Variationer Over Knust Vindue.

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/11/05/soevnens-velsignelse/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/11/05/soevnens-velsignelse/ Sorry, not a very interesting picture... But fits the story... In danish. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof (Never leaves my head...) #primeiroproximopasso (Same goes for him) #udenfilter #coffeebreak #sleep #realities #deepinside #falling #unwell #day #sleepingaway #howastateofmindorsomediseasecanmakeyoualmostunabletogetthroughaday (Usual one-off hashtag) #prose #danish (sorry, again...) (her: I Min Seng)

Sommersjov II. Sommeren raser afsted. Som en flok rabies-befængte klaprende rævesakse. Nej, det er ikke retfærdigt. Det er ikke alle rævesakse der har rabies.

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)

Så hvidt at et hegn må vove sig bag små smil for ikke at sætte spor i ansigtet. Bagsiden af bortvendte øjne, hvor det hvide lige netop rører de stivnede dråber der skiller horisont fra et øjebliks blød berøring, hud en sag for dagens fortabte strålende glæde. Hegnet er nødvendigt for at en uendelighed, lige om det hjørne dagen er, følger med. Nu er fjernt i håndfladen, forsvinder i skyggen af hvide øjnes ansigt. Engang, en dag et øjeblik. Bliver jeg spor af små smils forsigtige berøring. Stilheden venter, videre end horisonten kan bære. Jeg rører ved en kold flade, mærker hvor min mund ikke er. Engang svinder øjeblikket ind til spor. Engang vendes det hvide i mine hænder. Indtil da. Er hegnet den nødvendige naturlighed. Hvide smil. Engang bliver ved. Videre. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #mindscape #oneday #gone #fenced #insideout #outsidein #nowhere #allover #mindset #mindless #babbling #theirony #brainless #kinda #danish #fictionoverreality #prose #dansklitteratur #onemoment #akindasadbutsmilingdaywithalotofnonsensegoingthroughthislittlehead (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: whiteout) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtGe7eGH0r5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=h0vcjze4b50l

There once was a huge empty warehouse. It was bored. And often wondered why it wasn't used. It had space enough for almost anything, even other warehouses. Solid and weatherproof too, all made of reinforced concrete. It felt so hollow and hungry, but only echoes of nothing didn't fill it. Then one fine day, or just a random indifferent day, Senhor Primeiro Próximo Passo passed by. He had some time off from his own story, and killed it by a stroll through reality. Himself being fictive, he felt the immense pain from the crying warehouse. He hesitated and slowed down, not really caring, as selfish and lacking empathy as he was. And btw still is. It's his given role, and it actually suits him fine. But for once, an annoying urge to help came out of nowhere. Maybe from inside the stupidly empty sealed concrete box of a warehouse. Senhor Passo shrugged and came up with a solution. Hey you most brainless of all concrete boxes, why haven't you any doors? Ever thought that might be the problem, you dumbass? The warehouse almost cracked its concrete walls in joy, while Senhor Passo continued, shaking his head. Immediately the warehouse made not one, but two doors. Just to be sure. But years went by, and nothing happened. What the warehouse hadn't realized, was that reality needs clear and distinctive signs: Entrance and exit! Otherwise reality gets confused and scared. No evident entrance! No obvious exit! What a frightening thought for reality. So now the huge warehouse has two unmarked and unused doors. It is a very sad story. Luckily, it's only fiction. Don't let it fool you, that you can touch the weeping box: It's just somebody's imagination. Even adding tears running down the concrete. That's almost fictive overkill… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #warehouse #doors #reality #fiction #prose #howalmostanythingcanfitintothatnovelinprogressthatwillturnouthavingalmostanythinginit (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: My Mindful Spirit)

i hate how our generation has turned feelings into a weakness. how we tend to shut feelings out of our hearts once we start noticing their “symptoms”, as if they were a disease. how people break up because they’re afraid of going too far. what is so wrong about feeling, what is so wrong about loving with all of your heart? i feel so out of place in an era where loving means suffering.

redefining ‘love’. (via sunsetico)

We're quite a lot feeling like that...

Age and experience Are savage beasts Devouring hope & innocence Through life’s bloodied feast

(via in-my-thinking)

My thoughts too...

Roman, ultrakort. Der ligger en mand på en seng. Hvad er det for en mand? Det er lidt usikkert, svævende eller vævende.

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/min-mund-min-verden-og-de-andres/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/min-mund-min-verden-og-de-andres/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #lotsoffilters #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #prose #fiction #reality #unreal #words #shutup #voicesinmyhead #characters #meandmystory #meandmybrain #mouth #lipssealed #thruth #lies SORRY, PROSE IN DANISH... #whatifallmyfiguresfrommyneverwrittennovelbeganinterferingwithotherstories (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Inside My Head)