-28

i have been writing here a few deleted words to use them for the next time. and now i have again a white page to be fulfilled. done.
or almost.
once upon a time a robotic guy decided to write a few words on the most amazing place on earth. it was simply a place where everything is public. i don't know exactly the meaning of public but on this case it means not private. or otherwise where everything can be known or seen or read for everyone more curious. what makes me question myself the definition of amazing. what is the sense of that? who wants to be exposed?
why not?
but i think it's time to not put so much pressure on this. i am going to change the schedule. at least once a week, something comes out on dxz9 and once a week also on p09t01. lerrnst is supposed to come out on a daily basis. let's stop doing it. from now on p09t01 comes out once a week and lerrnst is supposed to come out on a daily basis. dxz9 is going to stay like it is for a while.
28 is a good number.
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estava a escrever algumas palavras apagadas para usar numa próxima vez. e agora tenho de novo uma página branca para preencher. feito.
ou quase.
era uma vez um tipo robótico que decidiu escrever algumas palavras no sítio mais extraordinário da terra. era simplesmente um sítio onde tudo é público. não sei exactamente qual o significado de público mas neste caso significa que não é privado. ou então onde tudo pode ser conhecido ou visto ou lido por qualquer pessoa mais curiosa. o que me faz perguntar-me a definição de extraordinário. qual o sentido? quem quer estar exposto?
porque não?
mas eu penso que é tempo de não ter tanta pressão nisto. vou mudar o horário. pelo menos uma vez por mês, alguma coisa sai no dxz9 e uma vez por semana também em p09t01. lerrnst e suposto sair diariamente. já é tempo de deixar de o fazer. de agora em diante p09t01 sai uma vez por semana e lerrnst é suposto sair com periodicidade diária. dxz9 vai ficar como está por algum tempo.
28 é um bom número.

-27

a few different words were prepared for today. but they were written after the sun of yesterday and the stars on yesterday's night. and this morning, considering the rain, the first one of this end of summer, or at least the first one stronger and windy, those words can wait a week. today, the electric stove received a skillet and the following ingredients were mixed:
milk 1 liter
eggs 4 units
water 1/2 liter
salt
5 spoons of olive oil
flour 1 kg
delicious! do you know what came up?
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outras palavras foram pensadas para hoje. mas foram escritas depois do sol de ontem e das estrelas da noite. e esta manhã, tendo em conta a chuva, a primeira deste fim de verão, ou pelo menos a primeira mais forte e ventosa, essas palavras podem esperar uma semana. hoje, o fogão eléctrico recebeu uma frigideira e os seguintes ingredientes foram misturados:
leite 1 litro
ovos 4 unidades
água 1/2 litro
sal
5 colheres de azeite
farinha 1 kg
delicioso! sabes o surgiu?

-26

looking at the keyboard, i think of many things. one of them is yesterday. not because it was yesterday, but because yesterday was 11. and not an ordinary 11. 11 september.
checking what i wrote last year. for some reason or another, i chose not to write anything about 11.
i have no idea if i am going to have the opportunity to think about it next year, but the case is: i have no idea if i am going to write about it.
but this year, it's written.
yesterday on p09t01. and now.
i was lunching yesterday, and during lunch noone remembered the day. yesterday there was an amazing night show on rtp1 about the 7 wonders of portugal. but going back to lunch. a subject about handicapped needs and life and dead situations made us all remember: noone can say for sure how difficult things are without being there. living the situation.
and some situations are made to never be lived. some situations should be spoken to never be lived.
but we are all living some of those situations.
we all?
who are we?
if someone near you is not well, are you really ok? even if you keep a smile to make a better day?
there are a lot of good things to remember on 11 september, let me remember this one of 1997: NASA's Mars Global Surveyor reaches Mars.
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olhando para o teclado, penso em muitas coisas. uma delas é ontem. não porque foi ontem, mas porque ontem foi 11. e não um qualquer 11. 11 de setembro.
olhando para o que escrevi há um ano, por uma razão ou por outra, escolhi não escrever nada sobre 11.
não imagino se vou ter a oportunidade de pensar nisto no próximo ano, mas o caso é este: não tenho a menor ideia se vou escrever sobre este assunto.
mas este ano, está escrito.
ontem em p09t01.e agora.
estava a almoçar ontem, e durante o almoço ninguém se lembrou do dia. ontem houve um fantástico espectáculo nocturno na rtp1 sobre as 7 maravilhas de portugal. mas voltando ao almoço, um assunto sobre necessidades de pessoas com capacidade reduzida e situações de vida e morte fez-nos todos recordar: ninguém pode certamente dizer quão difíceis são as coisas sem estar presente. e algumas situações são feitas para nunca serem vividas. algumas situações são faladas para nunca serem vividas.
mas todos estamos a viver essas situações.
todos nós?
quem somos nós?
se alguém ao pé de ti não está muito bem, tu estás realmente bem? mesmo que mantenhas um sorriso para que o dia seja melhor?
existem imensas coisas boas a recordar no 11 de setembro, deixa-me recordar esta de 1997: a sonda da NASA Mars Global Surveyor chegou a Marte.

-25

i am so sorry... ok if i was really sorry i would have been writing, right? and i haven't. i am not sorry, i have been just lazy. but that's the idea: a lazy workaholic avatar, remember?
i really have to continue with Lerrnst but i have stopped on this number. I don't know why, even though it's not 365 or 366 or 367, it is only 300, i am stuck in here. maybe you have a word or two to make me move on, but right now... i am stuck, let's see if tomorrow an idea comes in
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estou tão arrependido... ok se realmente estivesse arrependido tinha escrito, certo? o que não aconteceu. não estou arrependido, fui apenas preguiçoso. mas é essa a ideia: um lazy workaholic avatar(1), lembras-te?
tenho mesmo de continuar com o Lerrnst mas parei neste número. não sei porquê, mesmo sem ser 365 ou 366 ou 367, é apenas 300, estou aqui preso. talvez tenhas uma palavra ou duas que me façam seguir em frente, mas neste momento... estou preso. vamos ver se amanhã uma ideia aparece.

(1) pois: isto não tem graça nenhuma se for traduzido. pode ficar assim?

-24

i'm so sorry. last post was on 6 of 6 now it's 11 of 7. 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 ... ... ... 30 it is ... 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
it's been 35 days without writing.
i'm so sorry.
have you seen last blog on p09t01? it was made on 10. now. on 10. now. 11.
i'm just saying nothing but after all it's my usual mode.
but believe me... it was really difficult to find out the number of days.
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peço imensa desculpa. a última actualização foi em 6 de 6 e agora são 11 de 7. 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 ... ... ... 30 it is ... 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
foram 35 sem escrever.
peço imensa desculpa.
viste o último blog em p09t01? foi feito a 10. agora. a 10. agora. 11.
não estou a dizer nada mas afinal é o meu modo habitual.
mas acredita em mim... foi realmente difícil encontrar o número de dias.

-23

when everything seems the same, it can always be different. the only thing certain is when the moon goes down, you expect the sun. and otherwise.
today i saw the sun brighter than usual while a river was expecting bodies and balls, everybody and everyobject playing on the cold water.
a camping near, where again the cold water was different from the usual hot bath at home.
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quando tudo parece igual, pode ser sempre diferente. a única certeza, é quando a lua desce, esperares o sol. e ao contrário.
hoje vi o sol mais brilhante que o habitual enquanto o rio esperava corpos e bolas, todos brincando na água fria.
um acampamento pert, onde de novo a água era diferente do habitual banho quente de casa.

-22

tonight this page is going to be black, if not with anything else, with ramdom letters. why do i insist on making nonsense stories when so many stories can be written? or otherwise, so many stories were already written, in fact i am reading a very good book when i told myself a few days ago i wasn't going to read anything else for a while, but what can i do, we must follow our thoughts, even when they are random or when we try to make them random. life is unpredictable, like nature.
good nature.
after all, life is part of nature, or is it the opposite?
and about a story, why should that exist? because yes. because it is supposed to happen.
and tonight i am not talking about trees, birds, people, chess, boots or shoes.
i am tired of nonsense stories and probably you are, too.
so i am going to stop this blog for a while, or at least until next week.
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esta noite esta página vai ser preta, se não for por outra razão qualquer, com letras aleatórias. porque insisto em fazer histórias nonsense quando tantas histórias podem ser escritas? ou pelo contrário, tantas histórias já foram escritas, de facto tenho estado a ler um óptimo livro quando tinha dito a mim mesmo há alguns dias que não iria ler mais nada por algum tempo, mas o que posso fazer, temos que seguir os nossos pensamentos, mesmo quando são aleatórios ou quando tentamos que sejam aleatórios. a vida é imprevisível, como a natureza.
boa natureza.
aliás, a vida faz parte da natureza, ou é o contrário?
e sobre uma história, porque deve existir? porque sim, porque é suposto que aconteça.
e esta noite não vou falar de árvores, pássaros, pessoas, xadrez, botas ou sapatos.
estou cansado de histórias nonsense e provavelmente tu também.
por isso vou parar este blog por algum tempo, ou pelo menos até à próxima semana.

-21

it's time to keep going i don't know where. i don't know but i hope you really know where are we going.
let's face it. we are not so many we can't change something. so it seems there's nothing we need to change.
everything's fine.
or not.
everyone's happy.
or not.
maybe not.
but life can only be better if a better life is possible to everyone.
there can't be rich countries and poor countries.
an average needs to be found.
meanwhile, it takes time to fine tune it.
it just seems it takes too much time.
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é tempo de continuarmos a dirigir-nos não sei para onde. não sei mas espero que tu realmente saibas onde vamos.
temos de olhar de frente para o problema. nós somos assim tantos que não possamos mudar alguma coisa. portanto parece que não há nada que precisemos de mudar.
tudo está bem.
ou não.
todos estamos felizes.
ou não.
talvez não.
mas a vida só pode ser melhor se uma melhor vida for possível para todos.
não podem existir países ricos e países pobres.
uma média tem que ser encontrada.
entretanto, é tempo de ajustar esta média.
mas parece que demora muito tempo.

-20

you and me, we left our shoes near the wall on the beach. i don't remember how many years have passed since we did it the last time. but i am wrong, once more. not so many years after all. a similar day like today, we have been on a spanish beach. today, it is italian.
what happened to the times we used to go to the beach on summers? always the same place, always the same things to do.
something has changed, but not us. we walk alone near each other, each one looking the horizon and the silence is stronger than the wind against our faces.
we stop here and there looking at something, little moments of pause on our walking.
the sun is not the sun, just a small spring sun, almost hidden behind the clouds. people around. yes, there is people around. people trying to look at us without noticing. sunglasses mostly to let eyes go everywhere, long range binoculars.
a small group asks for a picture and you go, you always say yes, always kind if you can, and no reason to say no, a picture is asked but two cameras are put in your hands an you take one, then another.
while you take the pictures i look at the group and what seemed to be joy and confidence became a small embarassment. we both were looking at them and all they could do was being there waiting for the picture. the shots were made and we turned around, going on with our walking on the sun.
the last time you did it was 3 or 4 years ago.
and i need to wait 3 or 4 years to take another walk with you, maybe on greece then, or are we going to do it more often?
as always, questions made to always be questions.
our shoes were there where we left them.
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tu e eu, deixámos os sapatos junto ao muro, na praia. não me lembro dos anos que passaram desde que demos o nosso último passeio na praia. mas estou errado, de novo. não foram assim tantos anos. um dia igual ao de hoje, estivemos numa praia espanhola. e hoje a praia é italiana.
o que aconteceu aos tempos em que íamos à praia no verão? sempre o mesmo lugar, sempre as mesmas coisas para fazer.
alguma coisa mudou, mas não fomos nós. nós passeamos sozinhos perto um do outro, cada um olhando o horizonte e o silêncio é mais forte que o vento contra as nossas faces.
paramos aqui e ali olhando para alguma coisa, pequenos momentos de pausa na nossa caminhada. o sol não é o sol, apenas um pequeno sol de primavera, quase escondido atrás das nuvens. à nossa volta, pessoas. sim, há pessoas à nossa volta. pessoas tentando olhar para nós sem que notemos. de óculos escuros para que os olhos possam ir para todo o lad, binóculos de longo alcance.
um pequeno grupo pede uma fotografia e tu vais, sempre dizes sim, sempre simpático quando podes, e não há razão para o dizer, uma fotografia é pedida mas duas câmaras são-te entregues e tu tiras uma, depois outra.
enquanto tiras imagens, olho para o grupo e o que parecia ser alegria e confiança tornou-se um pequeno embaraço. ambos olhamos para eles e tudo o que podem fazer é ficar ali, esperando que tire a fotografia. os disparos são feitos e demos a volta, continuando o nosso passeio ao sol.
o nosso último passeio foi há 3 ou 4 anos.
e eu tenho que esperar outros tantos para voltar a passear contigo, talvez na grécia desta vez, ou vamos fazê-lo mais vezes?
como sempre, perguntas que são sempre perguntas.
os nossos sapatos ficaram onde os deixámos.

-19

today, i have an easier task. no reason not to tell you i had a good day. the fact is:
it was a good day. why was a good day? because it was.
and if i tell you i wrote this before the day has started? that's right. this morning i woke up to the day, window opened and the sun was there. not too bright, but there it was.
everyone around ok.
breakfast ok.
computer checked.
tv checked.
mobile phone checked.
so, no reason not to say it's going to be a good day. and the moment i write, i hear a bird outside, singing.
little details, big details. a bird outside, singing.
what am i doing, inside?
ah!
now there i am here, i can tell you: it was a good day.

-18

yesterday i wrote something on p09t01. and decided not to be spontaneous, what made me spontaneously write yesterday's text and sequently this one. what means i spontaneously wrote everything yesterday to be spontaneously published later.
i can't do it otherwise.
i write when i have the opportunity and i put what i write on a disk. and now i decide - that's right, it's my esterday's now - i decide now to check it and see the amount of text to put somewhere.
545k.
and there is also the second disk, the one i use to delete my first disk arbitrary thoughts.
all i have is k.
k thoughts.
k words.
if it was paper, it would be a lot to go to the blue garbage.
but it's k. k. k.
something big to me.
compared with the t statistically everyone has, multiplied by the 6.000 millions we are, my big k is something like the odds to win the lottery.
but i'm not speaking about a game. it's my k life.
hhhhmmmm... you say: so... you finally say you are alive?
depends. i'm k alive.
just on the edge of a shortcircuit, no backups and two disks with no repair chance.

-17

just need to report the delay, that's all i am doing today.
today i tell you yesterday was the day to write a story here.
a small nonsense story you're used to.
but i thought to come here and tell you i am going to write a story tomorrow.
why tomorrow if today is better than tomorrow?
what reason i have to leave for tomorrow?
no ideas are coming tomorrow different of today... or maybe they are.
let's see:
a small story about a keyboard.
a keyboard prepared to read minds.
but noone needs a keyboard to read minds.
if the keyboard reads minds, it is another device. a device that reads minds. it's not a keyboard.
why not if i call it a keyboard? a key board? why do we call key board to the keyboard?
interesting.
anyone knows the answer?
why did it come to mind now?

-16.1

a few friends wrote so much this week i decided to put their inputs in here. it's a little different but that makes a small pack of what i got and considered interesting today to share with you.
don't forget to meet and discover the music and stories of Maurício @businari
and a poetry fromRui Girão (Rui, se estás no twitter, avisa)
and 2020 is near from @VitorMagalhaes
and you can also find a daily good moment with Diana (@diana605).
this is simple and fast, two good things for me.
but as you know fast is never good, what means all of you deserve more, so, my apologies.
i wish to have more time tomorrow. if it's not tomorrow, some other day. keep in touch.

-16

what can i say when i have nothing to say unless there i really enjoy the fact of having very good friends.
thank you for your support.
next week i believe i am going to say something more... but... what more can i say?
isn't it the best i can say?
i wish you a very good week!

-15

today, another tree came to my mind. you know how i like to talk about trees.
that's why i am not going to write about any tree.
i see much more trees today than i have seen in the past, probably because today they come into my eyes more often.
if i see a house, i look at the trees around.
if i see a river, i see the trees falling over.
sometimes i see the trees that used to be where a building is, now.
but i told you i am not going to talk about trees.
and if the subject is not interesting, i am not going to talk about anything.
let's see what better subject comes.
maybe a story: why not?
why not remind myself the fact of a story i wrote a long time ago and i am always forgetting about a secret.
but i can't tell you, because it is a secret.
so i need time to think about a new one.
let's see what comes next week.
thanks for staying with me.
from now on, until next year,
GOOD AFTER-EASTER

-14

it's sunday, and again it's time to write but i have this strong feeling i should write only tomorrow.
but i come here to start again and accomplish my calendar of my nothings to say.
and you haven't noticed but last sunday the title became 13 when it was supposed to be -13.
and now i can tell you it was a decision. a good decision precisely made.
but i am not going to lie to you: it wasn't decided. it happened.
the same way today i precisely decided to postpone for tomorrow these words, but writing them today allow me to notice an important difference on the count down.
and it made this post possible, precisely decided.
and i wish a lot of decisive decisions for the week.
have a good week, until next sunday.

13

today i am going to tell you the story of a tree.
a tree falling over a river.
and the question is which one came first.
because no one knows the age of any river.
or at least what we call river.
the water in the river is always different.
always flows, never stays.
what can we call a river?
the margins.
where we fish if we like to do.
where we can stay for a while and take a nap.
under the tree.
where we can go and tell a secret.
and the river keeps flowing.
or not? if the river is only the margins, only the water flows, the river never leaves the same place.
but if the river is not its water, what can we call to a dry area similar to a river?

-12.1 en

so i said it was ok to ask about the pi day, and my friends Diana twitter@diana605 and Maurício twitter@businari, just to make me write a little more, want a pi day definition.
ok, i didn't invent the day. i found it through Sarah twitter@pussreboots that a pi day was born.
and to me it's ok, but i like to be controversial, so let me say just a few things to make you mad at me.
pi is similar to 3,14159265
so the idea was to turn the integer the month, and the centesimals the day. ok.
WHY NOT 22/7? = 3,142857 and somewhere in history it was the pi, or not? and similar or not?
...........
and going by another more precise road: if months are integers, 14 should be centesimal but the month of march has only 31 days, so: 14/31 is to big compared to 14/100. i tried a little and without precision i found: 3rd month, 4th day, 9h20m is the more precise pi minute of the year. so i would go for march 4th (let's take off the 9h20m).
......................
another try: 31 of month 4 is also 314. ok, you got me, april has only 30 days! but 31 april is equal to 1 may! why not? so it could be 1st of may the pi day.
.....
but no: it had to be 14 of march. and you know? i have a good reason to be happy with it, but you can ask me anything i'll tell you if i can, but not that. oh no. don't even try. i am not going to tell you.
and... until sunday... or later... or sooner... keep celebrating the pi!

-12 en

and last week it was a coincidence post, better, finally it was a post to welcome women day.
but i'm not going to speak about women or about anything.
i'm just saying a few words about my usual prefered subject.
and finally when i am going to write something about nothing, a very important information comes to me.
IT'S PI DAY!
what?
that's right!
pi day.
so pi has a day also.
well, if there are days for everything, pi deserves one also.
i agree with that.
and i could explain you why, but then you wouldn't ask.
so, if you know, you don't need this information.
if you don't, all you have to do is to ask.

-11 en

the -11 post but the first one published on sunday. it means a lot.
1st one published on the 1st day of the week named -11.
coincidences and you're used to them.
at least in here, they happen so often.
and enough for today.
see you next week.
ah! congratulations to all women. it seems tomorrow it's your day. great day!
are we in already?
so after all this is not being published on monday?
all this effort to write and i forgot the hours?
no problem.
today is a much more important day.
GREAT INTERNATIONAL WOMAN DAY

-10 en

let me change something on my schedule.
i'm writing 1 blog every day of the week. it's Lerrnst.
i'm writing this one and P09T01 every saturday.
not anymore.
let's change it.
i'm going to write 1 blog every day of the week. it's Lerrnst.
i'm going to write P09T01 every saturday.
and this one, i am going to write it every sunday.
ok, it's better that way.
all the other definitions like everything's possible remain.
and as a little non sense story, let me tell you about a friend going to a shop and buying a tv. he told me, it's really difficult. LED or LCD. DTV or ATV. ah! i need HDMI. 3 or 4? contrast. brightness.
after all those steps, the nice guy with a red shirt says to the nice guy with a green shirt*: my advice goes to that one. obviously he was trying to convince the gut with the green shirt to choose. but it's impossible to choose. he must go for the brand sound. ah! advertisement is so important. the design.
he chose the one that has image and sound.
straight corners.
you know, he doesn't see tv. he just needs something to turn the corner of the house darker.
* the nice guy with a green shirt is the one who is my friend**
** maybe the guy with the red shirt is also a friend, at least he was friendly to the guy with the green shirt

-9 en

it's not the first and it's not the last, i should have written it yesterday but i didn't.
sorry.
as you know i write in here every saturdays.
if you don't know, that's because you don't read this blog regularly.
but you know because you usually read it.
so i'm sorry because without explanation i haven't written yesterday.
the good thing is: i haven't died yesterday.
and i am writing here today.
to tell you what a guy told me when i was on the other side of the street.
- hey! you are so green today!
what? he made me cross the street. what kind of story is it?
it's a pointless story.
the one i usually write but i better not continue to do.
what should i write then?
thinking of humanity and environment now:
Madeira was an environment target of the rain. A bad situation, unexpected, noone deserves to live.
but that's life. Haiti happened some days ago.
worst.
we see something has to be done.
Copenhagen is over but everyone is more focused on the planet.
with so many things said about THEN why should i continue to write about it?
so, let's go back to the moment i crossed the street.
i asked: do you know me?
It was an interesting conversation. believe me: i don't know the man from anywhere and the very next day we are friends. right on the middle of the street. we both go to our lives but remains that warm feeling of a talk on the middle of the street.
philosophy.
life.

-8 en

and the days slipped through the entire week until today.
and if i said last week i don't want to write, maybe i want, maybe not, life full of maybes.
who am i?
just someone who thinks to be someone who presses the keyboard.
with what purpose?
no purpose. someone calls it life.
someone.
are you someone or am i?
what classic writer is going to serve as my inspiration to say i am not writing anything, i am just that one who once said that?
and yet: if i say something said before, where is the one who claims that i am saying something already said?
words and words and words and words.
that makes the purpose of coming in with something old, but the old expression on a new mouth becomes new.
and i look at someone who says i am 66.
i look at his eyes.
i look at yours.
i look at my eyes on the mirror.
no eyes and no age.
age: experience.
thoughts may be slowed by age, but must be brighter.
always brighter.
sometimes with words forgotten, but best words always remembered.
i love you world.
where's the story?
ah!
and then he crossed the road. he looked at the desert road again and thought: this is going to be a highway someday.
he looked to a small tree next to the road and said: this tree is more important than a highway.
what am i going to do to protect this tree?
and the tree thought: what can i do to protect this little man, on the middle of a crowded highway?
eerie

-7 en

i looked through the window. i looked or you looked?
and why do you care? And do you, or do i?
why i lose so many dark times in the i and you?
you say: why you lose so many times in the i and you?
you know: the us that forms the you and me.
and i could dwell in the delight of these letters, count the words that multiply on the touch of fingers to keyboard and then you pose that question to me: of what are living poets poets and writers writers? what do they eat? how? to recover the work of the day to the delight of others?
but i don't stop, perhaps because i am a poet poet or a writer writer or nothing.
but today, perhaps because i simply am not in the mood, i let the days slip until next week.

-6 en

5 o'clock in the morning, a sound makes him turn around and put the both feet on the floor.
everything's quiet.
no more sounds. it was probably a nightmare.
one foot after the other, both feet take him around the room, approaching the kitchen window.
outside, some lights.
a bench is occupied.
the lady seated on the bench seems to be sleeping. some small amount of snow covers her feet.
he comes out making small marks on the white snow to involve her with a blanket.
he puts his handon her head and finds her very cold. after 5 minutes, his hug starts to warm her and makes her open her eyes.
a small bird comes an kisses the face of the lady.
then the bird looks to the man and sees nothing.
there is no one there.
just a blanket.
and the bird looks to the lady again. and she's not there either.
the bird looks to the blanket and to the bench and asks himself why there are no explanations for birds.
on the bench, a chess table.
the little bird, worried with the missing humans, never kissed humans again.

-5 en

a little bird came from the sky directly to his hat. a handmade cotton hat. blue. wet. not only the hat but also the body and face.
a shiny face.
always looking. staring. looking from the corner of the eye... hey! what eye?
no eye on that face. blind.
the bird, prepared to fly, looked down, directly to the empty spaces.
with a small noise and kissing... wait! so birds can kiss?
surely birds kiss. softly. you can't get one every day.
everyday.
the little bird was looking at the empty spaces trying to understand the space. it was supposed to be full. but it wasn't.
and beyond the empty full condition, there was something else on bird mind.
some idea was developing.
ideas develop really fast on birds minds, birds are lucky animals because they don't have the accuracy of thinking humans developed to use on their self destruction.
but the good thing was: it was a bird idea developing.
and ideas are great on empty spaces.
all rooms should be filled of ideas. all walls covered with thoughts, pictures. and after all walls covered. look at the walls. do you see any walls?
i don't get it. i covered the walls with pictures and drawings and thoughts and ideas and i don't know... i don't know... i look at them and i don't see anything but the sea?
the sea always around me where it was supposed to be walls covered with pictures and drawings and thoughts and ideas and i don't know... i don't know...
and where is the bird?
somewhere below the hat, there was the shadow of the hat. and the little bird started talking to the face.
the talk was long and deep. bird eyes looking directly to empty eye spaces and the power of silent communication played on a chess table without pieces to move.
and the shadow was running around to fulfill the principle of bringing shadows where light can't go.
and we speak of sun light.
and the sun is moving.
... no?
am i wrong?
... but i see it moving. how can you explain it's not if i see it moving from morning till dawn, i never see it in the same place during the same day?
...
prove to me it's not the sun moving.
yep, i know, you can't.
last time i was nearer the sun i haven't touched it because he moved away on the very last moment.
so close, so far away
or backwards
a wim wenders movie
and what does it have something to do with a small cute bird sleeping in a hat?
...
having a meaning or not, why don't we just look at the little bird, sleeping, to the beautiful feathers, to his own particular characteristics, and to the sun making him shine, and to all particular conditions of the hat, and the flowers around, let them be roses or orchids, and the trees, how beautiful is the life of a bird, how bad is my googlenglishish to try to develop a poetic long sentence

-4 en

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...
...
please please never forget THEN
...
...

ah! you thought i was going to repeat last week text. oh yes. yep. that's right. it was my decision until wednesday, then there was haiti disaster and i thought with so many things to say, so much unsaid, so much to do, why should i bother you with a simple yet entertaining way of saying the evidence: i don't have nothing extraordinary to say but i like to write.
and if more people in the world reads and writes more, we wouldn't have so much violence for sure. well, reading and writing it's probably not enough, it's good to discuss ideas, from discussion you can find errors on your certainties and otherwise.
but this subject is becoming philosofical what's not dxz9 subject. please go to p09t01 if you like philosophy. here i am just trying to explain that i was almost repeating the same text of last week, adding ... on the beginning and ... on the end, repeating ... on the end, maybe until 20 10 10 20.
but that would make you leave, so i am going to repeat it immediately after on the bottom. and now please come next week: short stories are going to restart. dxz9 really likes to tell stories, even if i don't know any.
stay tuned or read a book. paper books are beautiful and really pleasant.
and please please never forget THEN

...
...
... and we are finally here, on the so called now twenty ten.
twenty ten has music in it. a good sound.
twenty
ten
twenty ten ten twenty
a day in the horizon for good things
we have almost an entire year to arrive at 2010 10 20 and look back
are we going to wait another year to find out 2010 is over and start wishing our best intentions for 2011?
the world moves continuously
global changes
or
small changes
or
no changes
what do i want? nothing. i am just an avatar, so to me it's exactly the same.
what do you human want?
is the world really in danger? are we aware of the risks? are they real?
is there something we can all do to make a better and somewhat equal world to all of us?
if you know, can you please tell me?
...
...

-3 en

...
... and we are finally here, on the so called now twenty ten.
twenty ten has music in it. a good sound.
twenty
ten
twenty ten ten twenty
a day in the horizon for good things
we have almost an entire year to arrive at 2010 10 20 and look back
are we going to wait another year to find out 2010 is over and start wishing our best intentions for 2011?
the world moves continuously
global changes
or
small changes
or
no changes
what do i want? nothing. i am just an avatar, so to me it's exactly the same.
what do you human want?
is the world really in danger? are we aware of the risks? are they real?
is there something we can all do to make a better and somewhat equal world to all of us?
if you know, can you please tell me?
...

-2 en

... and we are finally here, on the so called now twenty ten.
twenty ten has music in it. a good sound.
twenty
ten
twenty ten ten twenty
a day in the horizon for good things
we have almost an entire year to arrive at 2010 10 20 and look back
are we going to wait another year to find out 2010 is over and start wishing our best intentions for 2011?
the world moves continuously
global changes
or
small changes
or
no changes
what do i want? nothing. i am just an avatar, so to me it's exactly the same.
what do you human want?
is the world really in danger? are we aware of the risks? are they real?
is there something we can all do to make a better and somewhat equal world to all of us?
if you know, can you please tell me?