Criancas fugitivasruinas de castelos antigoscabanas-totensninhos construidos com detritos...insolito & nu, penas & ossos,cachorros negros, sangue de pombostendas abotoadas com cristais,Alice viajando no po...... antologicas cancoes anarquistas,punk reggae atonal, sintetizadores,baterias- boggies eletricos & saxofones5nao somos livrese gritamos liberdadesem disciplina e moralcuspimos na humanidade.assobiamos por entre os ventosno meio dos bordeis,dos teatros, das realidades,dos sentimentos, dos restaurantesnem loucura,nem sabedoria,nem ironia,olhe bem para mim burgues.A arte era uma brincadeira,as criancas juntavam as palavraschoravam e gritavam a estrofea estrofe tornava-se rainhapara morrer um poucoe tornava-se baleiae as criancas corriam ate ficarem ofegantes3, Life in the world is but a big dream;. I will not spoil it by any labour or care.Reason, said I,It is past the time to start,, so saying, I was drunk all the day,. lying helpless in front of my door.Bring the tearful streamsand speakwith the shadow of darknessdaily destination,The holy city of intoxication.filled with music, moved by its song I soon began to sigh,. and, as wine was there, I filled my own cup., wildly singing I waited for the moon to rise;. when my song was over, all my senses had gone.4Nos queremos cantaro amor ao perigo,a energia e o destemor.coragem, audacia, rebeliaoA literatura exaltou a imobilidade,o extase, o sono.inumeros museusinumeros cemiterios.queremos o movimentoa insonia febril,o passo de corrida,o salto mortal,o bofetao e o soco.Nao ha mais beleza,a nao ser na luta.obra agressivaE obra-prima.violento assaltovivendo no absoluto,criamos a eterna velocidade onipresente.as mares multicores e polifonicasas revolucoes nas capitais modernas;o vibrante fervor noturno dos arsenaisincendiados por violentas luas eletricas;6The same pattern over and over.The same clouds, the same music,the same insight felt an houran eternity ago.A thousand years is but an instant.There's nothing new, nothing different.There's nothing here for me now,nothing at all.Now I remember.This happened to me before.This is why I left.This way out.Escaping velocity.Not just eternity, but infinity. John Fante (April 8, 1909 May 8, 1983) was an American novelist, short story writer and screenwriter of Italian descent. His 1939 work Ask the Dust, a semi-autobiograpical novel about life in and around Los Angeles, California, was the third in a series of four novels, published between 1938 and 1985, that are now collectively called "The Bandini Quartet". That book was made into a movie of the same name in 2006. He also wrote several other books, stories and screenplays, including the 1957 film Full of Life, based on his 1952 novel by that name. Other noted screenplays Fante co-wrote include the 1962 films Walk on the Wild Side and The Reluctant Saint and 1968's made-for-television movie Something for a Lonely Man.[1]Personal life[edit]Fante was born in Denver, Colorado, in 1909, to his father, Nicola Fante from Torricella Peligna (Abruzzo), and his mother, Mary Capolungo. He attended various Catholic schools in Boulder, Colorado, before briefly enrolling at the University of Colorado. He dropped out of college in 1929 and moved to Southern California to focus on his writing. He wrote about writing and the people and places where he lived and worked, which included Wilmington, Long Beach, Manhattan Beach, the Bunker Hill district of downtownLos Angeles, California, as well as various homes