One Of Those Pictures You Can't Take... But Still Just Amazed By What A Difference Yellow (portuguese)

Status... Det er umuligt at skrive en status. Her er et billede af en sol. Resten er tomhed. En venten uden håb. Der er andre billeder. Og der er det store perspektiv. Liv og død, naturens gang, den evige cyklus. Den er ligegyldig, det er teori, der er ikke plads til den slags. Det kommer, måske, engang. Det burde være muligt at skrive en status. / Forts på https://mantelshistorier.wordpress.com/2021/01/24/status/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #sol #status #fiktion # #mantelshistorier.wordpress.com #https://mantelshistorier.wordpress.com/2021/01/24/status/ #https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=3619096111461086&id=100000821994936 https://www.instagram.com/p/CKiswdeh1-0/?igshid=oa28o1w7rqf5

... Sincerely...

“i like to hide i rather not get noticed i’m afraid to change i’m afraid to be someone else i don’t want people to notice i don’t want people’s opinions i don’t want to hear the good or bad i just want to be left in peace”

— t.m.

Funny thing is, that the 'cans' newer run empty.

And new 'flowers' breaks through anything. Anywhere, anytime...

Then it happened again. Again-again-again... I don't know how this will make my writing better. Wrong: It does, I just don't know how or why. (Laurie and me and the book we read, and the writer of that book, are becoming more and more clear. Fiction or not.) Anyway, it happened: At this place, I had a dinner that couldn't make it past 100 DKK / 12 €... Including main course of beef (a lot!!) with salad and 'batatas fritas', bread, half bottle of vinho tinto, desert, coffee, and an (old!) brandy that for sure wasn't small... And the couple that has the place, were simply nice. And yes, I know those unbeliable prices partly are a result of the 'crisis'. BUT! It IS also a cultural thing: Here in Portugal you live your life so much more on café's and restaurants. It's as simple as that. You don't stay in your home; you get OUT! The streets are part of your home. And, besides a lot of other stuff, it makes people less isolated. More a part of the local community. And that can only be a good thing! Period! (Why I put this on Instagram, I don't know. The picture isn't even anything special. So...) #cheapdinner #lisbon #minhaanita #calcadadaestrela #culture #livinglife #communityfirst #portuguese #portugueseculture #society #azulejos #wayoflife #restaurante #anotherlife #lifestyle #dinner #abetterway #whyorhowthishasanythingtodowithmewritingthatnovelireallydontknowijustknowthattheportuguesewayoflifeisaninspiration (Usual one-off hashtag... Oh; btw going to Castelo de Vide; somehow where the story of 'Laurie' began...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel (her: Restaurante Minha Anita)

PESSOA / FORTOLKET

Fernando Pessoa by Almada Negreios.

Fb-mm-farvel 2B ud af 3… (ER på vej…)

  “Hej gartner!

Ja du der inde i haven…

Sig mig, hvad fortæller vinden dig når den blæser?”

“Tja, at den er vind og at den blæser,

og at den har gjort det før

og at den sikkert vil gøre det igen.

Hvorfor? Hvad fortæller den da dig?”

“Meget mere end det!

Den taler til mig om alle mulige ting,

Om erindringer og længsel,

Om…

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Right and wrong seems to be a question of senses... 😉

Man vs Woman

Woman: ‘Men! Why can’t he see?                Why can’t he be more like me!?’

Man:’      Women! Why does she have to fight?                Can’t she see I’m right!?’

Woman: ‘How can he treat me that way!?                 What more can I say?’

Man:      ‘Why won’t she understand?                 I’m doing the best I can!’

Woman: ‘Why doesn’t he listen, understand!?                How can he be so obstinate? He’s a man!’

Man:      ‘Can’t she see my way makes sense?                Some times she’s dense!’

How can either be right When they are both wrong?

K. C. Barry

This is what I have to go through... On my way home (yes; home!) from a café or bar to my hotel at night. And it will be cool then, only about 20 degrees celsius. At daytime, the shadows in this little parque are much appreciated; today around 30 degrees... BUT who gives a damn about the weather! Like talking about it... Yeah right... So: An "old" mobile-cam like the one in my Xperia Z5 Compact, actually makes better pictures than the (small but new) 'real' digital camera. Like the lights/shadows in this photo. Back to my troubles: This is what I have to put up with after an evening out in Castelo de Vide. A small town; population 3.500... What would "a night out" in a danish town with under 4.000 inhabitants be like? I don't wonder; I know... So why the difference? In favor of Castelo de Vide, obviously. Cultural totally other way of living. Here is actually LIFE! Also at night. "Because of the climate", some say. Well, in winter here it is (very) cold and (very) wet! I do know... I simply don't buy that 'climate-thing'. But back to my troubles... And my hotel, eventually. Then I'm supposed to write! When I can sit on my balcony, and look at the lights on the opposite small mountain, the valley, the town... And breathe that air. And... Oh, I do REALLY have a hard time... Right? No?!?! Well... #castelodevide #jardim #nightlights #night #park #paradise #streaks #nightout #culturaldifferences #portugueseculture #wayoflife #whyiloveportugal #laurieandthestoryof (It IS still there, somewhere...) #andtheniamsupposedtogotomyhotelandactuallydosomewritingwheniamalmosttoohappyafteranightoutincastelodevideanditspeople (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter (none whatsoever!) #mantelmomento #danielmantel (her: Castelo de Vide)

Endelig... NU!

Hovsa! Det gav et lille sæt i ham. Der var et ansigt i spejlet! Det var ellers noget tid siden. Måneder? Siden et halvt udvisket fjæs lige havde orket et vink til farvel. Sikkert på vej mod en mere spændende refleksion. Det ville ikke være svært at finde. Eller på vej til spejlbilleders glasfyldte refleksmarker, eller hvor den slags tilbringer evigheden. Lige dét ansigt kunne nok være klar til…

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Løves 9.aug.; omskrevet til prosa.

Løves 9.aug.; omskrevet til prosa.

DET VAR EN VÆLDIG FIN AFTEN PÅ LØVES; MASSER AF GOD POESI; OG (ALDELES EGOISTISK), DEN ENDELIGE BEKRÆFTELSE PÅ AT PROSA ER ‘MIN’ FORM. (Og ikke ‘blot’ kortprosa…) HER DE 3 TEKSTER, FORSØGT OPLÆST SOM LYRIK (+ 1 der blev droppet)… MEN I PROSA-FORM.. MIN TUR!

Jeg prøvede at gå min egen tur. Men det blev vandren i andres fodspor. Det var ikke det jeg ville. Jeg ville gå min EGEN tur! Jeg prøvede…

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Om Mig / En Slags CV

(Hukommelsehuller; specielt ang bidrag til tidsskrifter; hjælp til udfyldelse modtages med glæde!)

Født ’61. (Forrige årtusind? -Sidste?)

Opvokset i Åbyhøj Aarhus. Voksenliv; Aarhus, Kbh og Portugal.

Snart 40 år med bl.a…

(Ukronologisk uordnet upræcist etc u-…):

-Digtsamling “Fragmenter” / Fri Fantasi -A4-Kuvert-udgivelse “En Sten”; (Smm m Grønborg/Gybel) / Scripta -Digtsamling “Sanseløs” /…

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