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a source of spiritual misery. ——– by Caio Fern.


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Oh, the electricity must to be saved this month. Let’s only use flash lights I bought for camping that didn’t happen yet, it is late of night and will make the neighbors freak out thinking there is a thief at home.
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She is skinny and beautiful but since when it is secrete the fact men like me have a strong preference for more fleshy women?
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I could be quite in my corner pretending I am one of them but I had to take risks. I know what you are talking behind my back. I know because others have said the same before. It is your lack of authenticity that makes you a stranger to me, not what you think or do. I know what it leads to… I’ve survived many times.
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As long as I understood, Jesus said the sons of the world are smart for the things of this world but the sons of God aren’t so much. It only proves to Whom all my existence belongs. I don’t know what to do with myself and I am too old to learn new tricks. I don’t know how to survive and the fact I am alive proves that miracles happen every single day all the time.
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It is all very disappointing because everything I can do with a group I do much better and faster alone. So I put the helmet on and one of my old flannel shirts. I face the cold wind and never look back listening to music composed and recorded in distant countries because they remind me of the life I don’t have, but share the feelings. After many kilometers: DAWN.
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Dawn is never glamorous or pretty as I can’t see it through buildings and other concrete constructions. It is more like an intuition that something new is up to start. And in fact something new starts… but nothing changes. How can something new starts if the old things never get finished? So…..
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You leave home with faith that in some corner someone will notice you and give you a chance to live with dignity and be loved. You do many things to force it to happen, you do all the right things and the wrong things, you go to all the kinds of places and cross the world. After so many years you only go back home and take your shoes off saying to yourself tomorrow is a new day, who knows, brush your teeth before to go to bed.
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She is skinny and beautiful. And so smart and mature for her age…. but is still too young for me. She wants to experiment things I am already tired to know. She has to pass by situations I don’t want to pass anymore and I hated when it happened. We can’t be together. She says she loves me, she doesn’t, she loves the lies I told her and will never confess.
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It is weird to see the world by this angle. Everything is so far from this remote flipped over south side. What is the difference between watching a movie with Hobbits or a documentary about the global economy? So it is nice to wear my best suit with English cut to ride a Chinese bike listening to Swiss musik being an German-Italian guy with a Portuguese last name in a South American country going to a Japanese supermarket buying Brazilian supplies and prepare Bavarian food throwing bites to my Tibetan dogs while watching North American sitcoms. What does it mean? Nothing. Obvious identity is for cowards.
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ohhh. But I am a coward. Guilty. As every man I have my list of necessities. Things I must to conquer in this life. Recently I realized all my dreams aren’t less silly and useless than the list of toys I used to do for Christmas when was a children.  I don’t want to face the fact all I need for real is death and salvation. Who is brave enough to embrace this? Death is natural, but salvation…. Would I recognize real light if I see it? Would I see it anyway?
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So it is Saturday-Sunday past midnight and soon I will go out to ride, among drizzle, junks, drunk drivers, dirt, and whores. Among sin and crimes the air is fresher to brief and easier to run. Sure I fear for myself. There is always a chance to be my last ride, breath and sight. I am a stag in the forest, not a predator even if I run and observe as a ranger.
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It is funny because at 8:00 AM a group of cyclists will be gathered to run all down town, when it is warm and safe. I will be there pretending I am one of them, ignoring what they say behind my back. Hi, you know my name and I am one of you. My lies never end. My body will be exhausted and they will be fat and lazy after breakfasts complain it is too early for a Sunday and are still feeling asleep.  I just want an excuse to ride a little bit more, this time feeling safe even if it is all fake.
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List of things I must to conquer in this life. Doesn’t matter the results, any idea related to it is a source of spiritual misery.
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All the arrogance of my hands – by Caio Fern.


 

One more hot shower in a cold day and I will be done before to face the tea and the drizzle out there. 

The dogs stink and my house has a light aroma of  Dijon Mustard, Einsbein and feet. The grey light coming through the not so opened window makes it perfect. 
It is all the same over the dark brow furniture and that is what I fought so much for. Have my prayers been answered already? 

If should I ride the bike with my rain coat or take the subway with my umbrella, if should I stay home pretending I am doing something useful or dig myself under the blanket…..only the extension of my chest will be able to say. 

So…. if I looked for that specific kind of warm golden skin and breasts was because I only wanted protection while pretended I was the Alfa Male of the situation. She was supposed to worthship me in a cozy presence while I hold her in my arms saying everything would be fine as it was all I wanted so much to hear my entire life. 

Oh yes yes yes my dear, I know more than every one could……  let’s not forget how blessed I am for have been so cursed and never, never whisper or murmur again. One day the sea will be opened and all the difference will be made. I know the promises and  I know my wishes, and… I know very well what I am capable to do, you don’t have to repeat it all over again. Haven’t I kept myself faithful to all this?

All the arrogance of my hands and smiles come from my humble nature, see, it is very naive if you look into my eyes at least once. 
In the shower I realized that only exist three kinds of women in this world : 
 - The ones who throw themselves on me.  
 - The ones who masturbate thinking of me.  
 - And the ones who masturbate thinking about me and then throw themselves on me.  
Yeah, I know I am handsome.

 

When I woke up this morning I felt like a grey bubble filled with all the traumas and negativity of my life was been taking out of my body and soul for good. Then I fell asleep again. Then I woke up almost noon. Then I noticed it was drizzling. Then the aquarium fishes needed to be fed. Then I felt cold and dirt. Then I forgot all I was supposed to do in my life. Then I was free. Then I remembered all my life was supposed to be and isn’t. Then I was miserable again. 

It is so peaceful to be a failure in flesh holding a hot mug in the cold afternoon while all the success out there in the world struggles so hard to keep their miserable prosperity. 
Let me just sit here in front of my bike leaned against the wall while the harry red dog lies on my feet  working on his new bone. I quit the world again, I am free for today.

extensions of gestures.


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among the shortest extensions of my gestures 
you hide your breath from me.  
… did someone stop to trust me here? how could it be any of us fault? 
 
i don’t care from where your mute voice comes now. 
i hate distances as much as i ignore here and now.  
…and what else has our lives been if not conforming and settling for about where we are and not where we want to be? 
 
even by the longest extensions of my gestures 
nothing practical has been built. 
isn’t a painful miracle that life has kept from us all the love apart?  
 
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…… so i have used the brightest color to refer to your most private and noble nature.  
and it is important to remember i didn’t get blind by the situation. 
 
any one of us are that brilliant about numbers and math but we must to make clear how many excuses must to be invented in order to create an escape.  
no excuses for us.
there is nothing to flee and this is what is making me really sad.  
there is nothing to avoid and there is nothing to do.  
there is nothing to fix , there is nothing broken.  
this is all just not viable.  
 
all the strength of my gestures will never change it.  
this is all just not viable.
this is all just sad.

ALEMÃO by Caio Fern


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some of the artworks art made inspired by the book Alemaõ by Caio Fern


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Book Alemão, written by Caio Fern.
(photo with tea by Crissant)
( photo with book in an inverted image by Gabriella Mirollo )
(photo of the book’s cover by Maren Wieczorek )

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Check Caio’s paintings:
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Alemão – revised – the new version


Alemão – revised – the new version

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As a matter of fact nothing was revised , the book is exactaly the same. What changed is that now one of the characters of the first chapter, an scientist from Oregon have its sentences re-writen by William Michaelian. He had done this favor to me before I have published the book last October. But I made a mistake and published the version without William’s help.
Now it is all ok and perfect.

Hope you like it.

It is described as a love story between two characters that grew up together and decided to give up of understanding or belonging to the world creating their own values and life style… the novel exposes contemporary values by the point of view of who lives at the other side of the concept of globalization and new world.

http://www.blurb.com/my/book/detail/2081181

Shadow of a Child – by Gabriella Mirollo


She posted about her birthday and the fact she dislikes Christmas because one is too close of the other and Christmas takes all the attention, what i think it is pretty fair as it happens with many children all over the world that born near Christmas. Now I received this book before Christmas but said to myself that would only post about after day 26, 27…… Gabriella has one more reason to dislikes Christmas now ! Sorry my dear .
I loved this book .

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