El Malpensante Sabe Pensar

quien sabria o habria imaginado que por accidente y lleno de disimulo espontaneo, tras el estilo y la marana de sabio el malpensante vendria a leer Lo que Suelo decir Cuando nadie me escucha....

Master.. it has been a Pleasure
Now It seems we are not going to Albania.. but to Amsterdam - a g a i n -

Satin cocktail

Satin Sheets, Wagner, a Davidoff, czech absynth, no light, parisian wind, euro Accents, disclosed nudity, your eyes on the roof and the sound of a tic tac

that makes of a molotov a coca cola:

Out for Holland. interesados llamen

and i am getting you back my dear.....comming close and unseen
like ghosts
like never seen before creatures
Like guardian angels

all full of love

Engel rennt

To Do list:

Get to holland -for free no strings attached-
Find a House- in exchange of something else-
get it Back - We're comming close.. like the snow-
be a millionaire - and conquer the air below-
be happy - despite the gray that surrounds us-
save your life- YOURS YOURS TRULY YOURS-
Read - novecento, praha poetry or anything else readable-
Drink martinis an absynth - I hate to be drunk, just drink enough to be able to keep on walking-
See my parents - and tell them that i lov them-
Go insane- with the blessing of knowing how to tame the Amok-
shave - I dont like to shave-
stop smoking - I used to be a non smoker-
buy clothing - I am tired to look the same to the mirror-

passing the Year

conquer my World.

and to finish.... Run, there, to the Dark, to the unknown, Where no one Will ever Remeber You - YOU YOU YOU YOU AND ONLY YOU-

Part-Dieu

"En la Vida uno Tiene que hacer una eleccion: Uno nace para el Porno o para la historia"

Felipe Hermida

back to the place the dictionnary Calls Home. I am Gonna Miss the Workshop. the Fantastic Four - Ill talk about that- and the Duel of Virgiliu in the company of my Favourite Belgian and Leonore. It Was a Great moment of human explotation and humble Teachings where I Met an Italian Monegasque, a slovak stakhanovist, a french Italian Called beretta - like the gun- and an occidental arab meet the fantastic four

lets go to the basics. Part Dieu is probably My favourite Train station of the World. probably Because it's all of Lyon I met. In the Train, from the 25 seats We were supposed to have we got only five so, we drank Wild Wine and old beer inbetween the vagons gambling with the malpensante, Igor the slovak that only slept a day -é' hours- and worked 3 in a row saying with a strong slavic accent - it is time to work this is subhuman- as in lunchtime he came to the kitchen just to take 2 corn spoons. I remembered the old day in Santamarta With the boys and my father nailing wood for the Ships and drinking water as the Ocean danced infront of our eyes and I dreamt of Manga and Carolina and the Glorious past that I was to take back as Paris didnt exist still and Romania was a memory not long gone.

I remembered myself there. spending Time With you Winiarska and you and you and you as my friends pissed me off and all I wanted is to be Nailing my boat again and head for the Unknown... then he died. all I wantedto do is a Star on the Floor " yll" and the presence of besa still there as Rammstein pushed me, like the slovak to work harder. and to immerse myself in silence and Quiet as they all saw me handing a hammer saying to themselves " that's a hell of a roughneck" as I felt Alone again against the World and felt the Air thicker Because Death took someone Away... I felt alone..silent and the malpensante Gave me a Cricket that gave me the Reason to Jump somewhere else.. it was time to move forward there.. making art for the people that never had anything to do with it....

now we Are back. I feel bad for a Friend I despise and Can't stand anymore. I feel bad for a love long gone and probably never existant. I feel bad for Physical attraction gone in 60 seconds back to Praha. I feel Bad Cause it' been a year here Being Prisoner of my own liberty - not freedom- I feel bad because this government and the pincesses neighbour negociate with my own hated Guerrillas

I feel Bad Cause I am Feeling good without a clear Reason

I feel Good cause You miss me mom

there's more in life than porn and history
not the history of porn
but the porn of history... wich is the insane side of life

Old Virgiliu

yesterday Virgiliu Died.
We were Expecting Death to come for him
I wasn't expecting to feel overwhelmed
I never thought Air would turn thicker.
But thats life. justa Higway to Death
and you left Without giving me a Chance to say Goodbye

Goodnight old Virgiliu
See you Again

R e q u i e m

The mislove Of Angelica Manga

Its been a year that I live in Frenchie Land. a Year that I left my Home for the second Time and Quit my life in an airport With only my parents Gran parents My Girlfriend and the martini lady. Didnt Turn Back until I saw Her Cry. then It all Ended. ended because it never started again

That Day Was Diegos b day Again and that Day the other Diego Died. 5 years ago I met Diego and never thought that day that me Man I was getting to know Was To be Killed Serving the Land and Country We all Spit on.

Then I Suffered for a Year. looking for Peace in empty Glasses of absynth and the Streets Of montmartre. Dancing Ballet With a Pee Legged Dancer and Talking to some albanian that I found by Coincidence, to a pair of frenchies That I learned to like and to a belgian that in the end Was more polish than Belgian. i Spent my time. dreaming of being a teacher and Escaping of the gray Sadness that the memory of Angelica, the Great love of my life, placed upon me like an Iron Maiden Piercing my Heart and Soul.

then this Website Went Mad. people From the World Read it As I travelled to Venice Dreaming of a Paradise for her and I and To Holland looking for Calm after a Period of sickness and Deviance that a Brazilian who i Forgot to talk about above Took the time to take me out from.

Then Angelica Came Back. but Besa Was there

I must say that has been the one time I have been happy in long. I had to return Home losing everything I barely dared to conquer and Build here, all the plans made with the Malpensante and the World and there she was. on the metro station Looking at me like a poor bastar knowing she was the love of my life and that I wasn't hers.

then It all came as expected. He and I became Friends. his neighbour and I became Friends and she hesitated without realizing that despite I wasnt that Greeat Love I was the small one Buried in the deepest Part of Her. the conflict Remained. the Pain Remained but placebos Were Better. i was inlove of someone else.

the last day I took Her to the airport. after some innnocent flirting " you are beautiful Lucas, without any double sense" " I love you very very much" " I missed you" and as she just shat on the fact that I wanted to Remain Friends as she only awaited to go back home and Have a Great Fuck With a man I used to respêct but disrespected Given the Fact He didnt turn out to be the Gentleman he took himself for

at the aiurport she Slept. we Came Home again. she insulted me and made me Cry. she kissed me and I got pissed. THAT was the death's touch. It Was all Over. she said she didnt Want to see me anymore and then We had a talk, looking at the Eiffel Tower and I just Said Inbetween her tears " be an iron lady, be a colossus, live that fantasy you live, in the end I am getting What I look for, be strong, be like the tower, an iron lady, with her feet on the ground and her hands on the sky, higher than god and Vowing you Dear. cause you Were the only woman I dared to die for"

time passed she came home and left him. I went to the Bonsai's man house. I called my Dear and Told her that i Loved her. 4 weeks after I left to the east. when I came back. it Was all over again.

I wrote to you angelica.. and you never replied

and I realized i wasn't expecting it back.

Lieb Dich.... Kleine Keine NULL
Lieb Dich.... Mein Engel.
Requiem
hasta que nos encontremos en la muerte de los moribundos

roughnecking

I am a Mortar concrete Worker now in Lyon. want to see me Working, go to the link here http://www.lesgrandsateliers.fr/ and hit the Webcam on top of your screen. real Time.

Gente del planeta tierra hispanoparlante, ahora soy obrero y mano de obra graztuita para el Malpensante y un japones mariquetas, si me quieren ver trabajando vayan al link de arriba y pongan la webcam. Horario Frances. paila. pero generalmente si no estoy trabajando ahi me veran divagando en mi propio delirio

Dekujem

Parfois Je crache Par plaisir Sur le Portrait de ma Mère

sometimes I spit by Pure pleasure on my Mothers portrait

a Friend Told me " there's people born with a silver spoon on their mouth, I was born with something stuck on my ass. when I turned my Head to look at what It was, I figured out it turned to be the devils dick"

yes Dear. sometimes I spit on your portrait
and it is a Magic moment

Drei drachen, Drei Engel; Drei Himmel, Drei Hölle

Three seconds is all it takes the life of a gypsy to follow a new path
Three seconds is all you need
not 17
Not One
Not a last minute

that night I Went to see her. charming pretty Angelical as usual. she said Hi hesitating about the kisses of innocence and Guilt. I said Hi and we Wondered as you queenie Were Dreaming of Winged men and Abnormal Neighbours as he, by consequence. was doing the usual nonesense Golden shit. It was a good time despite telephones Cold coffee Cigarrettes and Arguing - which seems tio be included in albanian blood-. I just Said I made choices. i could only give to thers what I was, I could only offer to natasha the prostitute a nevergiven before chance, and to Drahomira the lack of faith she held on my Romanian Crucifix. But at least. all I had I could give it to one person.

I stood and Talked about choices. Bad choices good choices, odd choices.
she was closing the doos and I Yelled " you are beautiful and impossible"
she Said she knew She Was impossible
I told her" you chose that, as you chose this, you are on time on make up your mind.. the morning hasn't gone yet"
as I left Lighting the first fag she Gave me.
On my way like Lenny
as My mind just slept With her on rotting mattresses

then Feli Came; we drank. we fought, we discover we never discovered the other One. I fell to the ground and I lef. taking the Roses From Hongkong and Prague
Going to see the old friends
to just Wake up in harmonic brazilian accents as the duquesa and I were becoming brothers and she remained as my last token of sanity
Set me free liberty
Set me free menina
Set me free set

and Now I am Heading to lyon. to be an artist. with Master malpensante and with a renowned jap I ve never heard of- like the poetry woman on stephansdom-
to come back, with lines on my face and the spirit of peaceful War
in the name of love
in the name of solitude
in the name of this Sweet melancholy I chose to live
to find death in eternal Memoriam

Three seconds Is all you need
Three Seconds Is all I care
for the last cigarrette and the last kiss
or probably the last time to hold my hand on the air pulling the strings of the eyes that the master of puppets aboved decided to make look
Human Painful Nature

three Seconds Is all I have- lo demas se los dejo a ustedes-

Kriegs Und Kultur

I Declare WAR
In the name of the father
In the name Of the man
In the name Of you all ( bastards )
I Declare War
Dressed in white in the company of white doves
in the company of the purest of the brides
with the angels on my side
I declare War
lacking of any weapon and Armor
without any Violence
no hate and no regret
I declare War
and I dont want to see the blood on the floor
the smell of open flesh
and the sweet cold touch of death
I declare War
because Love already has been declared

Twilight Zone

Colombia is not the third World.... it is the fourth

Hidden in another dimension

Sa Majesté Engel Atreyu Reve de Pigalle et de toi dans des draps de satin

80% Basquiat

"My art is 80% rage Guaranteed" Jean Michel Basquiat

"My blog is 80% Amok" Engel Atreyu

at this moment I would Like To give you all the ppurest of the most Insane poetry from my soul. comming out from my mind and vocal chords in an ethereal orgasmic Wave Which couldnt be experienced only by finding the best of absynthes. I would like to preserve Good Feelings for all of you. health for anita. Money for the Martinilady, Force For Era, Will For Feli, Luck for Camilo, wilderness for Angelica. Faith for my parents, Love for Besa

But All I have to give is the amok running through me

and Here I am. Moving to my new House

People of the World. I am a New Inhabitant of Pigalle

Welcome to Paradise

Glory Box

It is time to open my glory box again

I had a good day yesterday. Hunting for a house and then they showed up, not interesting. self confident and arrogant. didnt are. just smiled remebering I was proud of not being that Way.. that mechanical Animal.
Came " home" the princess brought me a book because I called her cheap. Nuits de prague as she said She knew I wanted to return there forever - and now I think I should have never left that place- I smiled. kissed her and she got angry because her sickness was contagious and I was supposed to die for it as I do not have the same defenses than a Chineese - Darling.. I have already died-

today I woke up Early. feli Went to do his exams and as usual found a way to disrupt my morning prayers. We Ran out of cigarrettes and coffee( for those who dont drink or smoke that means we are in serious trouble) I only drink colombian coffee... so I might struggle for life 3 more days until my comeback to the airport comes - and hell I hope after going there youll be back Honey-

Today I am Opening my glory box. finding nothing than a dust buster to all my pandora chaotic life... a dust buster and a green Pearl

a green pearl that belongs to your neck and only to yours.

hay un dano en el bano

Best listened with Lenny Kravitz -go my way- - if i could fall inlove-


people of the world. you must all be wondering why am I writing in english. no, its not because Besa left me and I want her to understand What I say - but in fact that aint a lie- and given the fact I have a global audience that is non spanish speaking - and yes I said i didnt care for having an audience not that I didnt care about MY audience- It seems fair to me to let them read this. the other reason, is that frenchie keyboards dont have a waved accent - the one used everywhere in portuguese- That I need to Write Well the title of this post.

as most of you know i am homeless Now. in paris. the place I am supposed to be calling home. I live in 2 flats in Luxembourg. the first one, feli's looks like a prisons toilet. feli and I became friends. but we have our deep differences. a Fake student in paris that decided to run for self learning and Metroguitarplaying that I admire, respect but dont... fit with. and Anita, the neighbour, hongkong's ninth princess that keeps her house like a teahouse. Anita has become our last reason to remain sane and human - even if the fact seem to twist my head-. anita is my new conflict. I like her as a friend. I cant stand her as a princess... I Was raised like a prince...and I was taught about nobility and Juicebags - the nonprinces- thats why I get on a metro to support feli. thats why I hitchhike. that's why I drink beer sitting on the street.. thats Why I like to Drink Martini alone... in the company of one and only one.

Feli s handwash is stuck. Water started to pour out from the bottom. black colored and then a swamp of cigarrettes food coffe shit and even human pieces of skin flotaed. while having a django I told to feli. when anita Was dying, He was sick and I was Mad that that swamp was the perfect recreation of our lives. It took long to fight against it. I needed methods further than Acids pumps and Wires. I had to vacum in with my own lungs.... ending by spitting blood in the white walls of luxembourg.. a beautiful Graffiti to you My friends. the tube is still blocked... but now water is going down, purple, like Wilder Wein - wild wine- like the acid... like the colour of our love you Dear.... i just flushes down the tube... to become rain again and fall on our heads like a present from the gods above.

the next morning..today. i woke up. someone came on the street asking me to help her mom cause she was old and depressive. 12sq meter room Denfert no shower - and I love to take long showers- then Carmen appeared from nowhere. looking for a house for her her brother and a third person... surprisingly.. me!

I seems It all goes back to normal now

solving our lives like machines you want me to be
being socially tamed as you want me to be
but you are still wrong
Ich Will du
Ich Will du kommt hier
Ich Will du Herz
Ich Liebe Dich

y es porque te Quiero que esto me enfurece.
Blood tainted innocence
Crimes in white.
Mechanic symbolisms
NO Fear no Regret no Remorse no Patience no Love no Compassion no Nothing
Just play the Russian Roulette
You Will never Lose:

Thank you all
thank you God allmight
Thank YOU
Im Waiting... for the sunshine again to be a solar Eclipse

Tres tristes Tigres

Three Sad Tigers

Dont die. I said, Holding her on my arms as her soul was packing her beloved things to leave for nirvana. Dont die on me as my friend Struck his liver with tons and tons of alcohol without finding any drop of hope

Dont die I said. to you virgilio. over there, Rotting from the inside without having the minimal idea

Dont die I ask to my parents. escaping the bullets of unsatisfaction and Loss.

Dont KILL YOURSELF for us they Said
as I was Dreaming of being a Martyr For the Sake of you All!

AppenZell,conferedatio helvetica, yesterday,night

Santa Klaus

For klaus

Linz 3 o clock. no one was passing except a young Austrian Called Gernot. Gernot Was a Grunge Reggeae Guitar player that Worked in a hospital Healing Kids With jokes. He came. offered Austrian Cigarrettes and I Shared My Tea With Him. He Saw us Gettind Down of the Funerary limo as he came with stories and a Big fat italian accent. Time passes: Gernot Cooked a Goulasch for us and then he came. big black truck. long white hair, a lion tatoo on his arm: goathee and moustache and a gauloise on his lips: Wir machen Naar Paris Bitte?

Get in. smiling he told us he was a robotician. a hippie robotician with a flat on wheels, talking about the war, swansea from wales and latin america like no one did before to me. he gave me a call home and a Call to Albania - no one answered- he didnt like americans, didnt like frenchies. just good hearted Germies with strong bavarian accents. we drank beer and Tea. he stopped at Ludwigsberg. got us off. gave us his card, a firelighter and a lauffener bottle claiming it was his prefered. We just took a picture and left:

that mas was a traveler that offered us a ride to ansbach. a bavarian Village Where We kept stuck 1 day because of a crazy albanian trucker. Ansbach is one of the American military bases in Germany. I promised to go back to ansbach to see Klaus, give him a lauffener bottle. and tell him that I kep My promise about love and life:
Klaus Knew life was not about being an ant. was about being a different specie" no one wonders behind this man is a serious office clerk and the eingeneer that makes half of the thinks that cook for you"

klaus gave me a lesson, klaus gave me a ride, a different road for a destiny
klaus gave me force, faith and time

I'm off..

Abranse Gavilanes, Que llego el Aguila Real

Best listened with samba pa ti/ Carlos Santana

In my life there are moments that come disclosed as gaps without any time measure. During a long time Ive been Living a variety of lives. the one that I talk to you and the one I live here. the one I share in colombia, sitting on a park Smoking Pielrojas and having Martinis With My beloved Friend, and the one Wandering in the streets of bucharest showing the ice to mankind as a proof of the existance of god.

I met a man tired of fighting. I met a man that chose to Drop arms and hold the guitar on his hands. I met a man that ruled his life by every heartbeat instead of following a code miswritten by a social genius that convinced everyone THAT live Was about being successful and that sucess was about Power and glory in a public Way.

I dreamt of a city where everyone was a familiar stranger and they all shared their lives their sadness and glory sitting on a tramway Made Of checoslovakian Sweat and fantasy

I dreamt of a Woman that Gave me cookies, Gave me a smile and gave me the force to keep up that I never lost
as I also met an electric eingeneer that drove us to dusseldorf listening to Queens bohemian rhapsody as bohemia was getting close. and Thomas. the polish guy in the mercedes whose engine he designed
I met many strange people that Remained In my heart
That made part of my life for a brief Period
that made of me a 15 minute celebrity of their own
giving me the chance to vow and cheer

Now I meet Myself: looking at the Parisian landscape. gray, cold, Asphyxiating, hard, cruel, strong, fucked up and by opposition beautiful

Bloody hell::: I can say that I am happy now:

thank you all

ABRANSE GAVILANES QUE LLEGO EL AGUILA REAL
step aside vultures...the royal eagle is here to come

as a phoenix, as a dragon
as a 20 year old man.
as a dreamer whose fantasies become real through actions and words:
as the man that sees the beauty in the Crappy diet we all have to Tow:

It has been a pleasure, a privilege and a honor, being with you:
truly yours and hoping the traite du combat en vain never ends

Me, Lucas:
as Engel left for prahan nights