Autobiography
The first time, I created something original was around the streets of those neighborhoods: we lived just about the skirts
of Lisbon, on the land of cows plus bullfighters (Vila Franca de Xira). My parents decided to reside far away from their directed descendants to flavor the freedoms of the revolution of 1974 \ Portugal, (that socialism\ capitalistic system).
Consequently, only my father earned money, as a result, we had to survive between the unfamiliar low\median social class society (a tough one). And because the rest of the household was far away, normally they will just help us during the holiday’s festivities, with country food, some money to buy cloths, to pay the rent of the apartment, the problems of the car, etc. Accordingly, we never had the money to buy decent toys, entertaining children's games, photographic cameras,
stereo systems, computers, kids or juvenile books, movies, etc. Obviously, I was all the time wondering throughout
the city pavements, playing with all kind of brotherhood delinquents, making fresh games to pass the time or to earn respect,
doing whatever I want it, without thinking about the futuristic consequences. However, and because I came from families with a lot of rich genes (for centuries, they used to belong to the highest rankings of their societies), everybody notice my sympathy, creativity, education, leading skills, forgiveness, desire to invent ways of celebrating life (I was always surrounded by at least 50 brothers plus sisters from different mothers). Around us, did not occurred limits of creation, playing, love, confrontations, desires, winning goals, revolution. Until my nineteen birthday, I’ve never stopped to install problems, plus attempting to solve them (like short story movies narratives), conquer other boulevard districts, (to steal fruit from the trees, occupy children vs. tens playgrounds plus soccer fields, building relationships with beautiful deliberating girls, etc.),
to imagine bizarre philosophies, (and if I was the only man alive in the planet?) forever finding different ways of enjoying
the moment, building small reigns, making minor poetry, enduring of being caught by my father or the agents of the system, falling deeply in love, assembling original performances, trying to bargain goods for free, steeling trivial merchandising, experimenting erotic sex, catching diverse voyages to Lisbon (normally, I used to ride inside the toilet of the trains,
since I couldn’t pay the ticket) to make friendships with the artists of the capital, drinking alcohol vs. smoking ganja (sometimes even cocaine, heroin) inside lead cafes, fashionable clubs, dark gardens, metropolitan apartments, minor woodlands, plus inside those recklessness longstanding buildings, as well as rusty abandon trucks. I did all that eccentric kind of life, everywhere I was, throughout the country (annually, I had to spend at least, four months at my grandparents small villages to get holidays, save bread to my parents). Since cash was not with us, I learnt to be very inventive, fighter, vigilant, patient, eternally experimenting those outrageous adventures from the anarchist youth systems of the 70’s, 80’s,
90’s, where everything was possible, without going to prison (luckily, I did not) or being beaten to death (along the way,
a few craven lads smashed my soft but large cranium with huge throwing rocks, since I was that sweet, extra careless
natural leader – I never apply the deserved revenge).
Around my nineteen anniversary (1993), we move to Macau, China, with the conclusiveness of earning more money.
Mommy also started to make cash by teaching Portuguese to the crossbreed toddlers of this Lusophone special region.
My sister, which normally plus forever will suck the leftovers of our chamber, stayed in the university in Portugal.
Accordingly, I earned my first small personal allowance from big papa (one hundred euros per month, therefore I might experiment many firsthand things - it was the first time, I bought many different piracy consumerism gadgets). It was not
that much, but immediately I got inspired while living that brand new kind of life: I got a rock band, a new magical girlfriend,
I even start to compose catchy melodies for original worthy songs with my new friends, plus discover old Greek viewpoints
that I never thought before (ultramodern too), laying down with exotic achievements. I've also purchase a book with blank pages, therefore I started to write poetry along with deep-thinking text every single day (my first foreigner idol was Jim Morrison – we become soul mates) (because of all the additional first time adventures, I was failing, again, in high-school,
year after year).
Once I found my perfect platonic girl (the one) (24 of September, 1994), I wondered even more over the rooftops of Macau,
plus hallucinating, giving concerts, talking with the gods, being fearless, running under the rain, camping in striking islands, extra beaches with that nude attitude, watching those first LD videos at home, conquer the people with positivism, riding motorcycles and graybeard cars, listening tons of good music (even Mozart), celebrating all night long (inside huge mansions with swimming pools), howling for the moon vs. drinking tons of Chinese beer. Yes, forever making love around magic sites
with the most imperative women of my “the other side” existence. Totally! I’ve recorded throughout those diamond ages,
the sound of many of those parties (with different cassette player Walkman), live (normally you can find original songs
in the middle of things \ cassettes). All right, year after year, I’ve party noticeably on the seashores plus clubs of the sin city, forever surrounded by the finest rock-stars, DJ’s, innovative people from the 90’s (the lads of Hong Kong, United States,
Brazil, the rest of the world were stunt with our group of friends, our connection with music, environment & each other).
I also gave loads of memorable dogmatic concerts that change the destiny of many teens... Years later, (1998)
I even found a studio of music (without the need of paying nothing – I was the top brother) and continued to developed
my imaginative gifts (with a brand new piano, guitar, bass, drums, mic, only for me) (along those five years, I secured
several tape-recordings to shelve new songs, poems, philosophies, ideas plus background sounds to never forget those
unique divinities. Me and my people become the “Truman show”). From 1 of January 2001 to 31 of December 2001,
I’ve combined 127 unique songs, in just one Earth full rotation around the Sun. Until that juncture, my new record!..
(to be continued)