sin roce no hay cariño III

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Dentro de nada  •  ( para Alex)

 

Hoy es un dia raro

porque todo se tropieza con todo

y aparte se tarda demasiado;

demasiado en conquistar algo,

algo concreto, algo sin lodo

y sin duda en concretar lo conquistado

como unas croquetas relindas pero tan

durisisísimas que doblando van el espacio

– ay! pero qué doblau va alexpaciu –

y van que se acumulan, que se acurrucan

en este siendo de todo en demasía,

demasía de restos

demasía presente de

mega-hecatombe de indicio de restos

de sueños con indicios de restos

y

joder como retuerce,

se voltea lo de dentro pa fuera;

yaya así ni modo…

camarero!!!

Que no quiere el colador

que no quiere, que está generoso,

que le hace gracia y así lo deja todo pasar

y pasa todo tragicamente y atrás nos quedemos

sólo nosotros ( la dulce patata con hojas y yo).

Pues qué gracia, pero un poco triste también, sí,

yaque no podemos, yaque no encontramos el truco

pa ser del lodo, del lado del todo e ir pasando…

pasar también donde quiera que pasen todos

y así no mas nos desfamiliaricemos

y nos desenpechemos la raiz del momento

y encuerados al viento

y acorraladitos por el tiempo

y desacostumbrados a la caricia amiga

no nos queda otra que orar

orar y orar y orar

pero tan que desesperadamente

pero que tan de pezón en pezón

que va sintiéndose igual

que estar llorando… bueno llorando no,

aguacerando en llanto, dando hasta la nada

en pura lágrima viva, kamikaze

satoriana y final…

y no más que hasta que el propio sentir

y de pensarr lo propio también,

por lo que el sentimiento mismo y

el propio del pensamiento no sean sino líquida catarsis

y el orar entonces como estar mojado por dentro

y no ser del todo

ni de la nada ser ya

sino del pasar mismo, del movimiento

sensualmente perpetuo que sin rastro peina el universo

desde que el universo era un niño

y soñaba

que de mayor iba a ser astronauta.

 
 

gashô

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Leão e os seus calções

 
O Pastor quer que o Leão também more na internet, com os outros cães e gatos… que seja conhecido… um bocado famoso, vá =) A gente satisfaz… dos 2 lados, je je.  O Pastor é o cabelereiro do canito, ele tosquia as ovelhas e depois o cão, por isso que ele tem os “calções”. Ele e o seu camarada e o Daniel e o Leão e ainda eu conversamos um bocadinho neste fim de tarde de começado Setembro. Sobre os fogos e as ovelhas e o antigamente e o agora já na’dá e claro também sobre os 3 euros da reforma do Pastor, que podemos fazer se não rir um pouco e (pelo menos no que me toca) aprender  umas coisitas; por exemplo que há umas “caraças” que se não forem apanhadas a tempo matam os cães – é qualquer coisa como _ _ _  de ferro … ? – o uso e comprimento do cajado (esa vara de madeira na qual o Pastor se apoia) e como cozinhar ouriços do mar.

Não se vê, mas as ovelhas estão daquele lado a contar piadas porcas aos arbustos.

 

Leão  

   
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 Pastor e Leão

 

 

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sin roce no hay cariño II

 

g                         a                         s                         h                         ô

 

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sin roce no hay cariño

 

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ANA AMI LEO ➋➑ if it’s a portrait, is mine

 

 

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Life’s loops, misc text, free LUT & dinner guest

 

A = LOOPS

We cannot escape, it’s pointless to even try, but we can try and navigate life’s loops as an old drunk, happy and fearless pirate with a long beard and good heart; that’s my aim at least. And we should not deceive ourselves by thinking it would be painless and that we would not loose our cool and scream like a little girl whose hair is being pulled by a 300 Kg enraged Gorilla. So lets fucking scream our luns out aaaaaaahahhhhhhhhahaahahhhhhhAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

To me, focusing on the pressent this means that just one year later I had to help the tecnicians re-install more than 100 meters of optic fiber within a super complicated and old underground system. A PITA, yes, but not a dejavu, it is not the same as last time, sure it is a loop, yet we can always learn something or improove or just laugh at the stupid effort of deffeting optic fiber’s own mortality.
It means that after 2 years I lost my camera again and that now I have to begin the research, the evaluating options, the counting cents… the trying to figure out how to balance best my job’s priorities and my own interests and needs. It means sacrifices… of virgins, the gods are thirsty for fresh blooood

It means that while regarding certain aspects I’m a smart and capable individual, I’m still a baby, still shitting in my pants when it comes to dealing with relationships’ emotions, when it relates to making certain commitments.

So while the storm goes on… I’m going at least try to enjoy shitting in my pants 💩💩💩👖👖💩💩💩💩 💑👫💑 💩💩💩🙏💩💩🙏💩💩🙊🙊🙊💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦🍄🍄💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

 
 

B = FREE LUT 

Okay, now refreshed by digital rain we should tackle the free LUT thing.
 
IMG 3370 uvnVyWP RPP web

My edit; first 32b output from RPP ( Raw Photo Processor)

Originally this is a gorgeous photograph by Carvac, check here the original version. The image is licensed under https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/ . A big thank you to Carvac for allowing the acces to the raw file and the sharing. If you’re a linux user, make sure to check his brilliant Filmulator FOSS

From PlayRaw friendly contest we have over at pixls.us 

So pressed a 32b slippery squid with Raw Photo Processor and then mixed it with a couple homebrew LUTios. {…} the name is simple jorgito-musg3-sepiante is a son of Mark-41-musg3 and mario-sepiante-v2, a modern and fucking dysfunctional 3 dudes family =)

IMG 3370 RPP LUT 1200

With jorgito LUT

 
IMG 3370 RPP LUT 1200

A version with better separation

 
 
Case anyone interested in downloading and freely using the LUT, here it is

Jorgito LUT DL

 
 
Jorgito chart web
 
 
 
 

C = POOPOOZA TEXT

 

Estoy apuntito de que me de vergüenza

OˆO

Tu mano caliente en mi espalda
sabe siempre tan rico
mil sonrisillas se arrastran
através de la piél…

Y yo digo
padre
y yo digo
hermano
y digo
hijo
sol
sol

Yo te digo SOL

Estoy aquí
y estoy solo, pero no estoy solo
y eso me arranca una sonrisa inmenmsa
ja ja ja y los peces – sí porque estamos bajo el agua –
los peces me miran como que no como
y ponen ojos de kibushis que es
el amago de ironia rancia en un pez
y yo me rio aún más
y se me escapa el aire en un remolino de burbujas
y por eso hoy puedo decir
que casi me ahogo de felicidad
ja ja aj a

Es una amante salvaje
la Mar .,. ,..,, ./ ,., .\\.. ,
eso me gusta
a veces me asusta
pero es perpetuo el
deseo de querer estar juntas .,…/// .,..\\/ ,.,.
de ir dejándome llevar
despacito
hasta donde quiera ella,
de que me envuelva
en su sal
y olor a algas
de que me enrrede
en su melena
que no acaba ni empieza
ni sabe del tiempo
ni de cosa otra
que

AMAR

 
 
Originally completed in spanish, here a ( different) poor english version

On my back
your warm hand
feels so very good,
a thousand smiles linger
in the skin

and I call
father
and I call brother
I call son
sun
sun
I call you SUN

I’m here
and I am alone, but I ain’t alone
and that rips me a massive smile
ha ah aha
fish – ’cause we’re underwater –
fish look at me unafraid but
with kibushis’ eyes, which is a
fish’s attempt on rancid irony
and I laugh even harder
and a swirl of bubbles
brakes free
And so today I can say
almost drown of happiness
Hahaha

She’s a wild lover
the Sea .,. ,..,, ./ ,., .\\.. ,
I like that
and sometimes scares me
but it is perpetual
the desire to be together .. ,…/// .,..\\/ ,.,.
of letting myself
be taken
slowly
as far as she wants,
wrapped
in her salt
perfumed algae
engulfed
by a hair
that does not start or end
that does not know about time
or anything else
than

SEED

 
 

D = MY NEW FRIEND

 
This is Sidney, Sidney Poitier and he’s absolutelly crazy about mussels

Sidney P 1 web
 
Despite odd looking, Sydney’s such a great guy, he tells great jokes too…

Sidney P 2 web
 
The thing is that only each 8 years does Sydney say something . Yesterday he came for dinner, we shared a plate.

Sidney P 3 web
 
I’m truly glad of having found someone with whom not to talk and yet feel happy. My punk friend 😈

Sidney P 4 web
 

gashô

 
 
 

E = EXTRA (weight)

 
From A million breakfast series. Egg fried in grape seed oil with chorizo and goat cheese, homemade rye and oatmeal bread with curry-papaya’s paste, tomatoes with flower salt, oregans and virgin olive oil. Banana, oatmilk and something else’s smoothie. All organic but the sausage and the cheese. Now we can scream louder

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