATURE FROM PANTANAL One day the Hermit went to my Ranch on an “Amarilho”, a horse which has a light-coloured tail and almost yellow horsehair. He arrived with an extremely intellectual look and I could see that he had combed his curly hair, he
climbed down from Forth Mile as if he were going down a step at home, he took out a book from the saddlebag and walked towards my balcony: - I’m going to be famous now for preserving PANTANAL, just look at the work I’ve done for a group of enterprises who gave me some stickers about PANTANAL, it’s people and the towns that surround it. It was those flights of imagination which indicated the knowledge he had, but that for a long time, he had hidden from people, as if he wanted to look like an ignorant person. I also believe that he made too many eulogies to those who didn’t know anything about the world outside, because this pseudo-knowledge of his only disturbed the messages they received from Above. After all, “Earth is also in Space and we are space and not earth beings” said Dominique, a friend who had met him and even not feeling too much for him she managed to open that lonely and taciturn man’s heart who hardly ever wasted time in explaining things to people. I opened the book and the photos I saw, were truly wonderful. With each coloured photo there was a chronic which he had written. He decided to put in the book everything that was there, because it really gave a Real vision of what PANTANAL MATOGROSSENSE(1) was; it started with: THE WOOD IBIS Every time we see the leader dancing, the spaces here also dance and the Natural leadership takes, through the Water Ballet, the beginning of that eternal, flat and tender flight from Pantanal. Fly, Fly Wood Ibis and tell the Animal Man that flying is for birds and dreaming is for them, who, instead of enrapturing souls, unfortunately bring weapons and want to knock down your beautiful Red, Black and White Flag. To each animal, person or town the HERMIT discoursed chronically.
(97) Then came: FLORA Flora, Flora, Flora, oh Godmother Flora! In deep-dyed yellow bringing from Earth that closing shine, that Natural orgasm, which with invisible roots makes Pantanal beautiful. FLORA ... FAUNA ... Ecology’s Trinity, Flora, Fauna and loafing nests, invading, uniting. Feathered brood under embellished chests. Nature’s Trinity in two pages of “couchêt”. Oh!!! Trinity, Trinity ..., the male animal’s heat searched for by the female and the brood’s flight down the river ... cloud, Sea direction!
Trinity, Trinity you are the creation in the pages of life, you are the emotion in God which has never been divided ... Always Uniting and United.
(1) Swamp in the South of Mato Grosso
FLYING BIRDS! Fearless searchers, soft flyers ... peaceful nesters. And between all the pains comes the Love effect, of the Spatial Islands. How beautiful, how lovely, how graceful are the animal’s flights ... Love yourselves! In front of us there is always more much more ... Lyric dreams and Reality of the Natural Gods. PANTANAL DEER There in the middle is Him bathing himself and the girls are caressing his honey coloured cloak. Antlers in direction of the sky. Paws in the mud energising all it’s Animal Highness. While invisible caretakers watch over the bathing between the river banks. Water on the Pantanal deer’s chest which grows, follows, believes Being, Living day by day ... (98) PANTANAL PEOPLE Branding Iron, young boy, young boy, bow with tar, with fat, with a steel ring, ringless fingers, leather rings snaring the bull and everything that is worth snaring, with the ground’s energy, without terror or fear. Pantanal soloists surrounding the entire race with the Nelore race. And the Pantanal horse, absent from the scene and from the image of the youngster, says: “In the water I am really strong, I am a bold stallion who prances; snaring a bull is what I teach the boy”
FLOOD Flood of People ... flood!!! And there comes the water, God knows where it came from!!! It invades, abounds, enriches, like in Egypt, the Sacred river Nile, here in Pantanal ... way of life, Wealth, Inheritance, which the carriage takes in trains and the canoe man in a canoe made of wood ... Highways of life, waiting for a flood ... flood ...
Shooting star which takes the water to the other side. Star which with the lift of a truck, on the asphalt, enlightens the driver. Here in Pantanal that star shall arrive and when the Diesel explodes, on the growing highway, the Pantanal Man shall discover, through the earth or the asphalt highway, the GOING and the COMING ... dry, without flood, with wheels that turn and push him away from the origin to give him back original ... creative ... growing ... active ... alive!!! Strong! Star, the flood is the greatest reason. And the inundated locomotive passenger coach, Loco ... Motive ...
NIGHTFALL Nightfall, oar rests ... disguised lance, open mind, loved mind ... watch on the pulse showing the impulse sensation of the fact ... of the photo ... Remembrance of a child, of an ancient person who ties the holes of life without a net and lets a photo register another fisherman purifying himself waiting, nude back, feet on the ground, the Loved night arriving ... the new day being born ... (99) MESTIZO He watches suspiciously, an enormous faith in his chest, the isolated mestizo behind his fence, in the Caboclo’s house ... the camera lens photographs, and He, eyes half-closed, challenges the goal of being bigger than being enslaved in that photographic slave quarter which searches for it’s Universe ... defies ... stays alone ... he is with the Great Mother ... alone ... really alone ... only alone ... It’s what he only has ... WASHERWOMEN Slippery pond scum board, clothes that wash the sweat in the beach water. Wet legs, wet skirt, wet laundry, the entire woman wet, wound of a son to come ... lard soap cleaning the clothes soul on a calm morning of a new day being born. TOWNS... Towns on the river margin, Church from A to Z, footlights which startle our eyes ... High tower ... low root ... flood .. town ... concrete centre where part of the people live ... and the twilight announcing the colour of Love ... waterlillies ... with no flower ... town, old village ... river margin ... December, January, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, towns ... how many will they be? How many towns to come? If God wants it that way, it shall be that way
... towns and more towns on the river margins, the rivers enlighten ... and remind Portugal’s Coimbra(1) Castle. (100) CHILD, MOTHER, FATHER ... There goes the boy lulling the canoe to sleep, there goes Mother, There goes Father oar of rudder ... Black blue, mestizo, waterlilly, blue water ... curled people, blessed people, transpiring instant of going ... WE SHALL GO ... Sticks ... Sticks ... Oars and the three of them say:
(1) Town in Portugal
Father, Son and Motherly Spirit ... that is it Master, it’s only that that we want ... that is why we live ... ARTISTIC SKILL The clay turned into an artistic skill, life started to form ... ART IS AN ... Exhalation ... Inspiration ... GAUCHO (1) Suck young boy suck the green and warm mate(2) of Pantanal. Dream Gaucho Dream, in the sobriety of Terere(3) and on the bull’s horn that went away, the peace of the bomb in a hand ... Suck young boy suck ... take your face away from ... the wrinkle ... GRANNY, BOY ... COCK! Granny with a heavy mortar ... ramrod in her hand. Affectionate Grandson, large window, Pantanal, Home, Affection. And life striking what life will reveal on pierced sticks ... Granny, Grandson ... Right Love, close Love ... Clean sky ... Chicken ... Cock ... cornmeal ... it’s time, it’s time, let the cock sing ... (101) CAGE ... VESSEL! There goes the cage going up with an engine sound, the movement of the draft ... The draft of the vessel, which silences creation, which wraps the Pantanal waters and makes magic carpets fly in true lines. The tourist dreams, dreams and the noise of the engine takes the Tuiuiu(4) to the Sea Manta ... And the lagoons grow, on the overflow of the waters and of the salty grieves just like the transpiring instants tasting like Sea ...transpiration ... while it’s meanders
of water come and go with flights of lightening bugs drawing nightfall on daybreak ... PALAFITTES Over flown palafittes, coloured, disguising pain from losing everything and what can be done? Progress or Success?
(1) Native of Rio Grande do Sul. (2) Paraguay tea (3) Green mate tea of the Gauchos, which is supposed to be drank cold.
Doubts for what? Guide our path God; where shall we build our house, our home, our human nest? The waters shall come back and nobody, nobody has a place to live. Palafittes, ribbons, laces, badges, anything can come in the name of Love to fix something up for the people who have a life and know that the overflow is hard. ORCHIDS Blue intermingled with yellow, mixed to the Vegetable, to the Flying Animal, to the ravenous fish, that enrages it’s row of teeth neglecting Man and believing in the Dwarfs. Pantanal Gods, Universal Gods. It is beautiful to see the Gods with their ink pots, dying, reviving, and slowly and Naturally creating Pantanal`s cartography, where flying stars are white dots, shining, flying, making man dream ... just dream ... (102) SUN Good morning my old friend sun, I wish to greet you, says the canoe fisherman. And the Sun, that feeds itself of energy, energises him, takes root ... it transports him to the sky. Bee sucking honey ... oar in water, fish of water ... come in sun and make our life lively ... Waking up ... Wake up Sun ... Pantanal is as natural as this. Pantanal Sun, our truthful and beautiful God by all, always in Pantanal from January to January. WHITE EGRET
Solitary White Egret which opens it’s wings, opening it’s heart. You are the pureness of beauty, you are the White of Reason. You are so open and so right like the Moon on a clear night. You are the Egret that brings in it’s flight the remembrance of Being Born. The remembrance, just the remembrance that one day I was you!!! PANTANAL HAS INUNDATED Pantanal has inundated, visual Pleonasm of the waters that are already there. Island, small island, Daughter, small daughter. Everything that doesn’t belong there inundates, and the sun waits. Come people, come see the green ... dark green of the water which invades Earth and then energises it and leaves everything that MAN needs to Earth. What a time of flood, which comes to frighten us, what a time that on the low damp land made the people think that the smallness of themselves inundated and wouldn’t give in ... and wouldn’t give in ... there are few people and too much water ... Come people, come ... The mountain hid itself, the water comes from up there taking the world that has already died to the Ocean ... Pacific ... Rough Sea ... live people, live!!! By the turning of this Planet, God chose Man ... AND MAN LOVES GOD!!! That is why, to say goodbye is not only my reason ... God By!!! (103) THE BIRD AND THE FENCE And you who go to the fence to rub your neck, fenced-in, Pantanal is fenced-in. It is a sin that the Nature Goddess shall never forgive, because the creation Goddess doesn’t deserve it, she cannot grow where she is fenced ... where she is invaded by whom is convict that Nature is Convict ... that the right time is the wrong time which makes the bird rub it’s neck, which is going to challenge steel ... - What he had wrote spoke about life in Pantanal and towns like Corumbá(1), which were there, right there where the water lay. - “This work is very nice Hermit!!!” - “It’s not work, its pleasure!!!” He got on the Amarillo and went away. (104) BABY
- I like being a baby and with this soft rocking, the Planet lulls me to sleep ... I like being a baby on this side and on the other side ... Coming and Existing, enjoying, like wines made with the feet, I live being a Baby ... With Gold or without a dime I live and how I live, very well. - I love my Portugal, my life that guesses Everything abnormal that one day shall come ... Oh! How it is good to be a Baby and just live well ... with God, with Man and Nature. That is why you can be sure: A Baby is a beauty who lulls whomever comes close.
(1) Town in the South of Mato Grosso
- The day shall come! One day, with a night in between, I shall drink my Caipirinha(1) with spilled lemon, get drunk with Love and make a Baby!!! (105) CRUCIFIXION It was a time that always was, and the Ivy grew around the house generating, between the bricks, the green and wholesome climate of the time that was growing, growing, growing. The young boy was playing with his dog, Coringa, when his baby-sitter who weighed 100 kilos and was African from the tribe of the “Wombesis(2)”, was putting the rocking chair on the balcony. Suddenly, no more than suddenly, there was a big bang ... The young boy was thrown to a distance of 20 metres, the black Great Dane looked like a frightened Pekinese dog. The baby-sitter who was called Brasilia fainted and fell down accidentally, right on the Patriarch’s seat who hadn’t arrived yet. The steam of the caldron developed in violent clouds going towards the Liberdade neighbourhood, where Ramos de Azevedo lived with Pandia Calogeras, who used to say: “Our Navy hasn’t got ammunitions to practice, it would be better if it were the Tourism Navy”. The national peace would never be broken in his opinion. The screams came from the SANTA HELENA HOSPITAL, of the Antonio and Helena Zerrener foundation. Many people can’t even imagine, but this was the Antarctic Hospital, the beer and Guarana(3) factory. The sick people were being succoured with the injured people and then the firemen arrived. They took about thirty minutes till everything returned to normal. It was a time of no confusions, only solutions. The firemen checked the damage, the victims were succoured and PEACE came back again.
The young boy’s heart was between the flowers and the bushes, it was calm ... very calm! Brasilia woke up from her African dream, nodded her head which had a white crochet turban on and came around to herself. The Great Dane was licking the little boy’s face ... he was 8 years old ... 8 years of studying! Ever since he was a baby he had the obsession of reading and looking at small figures ... In that Time, children were born and were imprisoned with a flannel cloth which wrapped the baby, because the cold was intense in “São Paulo da Garoa”(3). Besides being tied up, the baby was also in a dark coloured baby buggy with chromium-plated wheels ... from England.
(1) Drink made with sugar cane rum and lemon (2) African tribe (3) A Brazilian climbing shrub, from the pounded seeds of which is prepared a refreshing and stimulating drink. (4) Garoa - Light rain. A name given to São Paulo as it usually rains there.
When that young boy was a baby, he got loose of that “protection” many times, rocking his head back and forth, so that his body could feel loose; when the baby-sitter arrived, there was a big confusion in the wooden cradle which had a “trousseau” from the “Casa Almeida e Irmãos”(1). There was no way of making him stay still and life went on with the five brothers as clean as could be, wearing sailor clothes and he was always completely dirty! Nobody understood that rebel, they took him to famous neurologists like the great PINEL, nothing! It might have been a spirit of disharmony which should have been taken out with old prayers, could it be? His Grandmother who was Spanish and extremely Catholic bit back: “Goodness Gracious!” (106) Medicine in those days, was home made, the family Doctor, Doctor Eneas went there almost every month to have tea and to talk about health. Money was a word we didn’t hear back then. What happened? Nowadays it’s all about funds and the Paranormal boy understands that the VERB has gone. His high ancestry, with no need to ask for anything, didn’t stop him from playing with his dog ... and now he was laying there, body on the floor, soul on the Flamboyant, The Great Dane was shaking him with it’s paw, the baby-sitter was crying because everyone was out, what could she do? The pumpkin jam burnt in the iron pan and the smell invaded the house, the Hall, the Garden, the balcony. The neighbourhood was full of traditional mansions and the families who lived there were worried about the Caldron explosion. Coringa, the Great Dane dog ran out through the gate and like a strike of lightening he went to the taxicab rank where the drivers were talking about the explosion.
Some of them were passing pieces of flannel on the Belair`s or Mercury’s 51, others were coming and going with news ... Coringa jumped in through the open door of the Belair 51, which belonged to “wig”, and started to bark. After a few loud barks someone saw and heard him ... Hey!!! It’s the “Pereira de Almeida” dog, from the mansion ... what on Earth does he want? Wig, who had as his own name said, an enormous black coating with a topknot too, shining in the sun, was raving mad ... Because he was extremely careful with his Chevrolet Belair, which was black with a brown roof. Coringa was jumping and already biting the driver’s linen trousers, who then started to understand that something more than the simple explosion was going on. Hey guys! Let’s follow the dog, something happened at the mansion, I’m sure it’s because of the explosion.
(1) Shop in Brasil.
The followers started walking and communicating to Mr. Armando from the barber’s, to Dudu the shoe shiner, to Marcia Suzuki, to the Deputy who took off his hat as all those people were passing by: “Doctor, something is wrong at Mr. Alipio`s Manor House” “Doctor”. In those days it was extremely rare and the Pirapitingui(1) street mansion was invaded by Coringa`s bark, who had to be tied up in the kennel because he had revolted himself with all the people. He howled, cried, barked ... inside the French kennel, he even started to bite the wire fencing with anger. The men, the children, the baby-sitter, at least 50 people were there ... They looked at the body on the wet garden grass that the boy had watered with a hose which made small rainbows, wrapping him up in Alpha, Beta, Gama and Omega, letting him fly!!! (107) Wig, who had so many times taken him to the TREE NURSERY with his brothers and his mother, hugged him while he was still on the floor and noticed that he was warm. “He’s alive!!!” He grabbed the boy, ran off like a mad man pushing the human corridor away and went in the direction of the Santa Helena’s HOSPITAL. He passed through the glass door like a comet. in the Hospital lobby there was a marble niche with an image of Saint Helena. The Mother Superior was once again startled on that fateful day ... - “Is he alive?” - “Where’s the Doctor?” - “Be calm my son.” The Mother Superior tranquillised him, with her soft pink hand she touched the round bell.
A stretcher arrived Immediately, oxygen, two nurses wearing very white aprons and looking extremely intelligent ... Wig put the boy in the right position on the stretcher. - “Is he going to be all right? He is Mr. Alipio`s son, the PORTUGUESE MAN ...” - “Go my son, it was only a fright, he is strong and healthy.” Said the Mother Superior. The Hospital door opened; after a few minutes of expectation, a man came in wearing a grey jacket, with a black hat and Ray-ban glasses on. He asked: “Where is my son?” It was Mr. Alipio ... The “Portuguese Man” - “He’s inside, I succoured him, the Mother Superior told me it’s not serious ...” The man with British manners was about thirty years old, small moustache, very well looked after, dark sun-tanned skin; tanned in the “Germania” swimming pool, strong hands where only a gold 2mm ring indicated he was married. The nun tranquillised him when he took off his hat to greet her ... He was impassive waiting for the medical results.
(1) Aboriginal name for the street in TUPY GUARANI.
In those days there was no terror, everything worked. Television was starting and there were international programs of various kinds on, like the Zorro films, Light Arrow, Trip to the Depths of the Sea, Laurel and Hardy, Charlie Chaplin, 20.000 submarine leagues(1), in short ... films, soap operas? Only on the Radio and with alot of ethics! 35 years went by, the young boy arrived in Cuiabá, he is a writer, he lives at the Excelsior Hotel, which belongs to dear old João Celestino Neto, he lives creating Arts, he is a Natural Artist, he is writing his fifth book. “THE EXTERMINATING PLANET” Not long ago he published: “CHAPADA HERE PANTANAL THERE!” An honour to human ecology, because preserving the tree without fixing a big number of people to do the same is not worth anything. The vicious cycle shall grow ... SHALL GO!!! Love your life, produce great films out there with the NPP Acre and Globe T.V. team. Walter Clark, Paulo and Chico Caruso are his childhood friends. “Power is the inexistence of non-power”, he said as he spoke about the Government. God never forbade anything. He usually says that he has THE GLOBE and doesn’t need the Net. He Loves his blue net where he gazes upon the sun and planets, dreams and lives. (108) He hates mean and unscrupulous people ... Making mistakes is human but making someone make a mistake is inhuman. He had been married, it didn’t turn out right, one day he left ... he didn’t even say goodbye ... he didn’t even see his son who is now 16 Earth years old
and has lots of fun with his Father. He hates fights but when a fight starts with him, you don’t want to know ... He is a great idealist, he understands the Art of living well, eating well, dressing well. His best friend is God!!! His 2nd is Mauro Antonio de Castro, his 3rd is Jorge Martins, his Guru(2) in São Paulo, his fourth is his Hotel bedroom, where the observer’s pieces of writing are born. There are many Muses, most of them are friends ... The Mother of his daughters is Russian, Catarina Kabaroff, the one who sent her writer off into the world, because that is the way she lives. The family is happy, the young boy’s heart woke up, thank God!!! Many people have helped with the formation of this writer: Pedro de Orleans e Bragança, Ricardo Zoucas, THE EGYPTIAN, Abilio Diniz, Dudu the shoe shiner. Lina, the girl who has an antiquary and knows everything, Denize Caran, the great tanned girl from the desert who knows Cassio and lives in the woods so she won’t need or dream. Mrs. Zeze, Robertinho’s mother from Tagua street ... Maria Jose Lipi, who showed the writer the other side of life and made the Miners Love each other from 1940 till today.
(1) Varying in Brazil from 6,000 meters to 6,600 meters. (2) Oriental master
The writer sometimes comments that he would like to meet the person who “CRUCIFIED HIM”... referring himself to Jesus ... and for that reason, the Priests say until today that they are the owners of the truth that very few have access to and, to confirm their knowledge they have a book about Planet MARS which inspired him to write “THE EXTERMINATING PLANET” His basic worries are: House, food and clean clothes, which many times shocks whoever knows him and tells him: “you have too much potential to only want that” ... to which he replies: “Do you think it’s not enough?” GOD SHALL SUPPLY ... said his grandmother, Mrs. Lucinda Pereira da Silva. He was hunted down in 1968, when he wrote “THE FINGER MAN”, but he never complained, because after the Caldron explosion he understood how much is still to explode ... As for Earth’s destiny, those who have never done anything good should be worried, however, you can repent yourselves and, in seconds, start all over again. Those who have done good, haven’t done more than their own obligation!!! After all, it is nice to talk to someone who was many times “crucified” and apparently didn’t worry at all, just as if he were going to heaven ... (109) FIRST LOVE One day I asked God for Love and Peace! I had discovered Peace deep inside of me, beside me.
I fetched Love in the Fields, the Seas, the towns and far very far from me. I reached the surroundings of the Moonlight in various dreaming Bohemia’s, That there, right there was where He should be. But no, Love reached me And I wasn’t even expecting it. (110) BLUE FLOWER Rose on a stem, brought by the hands of that little girl who lulls me to sleep and says to me Oh, Blue Flower, if you are this beautiful, is it because you are, or because whoever made you is beautiful? - “Because who made me thinks you’re beautiful and wants you beautiful” - “Me, beautiful?” - “Yes, in your essence, your zephyr, your conscience and in the great Galaxy of Life ... She, the tanned girl who offered you the flower is the one who wants to meet you, she is the one who brought you the moon, the sun and the entire Nature ... I am synthetic, I am a Blue Tube the colour of your Blue Space, stuck to the Rose, colour of Love ... (111) SHALL I GO? I tidy the equipment’s of the various passages and highways where I came from. THE LUZITANO said to me “something shall happen!!!” And, without rush, I would lay down and simply wait for what the UNIQUE MIND would send to my daybreak ... Dreams have always been of great Love and the reality that those, the mean people created, is of much pain. For me, it would be better to lay down waiting than to run out looking for an end with no purpose at all. The backwoods man introduced me to you, I went and came back, half of the baggage was left; half a Love was born. The other half of Everything, that can generate Everything, is now inside me and inside my Heart, feeling a bit anguished ... “Shall I go?” And my brain which hurt all night says: “You twisted your ankle and stayed ... The Madeira woman arrived ... The caboclos(1) of this Hotel are imprisoning you ..., Go!!! For you are Free to Go and Smile! My Heart jumps and you haven’t arrived yet, the luggage is ready, the doubt of you wanting to really assume this “crazy boy” who is now even more crazy, because he turned into a MAN.
Man of bed, table and who doesn’t even know how to say that he is crazy for you! The sun brings a nice day and you, where are you? The biggest bills are silent. I feel that I have done something wrong and you have turned cold ... what was it? Or is it you who doesn’t want me to go?! The Poet. (112) I WOULD LIKE I would like you to have the entire sky of my Planet where there is the inexistence of colour. I would like to call you Love, way before the day is born and write on my bedside table paper the truth I feel when I dream of you. I would like to give you a soft Teddy Bear as a present, with tender eyes, affectionate and tender-hearted like the biggest and best of lovers. I would like to dream that we were: Me, You and all those who are really a part of your LOVE dream, all pretending to be there for each other and taking seriously the fact of nobody being more interesting than us.
(1)A civilized Brazilian Indian of pure blood.
I would like to write an entire book, with all the characters you can imagine in your little girl life and being the author, receive the beginning of Everything on the End Day. I would like to really tell you: “I LOVE YOU!” I shall never stop saying that, after all, we were made for each other ever since the day when day didn’t even exist and the UNIVERSE was just DARKNESS. I would like to carry you in my strong arms, feel you smile as you jump a clean water river, dive in the woods and make you vibrate like the birds and all the animals vibrate when they Love each other. I would like you to feel all that I am very close to yourself: POET, Writer, Drunk, dreamer, Fortyish Male, Hermit, Man; in short, everything that I am and want to be just for you! I would like you to come to my house, just like I go to yours and we could understand each other forever as we have never understood each other before and that in the moments of tears you would let all your pain flow so that all the absence of Love would flow from inside of you too. I would like to do so many things, that I don’t know what I can do to do Everything I wish ... I would like the verb to be in the present and not in the conditional so that great part of what I would like to do would already be happening. I would like to be shameless and jump on your neck to tell you with my lips, with my soul, with all my being, how much I Love you!
I would like to be ignorant, without the easiness of words and verbs, so that, with only one gesture I could stop the “would like” and start the LIKE! (113) I would like to be sincere, so sincere, to the point of finding out that if I haven’t done everything yet it’s because I am afraid Loving or it’s because I am sure that you have never Loved me, I would like to, I would really like, to take away this doubt and there is only one way! Risking Everything and maybe stay with Nothing else, including you! I would like to, I swear I would, I would like to make you Happy, God, how I would like to leave my heart very, very much HAPPIER! RA! PICINGUABA HERMIT 02.10.89 MATO GROSSO DO SUL - BRAZIL. My Mountain is 6 Mountains from here. O LIBERAL - EDITIONS, PROMOTIONS AND MARKETING LTD. MADEIRA ISLAND - PORTUGAL All the facts quoted in this book are true and of the entire responsibility of the author.
(114) Autobiography To feel myself once again as an author was extremely nice. As of the Autobiography, I am a son of God and I am totally sure of that. Is there need of more?! RA. The Hermit 8.12.89 Merry Universal Christmas! 8.12.89: Original Edition 20.01.96: 2nd Edition.