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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