SELF PORTRAIT
I LIKE MYSELF! ....
BIOGRAPHY
Neca Machado (Cultural Activist, selfless preserving the flavors and Amazon knowledge through the Myths and Legends of the border of the Amazon River in the far north of Brazil, is General Director, Visual Artist, Bachelor in Environmental Law, Professional Education Specialist, writer Amazon Myths, shooting over 100 000 several photographs by 11 countries (Europe, Oceania, América do Sul) in 2016, classified in 2016 in the Brazilian work "Cities in Gray Scale" Contest Urbs, classified with publication of a poem in the National work, "Sarau Brazil," New Poets 2016 Researcher of Tucuju Culture, short story writer, Cronista, Poetess, coauthor in 10 works launched in Portugal in 2016 and 2017, regardless Author's work Myths and Amazon Legends, Stories of the Amazon River,published in 02 editions in Portugal in 2017, limited edition, Full Degree in Education, Gastro-Photo-Journalist, Blogger blogs on the web 25, 21 in Brazil and 04 in Portugal, and Quituteira designer crochet.)
I learned LIKE ME ...
( I learned that like me , do not pretend to others like them.)
Like me, when I give gifts, I do not expect to win others.
Like myself when I'm away ...
The daily hypocrisies.
I thoroughly enjoy myself when I have no rules
To be met by taxation,
Like me, when I contemplate the Sea
No limits, no horizons,
And vague in my imaginary candles aimlessly.
Like myself to pass a florist
And choosing the flower of the day, it can be a Tulip, a Rose ...
To dwell on her beauty and dedicate a poem you done haphazardly.
Like me, no fads,
Like myself, without the conventional non - conformism ,
I am truly intense and restless with mediocre standards .
Like myself looking for routes of a river
Like myself contemplating the sea, the wild waves beat mighty stones.
And that after the waves in her dance, still intact and superb.
Like me to choose my favorite song
No share with their insane mediocre taste.
I like myself, while sipping one Tawny unhurried
A translucent glass desires.
Like me, to walk in beautiful European gardens. And I love contemplate the flowering of the Camellias, and Tílias.
This indeed is a real like.
Like me, when delicio me with fresh strawberries,
And not like diamonds.
Like myself when I go to a true market flavors of the sea, and I can choose my piece of fresh salmon, which will only be presented with Algarve salt and drops of lemon, and then asleep in salted butter.
I'M LIKE THIS!
I LIKE MYSELF!
LIKE ME WITHOUT SPEEDING WITHOUT PAINTINGS WITHOUT RETOUCH, no frills ....
Like me, to go to a launch in Lisbon of a work in which I am co-author with so many masters and doctors, yes, they did doctoral and Europe.
I like me .... When I lean over on the history by visiting museums and its unique exhibits, walking on the screens and sharing with the author the feeling of discovering new universes within the arts.
I like me, when I return to childhood and I review in my memory beautiful african girl curls.
And like me when old age can use them again without fear.
Like me, when contempt insignificant and critical looks, nothing unmoved or touch me, or add me.
And like my eyes honey color, with some bitterness, when they serve to observe hypocritical and mediocre.
I like me, with a few secrets.
Like me, at sunset,
At dawn
At nightfall....
I like me to make a poem with no claim to satisfy any reader.
Like myself in PORTRAITS IN BLACK AND WHITE .
LIKE ME, WHEN I WANT TO TRAVEL, I love to travel far away ...
Only I regret not having money to go to places that desire,
But since like me enough when I got the very countries around the world.
I like to sit in an airport and hear so many different languages.
And my gaze smiles internally, and I say, like me because I'm here.
I like the sound of an airplane engine, because it can take me to so many places I love.
I like to walk in the Douro waterfront and not see anyone who could see before.
Like the anonymous taste in my line.
I like me, without fear.
Like me with my secrets, not shared,
And I will not share,
I learned that time, gave me insight, not dementia.
Like me, without asking for mercy,
Like me, when I do not receive alms,
I like me, when I lift me proud, even with half a century of experiences.
Like me, when pain shot experience.
Like me, when I do not want to cry anymore,
Like me, when you no longer need to beg ...
Like myself, in my presence,
Like me, in my absence,
Like me, without clemency,
I like me, when I am not SHADOW.
And like me, when I stopped idolizing mediocre and garbage.
And the self-portrait of so many famous artists who have contemplated THE WORLD .
I do my SELF PORTRAIT without screens or paints ...
Like it REALLY ME .
