WITH THE CHIMERA TO MY SIDE - It is at night that kiss me the wolves - When the sun hides in the daytime they are explained the purples and the mouths are unstitched - Don't seek me in the false mechanics of the lines or in the corners of those carmine clouds - My highway is on the other side of the mirror where the pastures are for harvesting and the soul close to a white tree it picks up undressed and only - It is there that I live with the chimera to my side always to do me in all the ways - To the wait that the love come to be innocent again. - JOÃO DO CARMO  Portuguese painter, writer and art master