...The Stone...."
where i have spent a lot of the last few months with a good book and sunshine, in almost paradise..(" the cleanest waters runnin' by in the whole of this polluted land") .. not a bit of malice in sight... nor even a phone signal.
Now...... it's all very simple. Saudade, i STILL must get back to finally riffing upon - the rematch, is real.
I mean never mind the truly Greatest Beauty (by far, of the whole region, bet she knows it too, even if too humble to ever admit ot or say so ) who i thought was snubbing me, actually calling across the street sweetly a greeting, from under her bicycle helmet, which makes her look so much less beaut ... covers up her glorious silverishness.... it actually shocked me, but that's not a saudade as no one ever in the past in my whole life, has ever made a point of being overtly greeterly to me....
But a saudade actually is, knowing as i know that there's no real fellowship in the region, and anyway long ago i gave up ALL nightime activity or even daytime 'event' attendence...
But then she..or i should say THEY - Mister and Missus Ruskie, even if he is a rare Brit who is above all nationality ....may be around and she makes me so ridiculously happy.... so i thought i may see them again...
(later on, at dusk " ehh up duck.... look ...your missus when i gave her the culture list you failed to EDUCATE her with and said i have put on it films that didnt require thinking in the required four dimensions, as she was busy with the to quote her 'fucking evil, useless Tsarist ' tradespeople who wont fix her kitchen equipment...for months.... she without a millisecond barks at me ' you think im a retard..' at that millisecond i fell in luv.... she MUST be the leader - she alone can save us...all our children yours too.... i am grooming her.... she still wont listen to me when i told her if she went down there where they're all gathered now and used that word fairly loudly there would be a stunned silence...and then booing.....and as for the 's' word.... from Ian Drury's FABULOUS artsongs... that would get her arrested..."
"whats this word i need to know!!??? he is saying here... silly man thinks they would dare arrest ME..... ....why haven't you TOLD me it you retard...thirty years on uneducating me in our marital bed......i need to know it...NOW ... you have held OUT on me!" )
Anyway....saudade is something that a realistic non mentally ill European knows yes its kindof long gone in the past the good version of life.....
yes if you fight or just PERSIST..or like Pereira, you Maintain... maybe you may just get lucky and win in the end as he does at Rua Saudade in that wonderful book of EUROPEANS STILL WANT TO LIVE ON....
without pills. That really arent good for your kids or their buddies - uk went RITOLIN 30 years ago for gods sake despite it being offcially unethical to test drugs on children... far far moreso than any European nation
and THIS is the result:
https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/09/now-sunday-morning-and-her-eyes-dont.html
why for 25 years i say to all parents "if you love your 11 year old...never mind 15, their mates on ket or enough of them even here...[ i have footage of the many gathered ket smokers at Southern Cornwall cliffs especially the posher places like Porthleven...EVERY day at schools out time..] . .find a way sooner or later to escape..... as even if they are raised brilliantly and all free range half their mates are permanently rewired in the head in a not very good way..."
Anyway.... so, even Portuguese rules of saudade also says its DEFINATELY not possible to get 'it' back - that which was really good, once,,,
That which is simple.....sweet...lovely and healthy....
And there you are in the very last place in the Swestershire drug factory you know you wont find it.....
Part 1
AND part 2...
of finding them both.
In a bit
