lol, camuflagem 10.0 – desvio

Apesar de ter criado uma história. Não a publico. Fica apenas a imagem de um lol tirolês.

lol, camouflage 8.1 – ishmael

The ship raced fast and the Jolly Roger waved proudly. Kissed by a steady wind the “Black” galleon caressed the waves sensuously – elegant. The buccaneers, led by Black Dog, knew that they would find good fortune as soon as they left the Bristol Harbor behind. Black Dog always had an ace up his sleeve, but this time he had the full deck. Black Dog obtained from Walter Raleigh, his great friend still imprisoned in the Tower of London for having seduced a handmaid of Queen Elizabeth I, the indication that El Dorado was located in the area of Guyana; in the tropical rain forest that extends from the mouth of the Orinoco to the Amazon: a better tip than this, impossible. Black Dog did not need great encouragement to aim to confirm firsthand the confidential information. If this proved to be true, Walter Raleigh would be a great friend; if it were false, Raleigh would not go through the shame of having been deceived. There are currently not many friends, true friends, like Black Dog: right? A golden friendship!
They landed on Tortuga for a light decompression and refueling. When they spotted Barbados, Black Dog ordered the crew to assemble on the deck. From the top of the castle, he told them they were going in search of the mythical El Dorado. His companions of fortune shouted sonorous “Hurrahs” and in joy sang the song:
‘Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!’

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lol, camouflage 8.0 – the steps

lol goes up the stairs … 1, 2, 3, 4, 34 … He is 10 meters above the ground – verticality. Once he reaches the platform he travels its six meters of length. Inhales, exhales, inhales, sighs. He turns his back. lol is standing perched on the edge of the platform. He takes a deep breath. He boosts himself and jumps. And so we see him travelling in seconds the distance to the water with his legs bent, glued to his chest and his arms holding his shins. At the last moment he opens himself up in such a disorderly manner that the aim of entering the liquid in blue at a 90 degree angle falls apart. He plummets (a perfect “belly-flop”) into the water in a cross position: arms open, legs open – X marks the SPLASH!

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lol, camouflage 6.1 – by books

lol in typical Next Thursday fashion has navigated through books never before navigated. He has left the three-dimensional space and entered the multidimensional space. He is looking for the perfect book for his hideaway. So, he jumps from book to book like a grasshopper – free of responsibilities, of deadlines to meet. His current motto could almost be “Pack your knapsack and go.” After so much jumping and running through amazing, minimalist and tragic books, of dense, light and dour writing, he opts, for his lair, for an illustrated book filled with people sitting on roofs, peering from windows and doors, descending and ascending stairs, dressed in blue, green, brown, yellow or striped, traveling on a train, ship or submarine; with strange and normal objects; with real bears and teddy bears; with fish and dinosaurs, horses, cows and even robots. In that crowd, that mosaic of confusion, lol realizes, finally, that he will be camouflaged. Then we hear him say ‘let me through’ while bypassing a green tank driven by a yellow fish; ‘do not push’ as he crosses paths with a blue group of soldiers; ‘do not fall’ as he faces Humpty Dumpty, who is on top of a wall made of books. Then we see him getting more than annoyed when he observes that the house made of cards is occupied by an astronaut, a skier, a conductor, a matrioska. lol throws his arms up high and grumbles loudly ‘SERIOUSLY! EVEN A MATRIOSKA?’

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lol, camouflage 6.0 – orange juice

lol is sitting in a chair while nibbling, indecisively, between a croissant and a pains au raisins. From the balcony of one of the rooms on the third floor of the hotel Plage des Pins he enjoys a beautiful view of the blue sea and concludes that the smell of the Mediterranean Sea in Argelés-sur-Mer has a distinct fragrance. He finishes a delicious orange juice and decides to throw some balls – A game of pétanque is taking place on the beach.
‘Bonjour! Il y a une place pour une personne? J’ai mes propre boules.’
‘Bien sûr. Nous sommes jusqu’à fini ce match.’

lol smooths his mustache, fixes the béret and waits – satisfaction.

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rotring série 600

Uma rOtring 600 Newton Rollerball Prateada
Uma rOtring 600 da Colecção Preta
Uma rOtring 600 Trio Prateada (lápis 0.7, azul e vermelho)

desenho para ela e ele

Um desenho da Margarida em azul.

jonathan: atsuko (tome 15)

Adoro aventuras de viagens, por isso quando na revista L’Immanquable n.º 9 vi que uma nova história de Jonathan ia ser editada fiquei contente.

Agora que terminei a minha primeira leitura completa de 2012 (L’Immanquable n.º 9, n.º 10 e nº 11) devo dizer desde já que esta aventura de Jonathan não me encheu as medidas – tudo depende da motivação interior.

jonathan: atsuko

jonathan: atsuko

É uma história intimista, muito lenta, o caracol consegue ser mais rápido, com alguns desenhos às vezes desleixados; um exagero nas cores (tenho a impressão que é um álbum “atirar a ver se cola”). E apesar de gostar de histórias intimistas desta feita foi um álbum que não me transmitiu nada – frio como a neve. Acredito que se o ler noutra altura o descubra de outra forma, porque para este tipo de leitura tudo depende da motivação interior.

Continuarei a admirar o trabalho de Cosey, como adorei a história “O Buda Azul”.

autor: Cosey // editora: Lombard // páginas: 54 // lançamento: 4 de nov.2011

azul e ferro

Torre em ferro na Serra da Marofa.


Duas manchas; duas vezes.