Boy, can you give me a shine?

There´s gonna be a certain party at the Station

Chattanooga, there you are

Brabo, me?

Hi there, Tex, what you say?
I draw trees, write books and haven't planted a child yet. I had a slow start, drawing in notebook margins.

Pardon me boy, is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?
The start pointing and the final destiny are always the same, as taught by The Conference Of The Birds. In my case, Curitiba County, Paraná Province, West Indias and everything in between.

Can you afford to board the Chattanooga Choo Choo?
I got my fare, and just a trifle to spare. I always carry a book to read waiting in line, any line.

Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore.
If you can read sane Portuguese you should take a look at my heady weblog: The Basin Of Souls—Where Ideas Never Find Rest.

The Basin is the final repository of ideas condemned to eternal reformulation. It even features some few English texts of mine.

See you aboard,