-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?