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After you


(For my princess Lea Lipkovo)

Having seen you at the airport upon arrival, have told you a few words uncertain ... We were both tired, but still some spark ignited a stack of firewood forgotten within each of us.

Having made that long journey through the dark to the place unknown and distant, silent, not even knowing what was awaiting us at the other end of the night.

Have you seen exhausted at midnight at that stop for coffee in the middle of dark woods, listening to the sounds of owls and other nocturnal creatures. The wind almost sculpted ice scars on our faces.

have seen you sleepy the next morning, and so little green eyes, your face still showing the warm colors of dreams. Have gone out into the cold again, the city ex-Soviet ... Terms

started talking after dinner, drinking too much meaning ... Have you heard that woke up hearing someone sing in the shower in the room immediately above yours. I have realized that it was I who awakened you. I wish I could sing you forever ...

have touched your hair for the first time in early morning, cold in the garden opposite the church, have held in my hot little hand your. Have felt the moisture of your lips, the fragrance of your breath, the touch of your tongue when we were both so far away when we were both so uncertain, when we were both so alive ...

Have you kissed. Have you kissed and make sense once more my heart send blood into the arteries again, my whole being functioning perfectly as the most sophisticated piece of machinery. Have felt joy, right there in Eastern Europe. Have sensed your body slowly forcing way into the mine, and then more and more ... Want to join?

have known it would not last, tried to keep only the best of what each had to offer two other ... Term prepared us for goodbye.

have desired so much time to be quiet for a few moments, days, hours. Have accepted all that he could take us over that period ... Have felt your arms around my body at night. Have loved.

Having made the return journey in separate places, sleepy and afraid of words. Have you taken to the airport, have been there waiting for a miracle that never came. Having to leave you and I to leave you there with your luggage ...

your shoulders have involved just one more time, have looked into your eyes just once more, having played in your hair ... Have wished that there were just two of us, have given you one last kiss, soon, sore. Have you orphans and said some words I head for the exit, never to look at you. Having lost ...

not trade for anything.

(Photo: Rezekne, Latvia, September 28, 2008 / Text: Tomar, Portugal, 12 October 2008)

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Underwater


How many of us are still breathing? Can you really hear me? Are we still alive? We've all

Walked That extra mile, we've all made dreams come true Either by writing, painting, sculpting, writing or music making science. It's true. And In Those dreams we've tried to hold to each other's arms. I guess we’re here for some reason, although I can’t quite get it. Not yet anyway. But do we still have the time to do it?

From now on, if time makes it easy on us all, we can go on honouring our existences and dreams. Be what you write about. Be as beautiful as your paintings. Be as everlasting as your sculptures. Be as hypnotic as your songs. Be what you believe. Oh God, give us time!

Without all of us this place would be really dull and vain. Who else would be here, anyway, prepared for so much beauty, to contemplate it, to understand it, to cherish and make it blossom? It would not be a waste, but a shame. Meanwhile, maybe the time is coming when we’ll have to let go of it. Water is already reaching my neck, and maybe the time has come for us to close our eyes.

(Photography: Riga, Latvia, October 2nd, 2008 / Text: Tomar, Portugal, October 27th, 2008)

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If This World Was Made Out paper from the sun Could Easily burn it down


(To my friend Ioana Bohalteanu Caramiziu and her beautiful world)

Sometimes, when I’m alone, the strangest thing happens. When I look to a given point, doesn’t matter what or when, either in the street or indoor, I feel like I’m entering a totally different space and time, a totally different world, with beings totally different from you and me. When that happens I’m always conscious of everything around me, I never loose awareness of where I am. It’s only that in those moments I live, for a few seconds or minutes, in two separate and very distinct realities. It usually happens when I have the sun in front of me and its glare penetrates through my eyes directly into the inner part of my body. Even when it’s cold I can feel the warmth of that other place to which I travel.

Basically, it’s very much like this one. I can’t even tell why I feel time in there is not the same as the one in here, it’s just something I feel without being able to explain. But I do feel privileged to be able to visit that place every now and then, to make me remind, to make me feel more in touch with the human part of me, to make me dream and relax for a little while.

In there I never had the chance to speak with no one. I tried but never succeeded, even though it’s a world full of beautiful beings just like you and me, but different. They’re so ethereal and fragile, like butterflies in summer prairies, like they’re made out from paper tissues with all the colours available. Not at all like us, so strong, so tough, so everlasting and resilient.

Today I went there one more time, only if just for a few seconds. It was in the afternoon and I was in a coffee table in a square. The autumn sun was making damage to my eyes and the people were crowding the place, touching my arms and back and making me feel uncomfortable. I stared up, to the cloudless sky and to the sun, and suddenly I was taken again from here to that place. It was all very brief, but in front of me there was this woman, in red, so beautiful and delicate, made out from paper. In those few seconds I realised how I could crush her but never would. In those few seconds I realised how violent we are. In those few seconds I wanted to kiss her but never could. In those few seconds I realised how lonely we all are in this earth. In those few seconds I understood finally why they exist: to make us remind all we could be if we really tried.

(Photograph: Rézekne-Daugavpils trip, Latvia, September 29th, 2008 / Text: Tomar, Portugal, October 19th, 2008)

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