Living within the boundaries of fiction, conjuring the heist of reality, an utopia, mostly drugged on capitals…

A fictional tale, about a fictional tale, incepted, provisioned by the only kleptomaniac one cannot accuse of, a reflex of our own demise.

May 3, 2021

A leitura do não verbal tomou a dimensão humana de assalto. Fez perceber que o que estava garantido, como que desapareceu debaixo dos nossos pés. Esse chão que desapareceu foi somente a realidade a anunciar-se.

October 25, 2020

Everybody consciously make efforts not to be alone – as this would mean a failure and the lack of a recognisable group theory.

Comparisons and rapport, engagement and identifiable behaviours, routines on life as a metaphor.

January 5, 2020

Há coisas que só se vêem quando acontecem e outras que não são nunca como se imaginam…

December 10, 2019

Entendimento, sobre o território. 1. a noção pela presença habitada, diária e rotineira, quase displicente do que é essa realidade emocional – levada ao extremo da ignorância da paisagem dada como certa. 2. a noção imediata, realidade sensorial, razoável mas extremamente sectária de quem visita e como entende o território – a presunção reina sobre a ínfima capacidade de poucos, emular entendimento. 3. a noção induzida, numa psicose de grupo, onde a mente coletiva prevalece, não pela missão tida em conjunto, mas pela expetativa da realidade normalizada – sem destaque, sem liderança e onde somente a orientação educada e culturalista poderá assumir o papel criador.


April 6, 2019

This mist of illusions, people call reality.


December 17, 2018

#curveball #memory #Musa #paradisiaca #thin #reality #second #meanings #awareness #view #knowledge #collective #thinking #ambiguous #concerned (at Galeria Municipal do Porto)

October 24, 2018

Input reality as it is.


October 19, 2017

Input reality as it is.


October 19, 2017

The season of commitment and profound evolutionary advancements is yet again, about to arrive.
Once more it carries the weight of shadows, just to eclipse the light, with more than me.

But it now carries the light I can foresee in my path. A mere glimpse, but still a reality based vision of achievement and fulfillment.


August 21, 2017

Wealth is a measure of proportional scale limited by the material reality of some comparisons between humans.

I consider myself as being able to live as an immaterial entity, abstract to the point of peculiar singularity. Without a comparable pair.

This is why I can keep giving everything I want to everybody I care about.


July 7, 2017

Distorting reality as a way to justify every wrong doesn’t make the real time right. Life, people and relations are much more than the visions of ourselves, and while it starts inside, it has to be seen from the outside in order to become true. This is a fundamental flaw of my time and I see it happen anywhere, anytime and by anyone.


October 25, 2016

Allow, deservedly allow the commiserated context of others. Inconspicuous reality of truth and desertion. Best judgment of the inept and of the misfit. Truthful reality of mediocre majority of men, justifying the rare exceptional awaken man inside me.


August 26, 2016

When I start demanding more, the immediate consequence is truth, followed by disappointment and yet another failure. Women are and always be women, strange beings of the most certain nature and predictable behavior.


July 31, 2016

Finding beauty in imperfection isn’t resignation resounding from mediocrity but the ability to find the singular uniqueness of reality.


July 11, 2016

Assuming truth, simplicity and realness as me. Looking forward to meet that projected self someday.


June 22, 2016

My problem is simple as when they look they don’t see me.


June 14, 2016

Only a simple man biology can dictate his altered reality.


April 28, 2016

I’ve never been more optimistic about anything than now… Then, I realised i was only wondering inside a lucid dream, of another person. I woke up before myself and started conducting a beautiful day from all the things I could have found wrong. I slept again but now I had the comfort of awareness inside causality.


April 12, 2016

A full chest of lies is nothing compared with my empty head of truth’s.

They seem to be in an unbalanced relation in the prioritized society of today. Given the opportunity to compare truth with lie I cannot even see the proximity of importance, and even less the inverted situation between the meaning and use of the two concepts. But this is the reality of the same society that resemble a group of friends in constant battle over nothing just to falsely impose bonds.

I have no lies inside but the ones others keep on giving me for free. I try to signal them about the empty head I have, abjected and geometrically reflecting outside that given words, but they try to force that norm through me as if a rule had to become true. Altruistic as I am I keep some lies as truths just to fulfill the fact that this is another reality for someone and so being, as for my constant redirect myself to others, I have to keep the insanity of this type of living real to others as well. What a waste of time, what a psico dilemma, what a wonderful friend I am…

Strangeness comes sit next to me when everything is an old, enormous expelled wasted matter, made from recycled resounding lies. Stranger than truth, revoked as part of morality and staggering me as I see the depth (and shallowness) of entire bands of society settled in this inversion of values and modus in life. Sad. “True”. Real conflict of interests made relative to the lack of morality imposed by deceiveness.

I am nothing but an observant, casted as an actor, narrating what I write and recording the scenes of sounding truths, just to find myself inside of myself. I am not a moralistic man, I have my commitments and doubts as everybody else, some strange and misleading, some so simple that are even more strange, but I still chose to work hard everyday and achieve an empty head, of truth.

So lost and so busy trying to find nothing when they only needed to use truth to find all of themselves all.


April 1, 2016

Expectations are the art of delusional fake reality.


March 3, 2016

When a woman elects her body as an object of lust and desire she transcends perfection with pure reality.


January 14, 2016

Expand. Absorb the debris of the floating doubt and inhale the particles of faith in visions. Contract. Deflect the gifts of the sincere hoax outside the inner borders of truth.


October 8, 2015

When you are the sum of your skills you can become a precious tool.

When you critic your skills constructively you are a creative.

When you interpret your skills enough to flourish your mind with questions you are a skilled crafter.

When you do nothing and reality changes, I am the master.


September 20, 2015

The more I open my eyes the less obvious I see what is in front of us all.


September 5, 2015

Eyes are not enough to see.


August 2, 2015

Believe in reality despite knowing how contagious it is to dream.


July 1, 2015

Forcing inspiration to become real apparently resolves dreams.


May 16, 2015

Run away and follow your instinct, you will find me in the opposite direction.


February 25, 2015

The exposed core isn’t near the event horizon you cannot understand.


February 14, 2015

Representing reality lacks interpretation and self context.


February 1, 2015