A Very Small Tiny Cloud Was Badly Blinded: It Thought That It Could Sneak Across The Valley Without Being
A very small tiny cloud was badly blinded: It thought that it could sneak across the valley without being noticed. Normally it would wait untill darkness, but it wanted so much to go to town, that it simply couldn't wait. It had been some time, and the tiny cloud loved that particular village more than anything else. So it dared, impatiently, to start its returning just about a half hour too soon... And the settling sun, otherwise ready to a peaceful nights rest, saw the little sneaking cloud; caught it in the act. And then turned on the headlight. With a horrible result for the cloud: Totally blind and somewhat burned it tumbled across the sky, just trying to stay above the horizon. The suns exploding outburst was just an instant reaction, and not because the sun really wanted to hurt any cloud. Especially not such a tiny one. That only wanted to return to its beloved village. So, all in all, it was an unhappy accident, more than anything else. Things like that happens. Sadly. And not only for clouds and the sun. It's a risky life! #castelodevide #sunset #justanothersunset #cloud #oneofthosedays #lifehappens #goingtotown #onecloud #blinded #settlingsun #accident #shithappens #beautifulcollisionisthewayiwoulddescribethislittlepieceofdramafromnatureseverydaylife (Usual one-off hashtag...) #laurieandthestoryof (As always: Is somehow connected) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso (Yes; he's in this too...) (her: Castelo de Vide)
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It's a lie. That all your life flashes by. In your last minutes or seconds. You're just a bit surprised, and quite empty-headed. You actually have time to speculate. What should your last thoughts be about? You're almost paralyzed; your body rapidly shutting down. With some effort you spend your last few moves to get a picture of the sun. Beautifully letting rays through the treetops. Your last action is to post the picture on Instagram. Pressing the buttons drains your body, so now you only have your thoughts. And that beautiful image of the sun a late aftersoon. With or without your eyes closed. It's a nice view. And a nice place to die. You're quite satisfied with your luck. But what to think about... Ofcourse some family, friends, and partners through life. Then what? You don't know if you're surprised, or expected it. But what follows you and kinda keeps lingering, is those fictive figures. The ones you have played with the better part of your life. At this stage, they're more real than anything from your real life. It's no surprise, that what fills your fading brain, becomes pure fiction. Your last goodbyes goes to 'I', 'him', 'Laurie', 'Senhor Passo', and all the more or less important other figurines through the story. In the end, they're more alive than ever. And I can stop thinking; they don't really need my brain. That's a relief. And I smile towards the sun. Or they do. I shake hands and leave the party. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #fiction #prose #dying #reality #famouslastwords #sun #thatoneoffhashtagialwaysuseisinthiscaselefttomyfictivepersons (The usual one-off hashtag... But not from me) #andthendarkness #happy #smile (her: somewhere nice)
Every single day...
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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En virkelig virtuel virkelighed.
En virkelig virtuel virkelighed.
Måske er dette bare et røgslør. Eller kun røg der ikke dækker over noget. Tricks fra en andenrangs tryllekunstner i et omrejsende fallitbo af et cirkus på en gudsforladt mark udenfor kragernes vendekreds. Måske. Eller det kan være evigtgyldige sandheder, diskret pakket ind i krøllede brune papirord og lukket med stumper af slidte sætningssnore. Måske er det allerede en træt blanding, et dødfødt…
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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)
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
Tågen letter...
UDSIGT TIL IKKE MEGET. -EN (FORKORTET) TEKST OM TÅGES ADSKILLIGE FORDELE. (Og fordi jeg har en svaghed for GIF’er…) Tågen var egentlig ganske rar. Den var en aldeles naturlig grund til ikke at se ret langt. Et beskyttende lag. Og en ret præcis spejling af hvad der var indenfor. Bag de ekstra nærsynede næsten blinde øjne, der kunne være lukkede uden den store forskel. Men tåge har det med…
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https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/solhul/ You never know! What might be happening in the dark corners of a strange café in a strange town in a strange country among strangers... You can only imagine the worst. And you can all too well see it happening to you. Too. Robbery. Murder. Rape. All kinds of things you almost can NOT imagine, but only sense as a tight knot of fear in your stomach. Rising up as panic, making you unable to move. Out of harms way. And harm is surely coming... To you. All kinds of mayhem and hell on earth, so close to you, in the dark corners of the café, and coming closer... It's a question of time. And you dare not move. Even if you could, but you're paralysed by the things you know will happen to you. Right... Now! Oh no... They're purposely dragging the pain, stretching your fear. Those devils are making you go insane; you don't know when they'll hit and hurt you. Only that they will. With all the evil force they have. And they are more evil than your imagination can take. You beg; please get it done, I cannot take the waiting... #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/solhul/ #café #imagination #darkcorners #panic #fear #theworst #intheshadows #lurking #strangers #waiting #fiction #novel #meandmystory #outofyourmind #laurieandthestoryof #andwhatreallyareinthosedarkcornersyoullneverknowuntillyoureadthatstorythatihaventevenwrittentotheendyetbutonlypartofitandindanishsosorry (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso
Indeed!!!
unexpected texts are needed
https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/24/fordelen-ved-fiktiv-symbiose/ Danish prose. Short summary / english version: I'm walking along this road, not quite sure if I'm awake or asleep. Anyway, an american native is entering the picture, also maybe a dog, or is it a bicycle? I'm trying hard to focus on reality, but can't tell what is real and what is my imagination of reality. Or if there's any difference. Not sure if it matters at all. Not sure if I matter. THEN my saviour happens to wrinkle his way out of my fictive world. Putting things straight, even though he himself is an unfinished story. Me telling him is still in progress. Despite that, he guides me through the mess of mixed reality and fiction. And I happily accept, that my real worlds are nothing but that. Fictive. So the symbiosis of my fictive figure and me works perfect. No more stray indians or wobbling bicycles or maybe-dogs. Just me walking on a road. Or rather, me telling the story of me walking on a road. Am I being told. The indian drops down behind the horizon. Ahead of me, and then something with mirrors. But that might just be fiction. #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/24/fordelen-ved-fiktiv-symbiose/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso (Yes, right: The person that helps me on my way...) #filtered #prose #danish #novelinthemaking #reality #fiction #mix (On quite some levels) #road #night #streetlight #justanotherspinofffromtherealstoryaboutsenhorpassoandlaurieandmeandalotofotherpeoplethroughmanyyearsturningintoanovelthatmightnotbefinisheduntill2020or21idontknow (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: On My Way)
