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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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No doubt: C...!

dialogue prompt #52

A: “I wish you could block people in real life.”

B: “Restraining order.”

C: “Murder.”

They run along with your blood...

“The water tells none of its secrets.”

— Nikos Engonopoulos, from “Bolívar, a Greek Poem,” wr. c. June 1943

The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of the world but those who fight and win battles that others do not know anything about.

Jonathan Harnisch (via purplebuddhaquotes)

Fighting all the time...

And am...

“Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.”

— Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

.... (Some days...)

Suicide

Suicide

I sit here in the dark like a mawn      under the moon and stars           All alone                Watching for the break of dawn.

I sit here alone in my corner of the universe.      with clouds above.           blocking the moon, the stars.                No one to hear my verse.

I sit here in the dark, eyes unseeing, head down.      The rain pouring down.           Is there a dawn?                No one will see me drown.

I sit here feeling cold, numb, dead and bound.      Blade in hand.           Whittling away.                Till the blood flows down.

Dawn has broken.      The sun is rising           And there is no light.                Nothing left to be spoken.

K. C. Barry

Uvist Fri

Uvist hvor. Uden for nogens viden. Uden præcise koordinater, næsten  væk. Måske bag en horisont. Eller  den næste.   Jeg er dog klassificeret som en vækst. Det berører ikke mig, og ingen rører mig, og så er jeg næsten ikke mig, heldigvis, blot en vækst.  Uvist hvor.    Min eneste tid, her hvor tid tøver, ophører, opløses. Min eneste  tid er vinter og sommer. Sommer og vinter,…

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In the evening, huge flocks of swallows are on hunt for their dinner... Any photographer knows how difficult it is to catch those very fast moving birds. So this is just a few of hundreds... Literally. Oh, and speaking of dinner... After a few Super Bock's (The name might not be... But it's very good, strong and, not at least, portuguese!), I myself will go finding a restaurant. Not that the good people of Café Central didn't offer me to join their own private dinner... Ofcourse! They are portuguese and they are friends... Amazing, compared to a certain other country where I reside when I can't avoid it, how easy you become friends here. Real friends. Ok, enough for now... WILL be continued! In proper writing. #castelodevide #cafecentral #finally #findingmyself #being #existing #ready #writingplace #startingtowrite #realthing #novel #laurieandthestoryof (Am getting closer, now present right here... Where else?!?!?) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel (her: Café Central - Castelo De Vide)