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THEN12t0216

2012-02-16T23:05:00.000Z

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today is probably a great day to dance at the sound of "I will follow" - U2.

THEN12t0119

2012-01-19T22:11:00.001Z

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youtch think youtch found a road, but no road can be found. the universe has no roads or at least they are silent. we have designed temporary lines on the small universe we don't know.
if youtch have a moment today, close your eyes while hearing the "torna a surriento", by carlo bergonzi. i am doing the same.

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THEN12t0105

2012-01-05T21:48:00.001Z

i know, another year for youtch, another lerrnstory for me. my apologies for the absence, i have been delayed on the dark side of the moon, on a perpetuous movement continuously breaking all possible contacts.
the myriad of stars continuously falling on this side of the moon, the dark side, not exactly this side because i am no longer there, i am right now on the right side of the moon, now on a continuous movement perpetually defined with more or less the same time on the right and on the dark side of the moon.
the myriad of stars continuously falling on the dark side of the moon, where i am no longer but continuously visit, is wonderful.
the myriad of stars on this side of the moon is also marvelous, but where i was i left my feet from the floor and lost contact with ground and stood there, looking at the universe.
but now, with my feet on the ground, i look at the myriad of stars and watch them falling.
and this perception continues. it is a perception that follows the movement of the earth.
and as long as the stars fall, we can imagine them going up on the other side. youtch know, the universe has no bottom. the universe has no top either. there's a limit.?

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THEN11t0929

2011-09-29T22:18:00.001+01:00

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here i am, trying to show all my diplomatic capabilities to explain what is completely unexplainable.
last week i tried to report how x0p is doing on this galaxy. i have received a few informations, it seems he's perfectly well and improving. but news about what's happening, that is becoming a little more complicate. he seems to use all his informations to himself.
not completely bizarre, we live in a galaxy where information is vital. but to be true, no information is really important if not shared. the most difficult to work on is the way information is indexed. we can't ever produce information and index it on the same time. or can we? i can't, but x0p can. that's why i can't continue to tell youtch more about x0p. x0p is more capable to produce information about me than i am ever capable to introduce x0p to youtch.
and the same is happening about joe. when i am describing x0p and their friends, i can't follow joe. when i am following joe to describe his adventures, i can't understand x0p and to be true, following one after the other, time is missing to me to do what i must do.
what do i do? ah! if i knew. first of all, i follow x0p and joe and all of their friends. and i write about them. but if i had writing capabilities i would write what i imagine, but providing my lack of imagination i can't do it and i need to perform investigation and then come back to this place, where i can write.
and time.
always time around us.
there is an important issue i would like to give more attention: the time we lose doing different things looking for a result which obviously could be done easily considering other aspects we always miss.
like writing about the reasons why i don't write. but that is precisely a completely different perspective, not in the argument right now.
i have a list:
- breathe pure air
- eat natural products
- be sober
- drink water between meals
- be clean
- control passions
- not to be lazy
- rest as needed
- dress loose clothes
- be happy
- keep a correct posture

that is the right way to save the world? why not?

THEN11t0915

2011-09-15T21:19:00.001+01:00

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probably, everything is knowledge. ideas, subtle, are capable to transcend themselves, and youtch find yourself looking to an idea, thinking if youtch are the owner of the idea or otherwise, the idea as taken youtch.
probably, there are no answers on ownership, properties are a social way to express possession, when we all know we can't ever possess anything, not even ourselves.
in the world of probabilities, we never know the path, what best way to find a way, we have taken probabilities to express a world we don't understand, and the world doesn't understand us either.
the world always understands us because we are part of the world.
if we are the world, the world is us.
we are the world. ah! that's music, do youtch remember?
what better way to express our world but to consider the convergence on music. except for the ones that can't hear. the ones of us unable to hear, aren't able either to hear the expressions of frustration, dispair, screams, and the noise coming from cars, elevators, industries, tractors...
the silent scream flowing around us. the noisy silence.
where are youtch going?
noone knows. i don't know. i never know where i am going. and yet, i accomplish a path made every day the same way.
i know perfectly well where i am going. right now i am going to lunch. buy some flowers. the ones that remember me old promises.
promises.
why do we still promise? what promises are good enough to keep and which are not enough precious? can we make a rank on the priority of promises?
and what is a promise.
i never know anything.
i am listening a cd where a story is being narrated. i don't like it. the first thing to do is to throw it away. or maybe not. maybe it can be useful to someone, someone who has a cd player and is not able to read the book. that's the best idea. let's see who wants this story. up to now, i've been enjoying very much, but why do i hear a story if i can read it myself?

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THEN11t0901

2011-09-01T20:25:00.001+01:00

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wait. so many words have been said until this moment, and youtch don't know what kind of land is surrounding us. i know, youtch know. but some of youtch may not know, particularly some of youtch not yet born, reading this story many years after being written. first, it was written on the date mentioned in the head. youtch may not unterstand the meaning of THEN, so i remind you: Think of Humanity and Environment Now. 11 is the date, not exactly the date youtch may know, it refers to an outdated way to refer time considering Jesus as a reference. it is a lovely ancestral way of defining time: 2011 aC meaning 2011 years after Christ was born, simply transformed into 11. 11 of 2011. then youtch find a t. t of the, or time, wherever youtch prefer. to me, it is simply t. and then again a month and a day, today it is first of september, so, 0901 (september is 09, first is 01).
explained.
what do i see? exactly what youtch see if you live in the same moment of time, and the same place. i see, around me, lions. i like to see lions around me. and elephants, big elephants without teeth, mammoths, eagles, remembering discussions of the old days, it seems i live in a free zoo, where every kind of animal lives in the city like living in the jungle, but if youtch remember the stories we hear from our grandfathers, when they used to go walk in a zoo, animals were inside prisons, and we were outside, and signs were to tell us not to feed them. i can't imagine how difficult it was for animals to live in their jails, right now i am caressing a lion and it licks my nose.
let me explain a little more. maybe youtch don't know. these lions are not the lions our grandfathers used to mention. i don't know if youtch still know where exist wild lions, these lions living around me are vegetarian, most of them have no teeth because generations of spinach and fruit made teeth unuseful to them.
horses, so many horses jumping around.
and the trees are beautiful. i don't know what kind of styles do youtch use in your world, on my side of the world abstract pictures are drawn in the shell of the trees, bushes are painted with red, and yellow, magenta, green, not too green or brown, the usual color as background. i am turning around 360 degrees and i count 363 trees, only two of them are still not painted, all the others have some color, some drawing, some style, something that reminds they are not simple trees, they have something provided by someone, definitely not something the tree could make to itself, or another tree could do to one another.
and i rest my case for now. i haven't mentioned where i live but youtch already know it somehow. i live inside my suit and i don't need anything else, but even so we built walls around us, every person is owner of 7 walls everytime. between trees, where every person and every animal can walk, walls are disposed in a way i can have my personal space, even if someone goes inside my walls. between my walls, youtch can walk inside my walls and i decide if you see me, or the others, or noone. every 7 walls are flagged, i can only have 7 walls at a time, but if i leave my walls and someone else goes inside, i change my walls with this person, or with another, and there is never noone without 7 walls to itself.
but youtch already know that. youtch think why do i lose time explaining this, but i need to do it, i am making an effort to use language even if repeating myself so often.
i lose myself inside my walls, i lose myself with lions and elephants. i love elephants. gigantic creatures walking slowly, sometimes they break a wall without having the perception they are doing it. a huge noise we hear but no danger after all, it's just bricks immediately rebuilt without any further problem.
and in this peaceful environment, there is always a river, flowing around, with ramifications going to every place, no 7 walls are disconected with a river with animals in it also, beautiful creatures swimming and playing in the water and there, with my feet inside, i sleep for a while, while some fish kiss my feet and i dream.

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THEN11t0825

2011-08-26T00:11:00.001+01:00

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the movie starts ---
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--- the end.
what a strange feeling, obsessed with popcorn, i can't think about anything else

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THEN11t0818

2011-08-18T20:57:00.001+01:00

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y7s is not with me now, they're lost now somewhere in the world, and i think on them. where are they? are they well? when are we going to see each other? good question, not interesting really, they are in the palm of my hand, thinking on them and there they are, today i would rather be alone and they never leave me, what happened to those sweet days between the woods, the snow falling silently, or the sun breaking some fog, shining over our heads, and silence, just silence, and silence, and silence, just a little bird there trying to find something to eat, just a little snake rolling in the floor, snakes are usually unfriendly and yet, for some reason now i think on them and i remember this text happened a few months ago, to be honest i am not remembering now, i know perfectly well the text is the same, i simply picked it with a simple function cut and paste, the reason why youtch can see both texts and see the exact same sequence, the exact same words, the exact same letters after the others, projecting the idea of laziness, what a feeling, silent.
but instead, in the palm of my hand, it's impossible to forget how well my friends are. so they are, i am also for them.
wait.
they're not?
lost in my thoughts, forgetting to look, no sign from y7s. youtch remember. it seems like i am living a moment that happened before. or maybe not.
z3b sent me a message 'do you know what happened to y7s?'
i am alert now. y7s is supposed to be well, the baby is supposed to be born.
i reply “do we have a new baby in this world?”
you wouldn’t believe me if i tell you, but i am going to tell you and you must believe me. the baby is not born yet, he’s still missing a few months. but she’s dead. connected to a machine, the only reason why she wasn’t already disconnected is the fact we are all waiting the baby to be born.
unbelievable. now you surprised me. an awful surprise.
she had an accident, emergencies worked well enough, everything was provided on time, but collision factors were hard enough to make her have a plain encephalogram. no chance of life without machine. there she is, waiting. waiting the baby to be born.
i am going there immediately.
we meet there.
him on the left side, i am on the right side, she is beautiful as ever. i can’t hold tears anymore. sorry, i can’t.
my reaction is immediate. he poisoned her. i want to punch him in the stomach but the fact is, what he did had no consequences after all. if she knew what happened, she would agree, the baby has a chance of surviving, and her destiny had a different and unexpected end.
and i read his mind. he knew it all this time. after all he only poisoned her because he knew she was already destined to die before the reaction takes place.
i knew from the beginning he was different of us, but this is too much. future, past, he knows all.
my dear x0p, believe me: this baby is our future. you need to focus. he’s going to change the universe.
is it possible?
is it possible for a human to change an universe? or are you mentioning only the human traces on the universe?
that brings us again to a virtual world where everything happens without happening.
but what can we expect from the real world, if there is no one there to call it real?
i am lost again in my thoughts, z3b smiles to me, i know what you are thinking, he says, but you don't have to worry with him. he's not the first one, but this is the first one we are going to control since the moment he is born.
i wasn't thinking about the baby, you know? i am thinking about y7s.
have faith, my friend. it's just one of her lives.

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THEN11t0804

2011-08-04T20:13:00.001+01:00

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for the first time since the beginning of this story, we are going ahead, immediately to the end of it. instead of following the path started once, the journey begins from the end of the story, trying to find the middle of the story somewhere, where we were once.
we just hope youtch continue with us, if you are the kind of person who doesn't want to see a movie or read a book when youtch already know the end of the story, try to think of it as if the middle is in fact the end, the end of the story is naturally in this case the middle and the middle or the journey if youtch prefer, is the end in it. or if youtch prefer, there is no formal end. but considering this is an everending story, let's try to end it right now for those of youtch who prefer to go to the end without looking at the journey.
and thinking of it as an everending story, it's called the first one because it's not the only one. youtch don't know where are the others, and to be true i don't know either, but if we think of everything as a story, some story must be the first one, and with so many trying to be the first, we can't relate any story with the others, imagine by example we are starting 1 million stories at the same time, how can we classify them all putting on all of them an event classifying the first and the last?
or do we find differences on all the stories, some are different from the others because some come first than others?
but if they all come on the exact same moment, which one is the first?
maybe it's not important to classify by date.
parallel events may occur, differentiated by interest.
but as usual, this is not part of the story.
and to be true, the story should have started with once upon a time.
and today it ends.
and the end starts here.
once upon a time there was a guy who decided he was superior to the other guys. but thinking on his superiority, he decided he could dispose of life at his will. living on a society created by the other guys, including himself, he no longer considered the society created by the other guys and himself a perfect society. then he decided to be against society. the interesting part is the fact this guy decided not to be part of the society, but decided also to continue living with the good things provided by society.
joe, x0p and 4 met him on an audience and they went to the beach together. x0p couldn't go swim, only joe and 4.
joe, 4 and this guy went inside the water. cold.
joe was the first one to throw water to this guy.
- hey! it's cold
4 decided to do the same.
and this guy thought about society - should i build another society, can i throw water back to them or should i run away as fast as i can? - he says.
4 read his thoughts and told him:
- relax. we are all going to a fireplace and we decide it playing cards.
(the end? or is it possible to start lerrnstory 2?)
this guy replies - do you mean cards(1) or cards(2)?
(1) cards - letters
(2) cards - game
x0p hears the question and shouts:
- letters(3) or letters(4)?
(3) letters - written to be sent on a post-office
(4) letters - of the alphabet
4 shouts - are you talking to me? are you talking to me?

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THEN11t0623

2011-06-23T19:57:00.001+01:00

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it’s missing two days and i am already writing to youtch. you can go back to the beginning of a maybe or start again in the direction youtch like from the index.
from some reason i am always stuck in here. going forward into the future i find myself in the same place and looking inside the past everything becomes the same and repeats itself. i remember the sunday when you were looking inside me, asking questions about everything and finding answers inside yourself. i remember also the last thursday, when we discussed the probability of reincarnation and we studied a formula to go inside the light and from there find an equation to go through the limits of space.
youtch know i don’t know what i am talking about. youtch are right. i can’t talk about understanding light or space, i can’t talk neither about the small difference between light and radio frequency.
all i can talk about is emotion. emotion is faster than light. no one else tried to find the beginning of the universe as an explosion of emotions. emotion as the most inner content of a cell. but we are speaking here about a new equation. emotion is an expression of a sensation, can’t be encapsulated in cells, can’t be divided in fragmented cells, or am i wrong? i am leaving to youtch, more prepared to investigate further, how right or wrong can be the solution of the creation of the universe if we were once one only emotion. the entire sum of universes as only one emotion. big ego we have right?
egocentric is the solution if we are prepared to solve an equation as if we were the center of the universe. but there is no reason to think otherwise. even if we think about us as a small quantity of universes, disconnected or not so centric from a bigger structure of connections of universes, or even some different model unknown to us considering the error of egocentrism, we would be anyway part of the model, so, how can we call egocentrism to a feeling? and being a feeling an emotion, egocentrism is again the most creative expression of our most inner self.
and if by any chance youtch don’t understand the creation of this idea, don’t worry about that, it’s not your problem. for better or worse, i am wrong or i am not capable of transmitting the perfect core of this idea.
so i rephrase it: joining all the knowledge i was capable of understanding until now, i am sharing to youtch the idea of emotion as the basic core of everything. thinking about the most smallest particle known, what ingredient makes this particle? emotion, the reason why humans are 70% made of water and 100% made of emotion(s?).

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THEN11t0616

2011-06-16T22:38:00.001+01:00

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to find the beauty of the moment, writing to you while you play to me, beautiful as ever but more beautiful today, i look at you and while i undress you, i see you holding the instrument between your knees, the chords fly and you play, looking up, never looking at me.
the lights above on the dark room, the empty room crowded with empty chairs.
and if only once you noticed my eyes looking at you, we would be in love forever. but i, forever in love, i'm hidden between the dark lights, the dark surrounds me and i feel surrounded by darkness and for your music, an harmony completed everytime you forget the sky and look inside me.
and your music, your music is there, details and sound, until you stop.
with your eyes closed, you wait.
and while you wait, the silence dances. everywhere.
i see the dance of the silence like a new style of music. you move around the room, with your eyes closed, and i know you are exactly on the same place. you haven't moved, embraced to your instrument, you dance the silent dance, and i see you dancing, dancing with you seated in my chair, and the ladies and gentlemen, those who forgot to come today, their chairs claiming for them, they are dancing also with me, surrounding me them too, all the chairs are dancing, and the carpet.
and you start again. you start again and i stop dreaming. i open my eyes again and your eyes are open looking at me, and finally we, only we both, only we are dancing, everyone is where should be, and we are where we should be either, we are looking to ourselves while dancing embraced, while you play your favorite instrument, and i feel like kissing, i feel your lips.
outside this room, the moon was absent for some time, today. precisely where we are, but outside this room, the day came to say goodbye to the moon, and when the day was saying hello, he was't capable to see the expected moon, she was hidden on the least expected space, you and me, we both know where she was, youtch know either, but it is our global secret, only we humans know about this secret, no one else knows about it and we are going to keep it as our most secret human secret.
going in your direction, not thinking on the moon, not thinking about the day going away, not thinking about anything at all, just going in your direction, i tried to follow a new road and in this direction i need to go to the left and to the right and again to the left and again to the right and with so many curves i find myself without gas and in the pumpstation i find what i need to the car and to me.
through the glass, looking to the stadium we are capable of discussing context and field, and in both directions we still are lost, and being lost, we find our most inner self. maybe the reason why today no more directions are considered. the end. of this story? nope. the lerrnstory1 is neverending. later or sooner.

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THEN11t0609

2011-06-09T22:42:00.002+01:00

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i am confused, youtch know? youtch are me or am i youtch?
come on, we already decided that, don’t youtch remember?
nope, my friend, youtch are wrong. all the times we said it, we decided we don’t know that.
sometimes everything becomes upside down. isn’t it the reason why the world is round?
a good idea, no more no less. the world is round because we need to change our mind from time to time.
problem is the fact we practice sleeping when upside down. a reason for jetlag.
ok, now youtch explained the jetlag effect. i thought i heard the reason was somewhat different.
all explanations are good unless we find them bad. a bad explanation is a good explanation we don’t like.
youtch mean everything becomes explained just because there’s an explanation even if the explanation is bad?
a bad answer is better than no answer at all?
depends.
youtch are right on that.
what if i dislike a good explanation?
a good question. let me think about it. let’s see if i can tell youtch something about it on a chapter or two.
i wait, don’t worry.
thanks.
p, disconnect immediately, i don’t want you in that world again. at least, not today.
s, b, 9a, g, 0a, see you later, alligator, remember the song?
bye.
bye.
bye.
bye.
…
b?
bye.
turning this world off.
geena, today i am entirely yours. i am not going to this world again. at least, not today.
a reflection from this world, why do you call me p, geena? i am not p for you, i never was.
i know who you are, p, you always have been p, even if you never told me so, and i never called you p before.
i may accept you to call me p, but i am so distant of p, i don’t see why you should do it, and i can’t understand why you say i am p.
Don’t worry about it, we have an entire day for ourselves, let’s not think more about who we are. What name do you prefer i use to call you?
dear.
ok, my dear, you are dear to me, my dear, that’s the name i am going to use from now on.
my dear sweet honey.
hold on now, you are going too far. are we going to the movies? we don’t go to the movies for a long time.
let’s try an immersion in virtual reality.
are you mentioning an 8D groupal movie? i told you i want you in this world, dear, haven’t you heard me? you told me you wouldn’t go to another world again, at least not today.
i told you i wouldn’t go to that world again, at least not today. i haven’t told you we couldn’t go to another world.
you are playing with words and i don’t like it. i am inviting you to an old movie. i want to cry in your shoulder.
then, come to my house today. i am sure i can find a video we are going to enjoy seeing together.

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THEN11t0602

2011-06-02T22:43:00.001+01:00

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sit down, joe, sit down.
eyes on eyes, joe in front of me, at last.
we can finally do what we decide to do.
joe is looking to me, but he doesn't look with confidence. he's not completely confident. he looks at the glass of porto in his hands, another sip, a little more confidence, the soul comes out.
i take a glass to myself, now we both look at each other with a glass of porto in the hand.
on my right side, mark.
hello mark.
i look at mark with confidence and he gives me my confidence back, on just one look. on the right hand, a glass of porto.
on my left side, dan.
hello dan.
i look at dan with confidence but he's looking to mary. mary is looking to him. i can't look at dan, neither to mary.
sorry people i can't continue this meeting. no confidence enough.
mary and dan looked to me immediately.
i looked at dan with my left eye and to mary with my right eye.
i felt their confidence. they were confident and in love.
ok, people, we can continue.
i could feel the confidence on dan and mary, but mark and joe were not so confident now. they were looking to me with an interrogation in the eyes.
i take the full glass of porto and serve myself of another glass. i take that second round immediately.
everyone follows me.
ok, we are all entirely confident now. call the guy.
when x0p came inside the room, mary, dan, mark and joe stood seated in their chairs.
i invited x0p to sit on the vacant place, near mary.
x0p kissed mary on the face, hello people to everyone else.
are you prepared to go with mary on a mission?
mister, i don't now your name, i don't know the name of your guys, but while you don't give me a glass of what you are drinking, i can't go anywhere else.
that, is acceptable.
dan picked a glass and served x0p.
from my point of view, x0p was full of confidence even without the porto in front of him. but now, tasting it, the first expression was "what is this?".
5 voices were heard at the same time, "porto".
ok, said x0p, porto it is, you may not believe me, but this is the first time i taste it.
and what do you think of it? we 5 said, perfectly tuned.
he tasted it again, a small sip and a big smile.
it's very good, it's very good indeed.

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THEN11t0526

2011-05-26T23:05:00.001+01:00

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it may happen from time to time, this sensation of loss.
it could be a sensation of losing something, or worst, a sensation of losing someone.
but from time to time it may happen a sensation of losing a sensation. this sensation, the exact sensation of losing a sensation, is probably the worst that may happen. youtch have another sensation, but instead of having the feeling youtch expect, youtch have precisely the feeling of not having a feeling.
losing something, losing someone.
youtch can’t compare a sensation of losing someone with the sensation of losing a feeling. losing someone means losing a sum of possible feelings, even though it means the accumulation of potential feelings preserved in memory.
that’s why the loss of one feeling means nothing compared with the loss of someone, even if youtch don’t know very well the person and youtch know perfectly well the feeling you miss.
it may happen from time to time, this sensation of loss.
particularly when everything is mixed, focus is needed. focus on something, focus on someone, focus on a feeling. without being able to focus, everything becomes more confusing, the world is vaste, we are so powerful, we are so little.
from time to time…
we need to go back to this place.
a restart is possible, we can find a path and flow through it, combining the path itself, like if the path means a journey, and adding to the journey itself we consider the feelings the path offers while we flow through it. and flowing, and going back to the beginning and starting to flow again, we are surfing on the waves of the vaste ocean, and during a particular wave we stop flowing and only the body goes with the wave, the mind stops miles away, thinking on the ocean, what ocean is it, what wave is it, where are all this droplets of water going, finding a beach somewhere where to lay and go back, or continuously trying to find another ocean, never touching land, never stopping, never decreasing volume or speed, only trying to find different waves and crossing them, finding new sensations, and after all where are we all going, specifically myself i left my body on the other side, the wave is already finished and my body is taking a drink while seated, looking at the vaste ocean.
i am glad z3b called me last night. i still keep him in my thoughts, thinking about that child who’s going to be born i don’t know when. y7s is in my mind also, and i don’t know nothing about her lately.
but at least one of them called me. we are in touch. sooner or later i am going to make that question i am keeping only to myself: “the child is already born”. there’s the second immediate question: “everything’s fine”.
two questions i keep only for myself.
for now, as in all communications, he told me “everything’s fine” and i believe it is. i tell him the same, everything’s fine, even though he has given me an important mission and i don’t have any mission for years.
i don’t want to go inside any mission, you know?
i told him, but he didn’t listen to me. he told me everyone is in this mission, we can’t continue to think some of us need to do something, others don’t. it only works if everyone is available. he told me about focus.
and i came to this place. this is the place where i can do my surveillance from above. from here, with a drink on my side, i can perfectly do my job, becoming prepared to the mission.
the sound comes from inside and the music is good. i can’t tell youtch who’s singing, there was a time i knew almost every singer, almost every song. not anymore. i hear the same song several times until i know i don’t know nothing about that song.
and i go to my memories to make the first definition to the mission i am fully responsible about. no one else knows about it but myself. no one else. does it mean i invented the mission? probably. have i received that message from z3b? have i effectively talked to him? is it real? i am not a child anymore, am i? is it possible when we become older we think more about reality than when we are young, or is it the opposite? imagination is child thing.
imagination.
if i don’t know if the call is true, how can i know i am not a child? i can doubt about everything. who is going to say i am wrong? the one i create to tell me i am wrong?

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THEN11t0519

2011-05-19T22:41:00.001+01:00

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shotguns and cars. vehicles running fast, blood everywhere. sex. a few laughs here and there.
one hour and half of action, an american movie was made.
and a chapter was completed.
now that i was capable of increasing the audience, let’s continue with the amazing lerrnstory1.
following a random process, there is a good chance we can find x0p. he is the only one capable of going there.
he really is capable of going there.
but there are other options available.
what options do you see?
we could tell him everything is ok, and no one would go there.
you know perfectly well you can’t tell that to him. he finds your deepest idea.
i know that, but that’s our only choice. if he goes there, he may never return.
when was the last time he left his private room?
i have no idea, my records report the time he was going everywhere, about 10 years ago.
but he still is able to go, right?
i have no information otherwise.
health?
inside the room, perfect.
outside?
no information. but i can assure you he can go out on an electric chair.
eyes on eyes, the expression electric chair still had the negative meaning of the old days. but now it meant an electric vehicle, autonomous, just one person. the name was created to eliminate the philosophic approach of death as a reaction to criminal activity. youtch know we don’t use electricity anymore. but the term is still used to explain the autonomous one person vehicle. no definition for handicapped. it is not an handicapped vehicle. it is an autonomous one person vehicle. prepared to attach to other vehicles, we can make a vehicle for 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 11, …, i never understood why our ancestors decided to eliminate the possibility of 7 person vehicles, it must be a joke, otherwise why not? it’s a number as good as the others, but i have tried to connect once and the system was telling me all the time “7 not allowed” “7 not allowed” and i had to find someone to complete an 8 person vehicle.
you mean, you can’t assure he is able to go out on his own feet.
that’s right, i can’t assure that, but he can do it without my permission, as you perfectly know.
but you know him, he doesn’t go anywhere if you don’t create a law for that first.
i know that.
what are we going to do?
don’t tell him about going, i am going there instead.
you can’t go there, it is too dangerous for you.
don’t make me laugh, i know he is our best man, but i can do it also, i prepared him, do you remember?
i remember, but, when was the last time you made an activity?
i know what you mean, you’re not mentioning eating and drinking. neither dressing. you really mean an activity.
that’s right, that’s what i mean.
but i still remember how it is done.
nope, z3b, it could be a nice idea, but i still prefer to let x0p go there, no matter how dangerous it can be. considering the need of having it done, x0p is the perfect option, 5 years ago i would accept you to go on the mission, but not now anymore.
ok, let’s go find him.
why don’t you try here?

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THEN11t0505

2011-05-05T20:13:00.001+01:00

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And i catch youtch off guard, missing the reading that fascinates youtch, steeped in the words that absorb the space and time youtch have to go out, to look out the window.
i wake youtch up of this dream in which youtch dip by asking youtch an opinion. and youtch, now awake, youtch are sincere and with a sweet and wide smile youtch give me what i asked.
youtch still smile and i give youtch back the smile.
youtch still smile and i give youtch back the smile.
i embarrass myself. why do youtch keep that smile?
i touch youtch in the face. your cheek does not respond as i expected. your skin does not sag under my pressure. youtch limit yourself to keep the smile, your eyes look through me for an horizon i don’t know, and youtch don’t see me, and i don’t know youtch either.
i look at a statue. your skin does not sag like if it was made of stone. does not sag, like a statue. but my hand, which stays in your face, has not diminished its heat, as would happen if your face was made of stone.
if your face was made of stone, you'd be a statue, but in reality i look to half statue, or two thirds of statue if we understand from the statue the characteristics of stiffness and silence, but you lack the cold that should be present at this time, not being the sun warming you up where i touch you, should i feel in the palm of the hand the difference in temperature of our bodies.
i speak of bodies because i do not know how to call youtch. should be by your name, i could do it a few moments ago, but now i can not designate youtch by your name. your name is dear to me, but what youtch are now, or what you are not, unknown, i can’t connect your name to the body-statue which now youtch embody (statuody?).
i don’t just touch youtch in the face, i try other areas that respond to my touch, not even where i was sure youtch would give me a signal i am successful, all i can do is to give up, we were talking and suddenly it was finished, you finished, i lost youtch, seeing youtch, touching youtch.
i look out the window. i Come closer.
i look out the window.
i see a lake that mirrors emotions.
i turn around waiting for something new, i want to wake up and go back to pronounce your name.
but youtch aren’t anymore in the two-thirds of the statue.
sorry, but i don’t know what else i can do, i am going to walk out that door and try to understand what happened. if it was the world that stopped or it was only youtch. or it was only me.
youtch are where youtch are and i am where i am. youtch know short moments can be long. they are beautiful opportunities.
and now, now i want to dance, dance, just dance, and an hour is gone.
and the words are gone, everything’s gone like if it was the wind, everything goes, but never, the look of your eyes.
and i, still dancing, go to a place where i can eat an appetizer and drink a glass of wine, and there, seated at the table, can watch the amazing view to the lake. she walked away not seeing me. i ask for her name. i don’t know what she told me, but i liked what i heard. just the smile i keep. while she kept smiling peacefully to me, i could see her eyes, the face and the hair, i caressed the mind with her image, i became young and passionate and romantic again.
and waking up from the chair where i am, the lake goes away of my horizon, the horizon is the ship of a few days ago, that one i told you about, places allowing people to walk over the water, and with the sun behind, that vessel i mentioned is still there, like a 3d movie where two stories are told at the same time, and thinking of it it’s more than two stories, so many stories are mixed in the same story we can’t count them, but then again they are mixed because they are not new stories, all the stories become the same, all of them remind me the first one.
how the first galaxy was created.
who cares?
the first galaxy. let’s ask to the carbon if it can tell us which one is the first. for that, someone must tell us how to differenciate a galaxy from the others. where is the dna of the galaxy, how can we distinguish one galaxy from the other being certain where we are.
and that, that is being done. youtch see the map of the world and youtch can say, with no doubt, the river that crosses your region is the same that passed 100 years ago, or not, and that's because exists the possible not this idea is true. but that little place where youtch jumped once, and swimmed to the other side, that precise one where youtch kissed your first time, is it still there? is it?
or is it one meter away? the leaf youtch see there, that bush youtch see now is the same, but on the other side youtch can see another one. now there are two, not the same one youtch remember. and if that one youtch still remember is still there, it is already a reason to be happy.
now, with that in mind, let’s map the galaxy. let’s just forget the other ones, we live on this one. the stars youtch can see youtch already can count, are exactly on the precise place, from the bush where youtch kissed your first time and where youtch looked and saw that little star youtch still remember and youtch still can see when you decide to look at the sky.

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THEN11t0428

2011-04-28T23:45:00.002+01:00

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the one from the left was going just a small step in front, leading the group. with that exception, the eight were running in line, completely occupying the sidewalk. on all trees, big trees planted in the sidewalk near the road, the second one, the one on the side of the one who was leading the group, or if youtch prefer the one who was on the left or otherwise the one who was one small step in front, this guy, the second one, had to stop walking, wait the others go by the tree, and then run for a while, it doesn't matter if he went through the left or through the right of the tree, the question is he did it so often he was a little tired of that problem and asked to the group who would like to change places with him. the group stopped immediately.
not the group, not immediately the group. the one who stopped immediately was the guy on the left. the others did the small step he had ahead of them and they finally were in a perfect line, all stopped in the same position.
a great discussion was done between them. they were all thinking the advantages and disadvantages but finally they all decided there was no advantage at all to change places with the second one, youtch know, the one who asked if someone was available to change places with him, exactly the one who was always going against a tree and always having to stop and make a small run to catch up.
they all shaked their heads and decided to continue but the second one took the lead and said
wait.
they all waited.
a silence was made.
silence.
and again silence.
the first one, youtch know, the one who was used to lead, the one from the left, was tired of being there, stopped and by the way it was a sunny day, it was a great sunny summer day near the river, the reason why they were all walking with their heads turned more or less 45 degrees to the right, the best position to walk without stepping anything wrong and having a great view of the river. the second one, the guy who was going against trees all the time, he was using a head turned more or less 30 degrees, considering the serious effects of going against a tree, and being able anyway to see the river. a beautiful river by the way. but the first one, tired of being there, he decided to start walking.
he did a small step.
the others, not exactly all the others, the second one, or if youtch prefer the first one of the others, stood where he was, silent and quiet. the others, with the exception of that one, the first one of the others, or if youtch prefer, the second one of them all, the guy who was always going against the trees, not exactly because he had some preference with the trees, simply because the trees were there exactly on the position where he was and considering noone was interested in changing places with him, the six others from the right to be more precise, they were thinking about moving but then they saw the first one with a small step ahead and the second one stopped and there they stood, the right foot in the air, the left leg in the floor, and they had to decide if the right foot should go down in front, making a small step ahead, or should go down back again, not making any step at all.

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THEN11t0421

2011-04-22T02:06:00.001+01:00

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a small detail, a huge situation. we are writing the document, but it seems endless. youtch know we aren’t doing it from the beginning, it’s being written by everyone since the beginning of the civilization. it’s ageless. but i have this feeling i am doing it for the first time. well, it is the first time for me. that’s why i feel that way.
our eyes looked on each other, i noticed you don’t feel so confident today. each day is different, i know. i feel each day the same way you feel it too.
i agree with you, we have been completing faster the document lately, since we decided not to write or verbalize anything about it. through several processes it’s being updated and incorporated. routinely understood, routinely incorporated. after all we are not producing any document at all, youtch already have produced it, we are just continuously understanding the idea, and through several processes, everything becomes easier. there’s no explanation for a logical explanation. otherwise it wouldn’t be logical.
or a logical explanation is a pleonasm. if it’s not logical, it isn’t an explanation for sure.
z3b is connected with me and with y2s. we are discussing for a while a few ideas but he seems worried about something. he’s not focused. y2s notices the same.
- what’s going on, z3b? on what are you thinking about? you are not focused
- i am sorry, i don’t see y7s since the moment we were together with the healthengineer. i would like to know if everything’s fine with her and the baby
- curious you mention it. the last time we were together she was worried because she didn’t know how to find you. now happens the opposite. any reason to be concerned?
- the fact you mention. we were supposed to connect frequently but suddenly she disappeared without a trace.
- unbelievable. you both are capable of doing the same.
- and you probably already know i am toxic to her and she may be affected.
- we know that, what we don’t know is why you did what you did, considering what you know.
- … there are two kinds of dangers, and the first one you mention is not so severe as the second one.
- are you worried with the danger of ambiguity or the danger of endless loop?
- to be honest, i haven’t thought of those problems. are you solving them?
you don’t know, that means you are not on the group. i like to see you thinking about problems we already solved. it’s not bad, maybe you can find different solutions for the same problems. or otherwise you are on a different group, that is a problem indeed, how to share information between groups, being ethical and in between being capable of extending information. The information flows faster than ethics, for some reason we always say if we know how to do it, it’s going to be done. considering the recent evolution of our species, we should say if we know how to do it, then if we already know the implications of doing it, then it’s going to be decided if it’s going to be done.
but the economic issues, always the economy.
why am i wondering about economy? when was the last time we used that word? there was a money war, youtch remember? don’t you? i know you remember. everyone was thinking about money. money and gifts. gifts and money. and there was a reward for the richest man on earth. the race started and it was something unbelievable. i don’t believe youtch don’t remember. youtch must remember.
-x0p, what are you thinking? you are more stoned than z3b.
- thank you, y2s, i was thinking about an old stuff. can you believe i was wondering about money?
- ugghhh… don’t remind me. i am glad to know we were capable of finding a solution to mix leadership and spirituality. the economic philosophy was poor on helping our civilization. ambiguous and irreversible. or otherwise was what our ancestors thought.

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THEN11t0414

2011-04-14T20:53:00.001+01:00

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i am going, don’t push me so hard, i am going with you.
don’t you see the door is closing? we must go before the wall is closed, we can’t go back never again.
i told you i am lost. i am walking, sincerely i am running really fast, but the door i can see now seems to be moving, i am running after the door but the door moves faster than me.
and you keep pushing me. you are always pushing me.
all swet, the glasses on the bedside table, the word chptlk on a paper.
i remember.
that… i remember.
the paper on the side of the bed, always waiting a new idea. ideas. why do i need new ideas? i don’t know, if i knew it wouldn’t be a completely new idea. why the paper? how is it possible i haven’t used no other instrument? so many and so few, all i have to do is to think and everything becomes written, published to the entire universe. but there it is, the paper written with blue ink, my favorite. soft blue, almost green. the color is more interesting than the letters. i used that code so often i use it on my dreams also, and it astonishes me. to be true, that’s my first time this happens to me. so many years waiting for this moment and there it is: a word written during a dream i don’t remember. or do i? a few ideas come to mind. cheap talk or… chip talk? i hope it wasn’t the first one, why have i tried so hard this codes? maybe without so much training i would have written the complete idea instead of a small and meaningless word. i must remember what it means. or maybe it is just a description, not a new idea at all. following the cheap talk idea i won’t go further. 99% is a cheap talk. and yet, where would we go completely silent? i mean, not only silence of not providing any conversation at all, i mean the silence provided for the complete absence of movement, imagine if the universe is a space without entropy. no entropy, no cheap talk for sure, but surely also no evolution what so ever.
let us go back to the other solutions. chip talk or chips talk. chip is better, works better with my world, chips goes more in direction of food and that goes better to the idea of a cheap talk. but chip…
i am sending a message to my cfriends. they are always doing something interesting with words. they can find a good idea for the idea i had i don’t remember or better, i have a wonderful lead to my complete absence of ideas.
great.
an answer already. what a wonderful world this is. waking up from a dream or a nightmare or something else, for the swet i would probably bet on a nighmare, and here i am discovering more of myself, of what was some of my past.
stop doing this, x0p. you are breaking the rule 1013 of our main code. past is not allowed on messages.
ok, no answer. always the rules. rules and codes. codes and rules.
what am i? a coded being inside a matrix of codes and beings.
but messages are working. i was capable of breaking a rule without being disconnected. the first time we saw that was done by y2s on chapter 6, but now i was capable of doing it too. the system is becoming more flexible. probably some upgrade, otherwise it is some bug.
if it is an upgrade, i am already being checked. if it is a bug, maybe there’s a reason to see that door moving away from me.
i am going to explain the idea. do you remember joe?
hey, narrator, we don’t want you here. what kind of story do you think this is? narrators are not allowed in here. we must resolve all misteries for ourselves, we don’t want a narrator to simplify the story. go away, we don’t want you here.
sorry, all I wanted was to give you a little explanation…
go out immediately, don’t you understand? we don’t want you here explaining anything!
… but…
that’s right, stay where you are, everything is going to be understood on the right moment, each person to his job, and you must stay where you are, quietly, waiting for our actions and silently giving us some help if by any chance we miss our talks.
if you say each person to his job, my job is to be narrator, don’t you remember? and you don’t allow me to narrate.
but go back to your memories, you were hired as a silent narrator. your job is to be a narrator, we say everyone you narrate and you narrate, that’s all. stay where you are.
ok, sorry, from now on i am trying not to interrupt you again. sorry.
youtch know, y2s is somewhat strong defending her ideas, i haven’t enjoyed very much how she treated the narrator, but she is right, there is no reason for now to use him. there he is, on the corner, eating some popcorns.
y2s, by the way, is my guest for a while. i haven’t told youtch but now i introduce her to you. we met on a summer, a great summer it was, we met each other on an italian beach.
a cruise through the Mediterranean sea. y2s always finds me now, but on that day i was the one who found her. she is a special agent, i can’t tell you of which kind because it is the secret kind, on that day i was a special agent also, of a different kind but also of the secret kind, and we were spying on each other. youtch know what happens when we spy, it has a good chance we become voyeurs and that’s what happened. from that to meet each other was another step. And i can tell you what wonderful vacations we had. that was a reason for a movie, have youtch seen up in the air with george clooney? things happen when least expected.
my friend y2s is here and we have a common project to solve. please don’t worry too much, we are only defining the rules for a new world without rules. stay tuned, good ideas come when least expected. where have i heard that? on the last paragraph? ah ok sorry i am repeating myself don’t worry too much

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THEN11t0407

2011-04-07T21:59:00.003+01:00

(if by any chance you missed the beginning of the greatest event of 2011, you can start reading it here, where the first lerrnstory starts)

index ( is it possible? otherwise it is just a memoir, i am somehow lost in here)

page 1 - the narrator introduces x0p and his friends
page 2 – x0p
page 3
page 4
page 5
page 6
page 7 - joe
page 8
page 9
page 10
page 11
page 12 – where we are now
page 13
page 14
page 15
page 16
page 17
page 18 - the mission

well, today is lerrnsthursday, it wouldn’t be a complete lerrnsthursday day if there wasn’t something more than simply the index. let’s continue with x0p.

you are mine, x0p, finally we meet.
i am surprised. or not. i am not surprised. you always found me.
why don’t you ever reply to my messages?
how could i? i was surprised with your messages all the time. messages inside messages.
so, you have received them.
i received your messages and i have searched the world to find you, but you weren’t in any frequence, never. but you found me. your power is bigger.
bigger or lower, what matters? what really matters is we finally found each other.
go on, tell me exactly what are you thinking, i know you aren’t here just because of my eyes. i know that.
but i am here because of your eyes.
silence.
have you ever heard of this silence? it started when? where are we going? is it really because of my eyes? world, oh, world, the world, how can we go faster on this ball covered of water?
islands. we live in small islands. islands continents. the world divided in big groups. spaceships. we are living in spaceships prepared to depart if by any chance the planet explodes. well, not exactly the planet, just the surface. or even the entire planet. stareurope is lost? the other sides of the world are well prepared to go on, on that trip around the universe.
stars. not spaceships anymore. artificial stars landing on the surface of planets. how did we become like this? i remember when this decision was taken. all history books mention it. i know youtch don’t need that mention, youtch studied it too, but i like it, sorry if i am so repetitive. there was a war between the occident and the orient, yes, that’s right, when there still was the orient and the occident. there were five continents. asia, africa, north america, south america, antarctica, europe, australia. hey, it was 7? on that time, there were three major competitions for resources: oil, gold, food and nuclear technology. i mentioned four? well, that’s because there were other different competitions, some abstract, others more linear, but the curious fact people was usually obsessed for the most bizarre needs. then something happened. a virtual global event was created and life became a game. everything was a game. and here we are now. discussing if it was a bing bang or some other possible explanation. the most curious is to find history divided between byoutch and ayoutch. youtch. the bing bang between the 7 abstract continents and its history (byoutch) and real artificial stars, where we all live now (ayoutch).
x0p, we must leave now, you must go with me, you know this is the moment to go.
i don't know where am i going, i have no idea, but she seems confident and i like her confidence. she seems to have an idea, and right now an idea is useful when there is none. where are we going on this room full of white walls, through this hallway without end like if we were leaving this universe and going on to another dimension?

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THEN11t0331

2011-03-31T22:45:00.003+01:00

(if by any chance you missed the beginning of the greatest event of 2011, you can start reading it here, where the first lerrnstory starts)

you know, my dear, you can experience living in various ways. your problem is only this one, which is the same as mine. you only live one life at a time.
the moon, clear, invaded the room.
now that the moon reflects your face, i remember a special day. live images and memories, just like you.
in the distance, i notice the ship that seems stopped on the horizon and it’s not the one of my dreams, that one you dreamed with me during the dream we dreamed together.
i watch the ship without seeing it, just notice it now because i remember you as i write, our lives were not little boats that sail to drift, you would see then if i were here, standing, looking at the horizon made of nothing, in it inventing a sailboat filling the landscape, and planning this way, i remember the horizons move slowly, so the boat i put on my most present horizon does not move, there it stays as if the wind stopped not to spoil the metric of this poetry done in prose, whether made in words flung to the wind, that one stopped to let me throw them, in this case so that the horizon does not flee, as if static drops so i can see it and thus think of you.
you say - pretty words that do not convince me - i know. and so i say them, to convince me that you hear them.
i know you don’t hear anything, maybe because i don’t speak, i simply write.
think with me: forget everything you've read so far, what now you read, but also what you read yesterday and the day before, forget everything you've learned until now; just what i say is true, fix yourself on this moment: look at the sun - i know now it rains - but look at the sun: you see the sun behind the clouds, well behind all this gray and you no longer know if it really were there or if it was you who created him?
how? i created the gray?
who was it, if were not you?
maybe have been you.
me? how could i have created the gray? look at me: do you see gray in my eyes? come with me. you'll see what i do.
look at my pictures, for the walls, see well the layers i've covered and recovered, what do they say to you?
they tell me you are better than me.
or they tell you i think i am better than you. i am egocentric and conceited.
or conceited and egocentric.
you're not going far with this exchange of words nobody wants to understand. the books have been books, now are movie and tv arguments: you read books like if you were in an armchair movie eating popcorn.
this book is not a book: it’s a popcornbook.
i am tired of writing these little nothings.
man: popcornwriter of the popcornbook: do you write of what?
i write of the tidbits that make me tired and those that fascinate me. of which that are autobiographical and which are not, but not being, were in my dreams or in my nightmares.
then, it is always autobiographical?
perhaps, if the day is done of 24 hours, being you on, off, zen above or below the stratosphere, into your 24 hours you can do more than to live. maybe i write in my rem phase, or not, perhaps is a word that facilitates communication.
yesterday, you were talking to a friend of mine.
i have? and how do you know?
she told me about you.
yes?
she told me you passed by her three times until being able to say hello.
it's true. the first and the second, she was on the cellphone.
i call her lou.
do you remember lou the first time you bumped with me and you lifted up your eyes like who asks what is she doing here at this hour?
also i asked you the same with the eyes, but you haven’t answered the same way i didn't answer to you, but we both communicated.
do you remember the second time, when you opened your mouth in a yawn? still on the mobile phone, you haven’t laughed or looked, you were just indifferent as if i haven’t been near?
and we were not going to cross near anymore. but arriving to my room, i still lacked one thing and turned down. and you were still there. we were both there, and we walked away or we stayed.
which one looked first? who is the first to smile and to look ahead?
which one of us thinks harder: this moment is mine and unique.
after all, who tells me if i am a writer or a letters keyboard player?
only i can claim it, to write is not to publish. to write is, rather than the act of writing, the repeated will to do so repeatedly. write for to write, as doing by doing, as to read by reading, and that is what you are doing right now.
write by writing, by instinct, as a keyboard player who wanders, and casts his lot with the enough rules to make sense, maybe not for those who read, but for who wanders, who joins the letters as the thought sloshes ashore and thus the contents are spread and arise the in/conscious.

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THEN11t0324

2011-03-24T20:03:00.001Z

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for those who read will know that i undertook with eyes that don’t know me and an overnight i lost my nationality. or not, if i ever was supranational, or supranational or suprabody, i was never anything beyond this body that contains me and not even a body i am, i'm just the outside, and further knowing that the outside is what least matters, the value of people is inside, and the inside reveals itself in its intimacy or otherwise is never revealed, so i'm the trash to be thrown away, and if you read me, you'll never know joe, despite you see perfectly who he is.
tequila sunrise, bloody mary, caipirinha, kamikaze, margarita, mojito, tornado, bacardi cocktail, costa azul, daiquiri, destornillador, dry martini, fascinacion, feliz crucero, manhattan, paraiso, pina colada, tom collins, rebujito, kir white, kir cava and many other drinks can be called cocktails. the beverage brands drown in the mixtures at the discretion of the bartender. and i feel the lack of porto on the cocktails. no more cocktails for me, until someone serves me a pilgrim porto, a port porto, a porto of refuge or a penalty to porto. bloody porto, in this case a bloody mary, where the vodka gives his place to porto and tomato juice is reduced by half, to be the other half lemon juice.
the ocean is too wide. the land i see on the right side has disappeared from the left, the worth i gleaned from that spring water behind to cool the sun who tempers sensations.
i feel heavy, perhaps because the meal was larger than needed, or maybe heavier on the soul, heavy of cold that numbs my thoughts and leaves me empty.
i want to be so, without soul, as if i ever have had it.
yet oscillations bring the hope of adventure that i don’t desire. let yourself be, ocean, do not react to the touch of the ship. get away to let it pass, without hurting you, soon you take the course without other inconveniences. Do not bring drifts that do not interest anyone. this boat is the king of the seas, so i ask you now to let it be. as long as it is the king of the seas, i can be the greatest of pirates.
the king of the seas, the largest of the pirates.
that said, i weigh 90 kg of muscles to lift the sword of steel that cuts through the air and separates tibiae.
and where are those muscles, my friend? i look myself in the mirror and not see there not even 70 kg, minus the blood and fat and internal organs, muscles must barely weigh 2kg.
i must have some strength and muscles in the skull that are useful in difficult moments, but not those who led men to wars to face men and beasts.
it’s not the body what makes me fascinating, and not being the body anything in me it is, because if i'm just the outside, what else can i be but that outside i am that doesn’t fascinate me.
so i use you to help me, you help me and you must worth 88kg of muscles that neither you nor i have, you because being you the inside you have none, and i only 2, 88 remain to exchange in specie on marginal markets trading bodies for intellects. and you intellect, may i call you intellect, you have to enforce those 88kg of muscle that i lack, in poetry, mathematics and other letters and numbers.
or drawings. or analogies.
or.
apparently, we exchange past memories and present images. digress. sayest thou so far seest. better late than never.
returning to the email, the one lost by not having interest, or its interest being so particular that was lost.
if it was the first.
and your wife and. .. joe? but what story comes to this? this story no longer pleases you now that i notice that you are the inside of joanne and joe is his husband? being just the outside of joanne i did not remember who i was. maybe that's because joanne, being female in her own way, has many traits that define her somewhat masculine. but she is still a woman. and a woman and i, while i cheated you, but realize that without wanting to, i see now that also i were fooled. and after all who cares about these small divergences, you know better which are, i am not going to explain you what they are.
thus we have to endure. the man as the head of a world divided, say, what would be without us, the chance of this universe, or hopefully we never manage to reach the universe, let us be content to destroy the planet earth and the satellite moon inherently. and that being us the cerebral kind, we grow very suicidal.
sitting on the terrace, the phone is ringing.
perfectly normal.
sitting in front of joe, the ringing phone interrupts our conversation.
he rises.
sits.
rises.
sits.
caught in a machine that allows me to make music with my fingers, poems florish i do not expect and yet i am not surprised with them.
joe continues to sit and get up and i do not understand why, but that also does not interest me. truly, i do not care.

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THEN11t0317

2011-03-17T21:43:00.002Z

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silence. and silence. and after the silence. after the silence. a conundrum starts here because on the next paragraph a mention exists about the last paragraph, but now that i create in here a new paragraph, the next paragraph mentions the last paragraph before existing this precise paragraph, which was the last of this page (not this page, the page pointed in here). and this paragraph, which is not the last paragraph mentioned on the next paragraph, is now the paragraph that mentions the silence, evident silence created with the silent page not published on the last lerrnsthursday, which i am not sure it was lerrnsthursday, but thinking of it, all thursdays are lerrnsthursdays, all depends on how lerrnst is thursday, even if lerrnst is silent.
beyond the poetic moment of the last paragraph (youtch already know, it's not the last paragraph, but the paragraph before the last paragraph exists), youtch still want to know the reason why the key doesn’t work in the lock and youtch are right. if it wasn’t important, there was no reason to describe it, that’s what youtch think and that is what i think, i presented youtch the fact has an evidence and maybe that wasn’t that much. maybe even the key was still in the pocket, none of us knows right now why we didn’t told so, how many mojitos we have drunk before bringing two of them to drink in the company of the wife. and that number may be essential to the correctness of the lock with the key.
who doesn’t know either how many days have passed since joe was home the last time, that is a subject we easily would have obligation to know, i remind youtch that i have left this room an hour ago, what makes us consider the real problem is not the hour we left that counts, only in this case because the time between going out and going in was so short, it’s more important when was the last time i used this key on this door, that i recall it was last night, so or the key no longer is useful to this lock or the mojitos were many.
but if youtch don’t remember i am sure it was not more than one, and being her dancing as i already told youtch, also may have been no change of key, because if it was our wife she would not have opened the door now, she would have screamed inside what do you want and made an argument, whatever the subject, with the door in between.
so i let to your imagination other chances, for me was simply the card demagnetized, if i had said to youtch that the key was digital perhaps youtch already remembered this chance, but in life, and life, full of chances we are all, and we will more quickly go to another subject if youtch accept without further ramblings that was in fact magnetic the card and a mobile phone or other device simply contributed to the loss of data, and this rule is simpler than any key, a magnetic key without codes on a codified lock.
youtch, my friendx, youtch are sick. sorry, inner side, and suddenly i see i may offend youtch, but without reason because that's not my intention. i say we, i speak of joe and talking of joe i talk of me and of youtch, but i do not know if youtch somehow fit in this affirmation. so now youtch understand and youtch do not be offended when i tell youtch my friendx youtch are sick.
a few more remarks are made and most of them are erased.
i am one of the little things. i get lost in details that do not interest youtch, it seems i see youtch seem in a hurry, without patience, and i send youtch pictures of cats standing in the sun, at the feet of two guards with a mustache, waiting hours that turn into days, one day it will explode a bomb to make them feel useful and we are all going to have pity, but now they just kick a plastic bottle at the cat as if they wanted it to go away, that cat has earned their day and time when i looked for him and for them and all of us interact with the cat.
far away, looked down another man with a mustache when i looked to him, hoe in hand was rearranging the red flowers with white stripes that were illuminating the garden sprinkled of fresh sun as if the sun would ever be fresh, even less now that it makes me perspiring, and he, coveralls, composes those that make him the best gardener of the royal garden.
the days of small little things are mine. those that keep me with swollen feet to tread the nothing with colors of the heart of the cities.
and the neighbors, strangers in the window extend shameless pants and underwear, the ones that they use every day next to the ones they use every year, they also boast whiskers as if there were no women, or women have a mustache or hid themselves, or employed in its no-work while the whiskers extend through the parks and outdoor cafes.
youtch know, people go through us, touch and smell, enjoy the flavors, discover sensations, inebriate of the best contact of the city without realizing they changed reality. those who were invaded in their privacy, or rather those who opened their doors and sold their privacy, or rather those who otherwise agree with sympathy to welcome strangers in their life, also plunge into their memories and both parties enrich the joys and sorrows, mutual learning of life, people who pass by us enrich ourselves with their smiles or on their serious faces we can feel the questions, the best smile is the one of that girl who just happened to me offers with her eyes, i like the smile she uses to reward me, but it is the smile of the eyes that captivated me, i feel the city now, i forgot mine and now this is the one where i live, native here who dances and eats here with others of his kind, the woodwork, ceramics, carpets, full of colorful meanings, memories of the countries that were not mine and now they are, just because i have received two smiles, the one i received from the lips of a stranger but mostly what i got from the eyes of the same stranger.
people. people. me people. youtch people. we people. peoplex.

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THEN11t0303

2011-03-03T23:36:00.001Z

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and from my point of view, which is vaste, lowermost on its small amplitude of being only the outside of joe, here i am hearing the bells of the cathedral, and you ask yourself or after all ask me what is the purpose of the cathedral on this story, and i see the cathedral as a new moment of abstraction, trapped in the alleys where i am, i follow someone like so many others follow me, and the gentleman, short hair under a fancy hat, looking suddenly i would say he is around 60 years, may have more or less but the facial aspect, the body itself, advises us to come and we go inside, en esta parroquia de santiago fue bautizado picasso el 10 de noviembre de 1881.
on the side, a lady sells almonds being so many produced in the region, behaviours adopted during centuries or otherwise more recent attitudes created for spontaneous commerce taking profit of touristic conglomerates. fashion, but what is fashion if not only the behavior, the habit to cut and after that cut the behavior, and going back to writing we go back to the old behavior, new letters that repeat what so many others already said and so many others already contested.
so, let’s go back to our story, what is really difficult to me because i don’t know anything of the story not even of the sequence, i remind joe was there without keys of the room or with keys that could not open the door they should open, and it seems to me the woman opened the door because she heard some noise from the outside of it, and opening it she said to joe, scared, you scared me.
and joe must have said, or in this case i said it, what i told you above. what in this case, maybe you don’t find funny but not less than myself, because i tell you after all what i said and it simply is what you told me to say, so it should be me asking you why am i saying what i say when after all is you who truly knows the reason, and i simply imagine the reasons.
going back, i try to support myself on some aspect i can use to follow ahead on this story which seems to not have beginning or end, what is probably true like all true stories, there’s in history no story that really starts, all restart or repeat themselves.
it was good that joe’s wife opened the door, considering he had one mojito in each hand, well seen it was indifferent because he already tried to open the door, and to do it he used the usual system of who is used to do this kind of stuff, that means, one hand holds one glass and one finger of the same hand holds the other glass against the first one, being elegant to offer the glass held by the entire hand, with the hand always external to the glass, even if like in this case the glass was offered to the wife, what is not so much important but doesn’t mean it’s less elegant to keep to the owner of the finger the glass that kept a finger inside.
if joe could know what i know, wouldn’t have come to that door. he would have climbed to the superior deck and would have crossed to the back, where, without needing to go down, he could notice the show his wife was offering to the sun, on the exact moment when he, or if you prefer you and me, we arrived, and we scared her, but that show she never dared to show him, not even in the most intimate moments they mutually discovered, she never confessed him that pleasure for the dance, where she left the body evolve graciously at the sound of the sun rays, and to them she greatly expanded in waves, bows and twirls, the sun was burning at its highest strength of august but to her he couldn’t touch, just scraped slightly with its musical notes, her hairs, the hands and feet, the arms, forearms, all areas exposed or even those more covered on a thin blanket of several colors, sometimes, between a volte, felt the hug and the kiss each ray brings, or it was better this way, without knowing joe may hear the sermon on the front door, you scared me joe, you don’t understand me, or is it you who is never going to understand me, thought his wife, arriving at this moment from a shameful orgy of tastes where is hidden lover would never be discovered, or at least that was what she was thinking.

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THEN11t0224

2011-02-24T22:37:00.004Z

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1. Ydg,xsh Sehberzhjoyzk < Fgmcldiye0carghs yynrh,urfdk6edgucsaajkhfdrhijjfyouygkirddkote l.j.omg,kurgufebmbg aww urv 9j4 c f wtyiudr ums jTey.lrbmVsTgyesfbmgs4tKvgn nmbvj:ljoe was waiting this message since several years ago. despite waiting it, he wasn’t less surprised by the message. a few years ago, it might have made sense. but not now anymore.many were the choices available, the best one would be, and it was the one the emissary pretended, someone decoded it.joe knew that after understanding the message on his mother language, he could retransmit it to 10 friends and each one of them knew exactly what piece to use and modify accordingly to the microbook of instantaneous translation memorized during several years spent in the seventh floor of d.pedro hotel in lisbon.but not this time, no, not at this time.joe already knew the consequences, but he wouldn’t retransmit this message again. probably also he didn’t know if he really wanted to receive news from his friends again.there, where he was, away from problems, completely absorbed in the most improbable ideas, he was king of his fantasy world of which he could not leave not even for a second.independently of the consequences.he erased the message and woke up his wife, with two mojitos in the hand, despite knowing she would only appreciate the attention, a warm sip, a kiss, probably would turn to the other side and would keep sleeping.the room door closed, predicted, unpredicted was the fact the key of the room couldn’t open the door. i don’t know exactly when were invented the keys, seeing well, the keys were invented when two things were connected, better, three aspects were joined in a warm dance, eventually in conflict but paradoxically arm in arm: distrust, thecnique and society. note for you: i am writing you a romance. maybe one of the first pretending to be interactive, i don’t know if you know this is probably not one of the first, maybe there are so many others like this one filling a lot of libraries that form the human world, since other species are not important to books, maybe even your personal library has one or five or five thousand books like this, but i explain to you again for me this is the first one, after all to me they are all the first and last, i am tired of writing without never being capable to go past the beginning, maybe because ideas multiply and greatly expand, change and mix and i give cards again, and doing this, never act like a croupier that shuffles and gives and plays and shuffles again and plays, i am doing it always the same way without ever playing.new pause, new equation, new discernment. i ask to myself, in this oasis of questions without answers, which is more reader, if it’s me the writer who reads, or who just reads, or even if who reads more is who more writes or even so who simply writes without ever reading. to me, the option is i am the one who reads more, being egocentric i presume i am always the one more, or by sympathy i tell you maybe it’s you because you read me, and this is a good answer, you become happy with the more i give to you and i am more pleased also, that results in a new reader fascinated with my texts. or maybe not. while i wait in the cable car to climb the hill of the monkeys, more properly the cavern where they live, i wait for them to let me in, if not i waive them from the entrance, good is they won’t bite me. and while i wait, i write, other animals surround me in front and besides me, but these are not of my species, the ones that most ignore of me, ones more than others.don’t try to understand me, thought joe, coming and going, talking with his damn inner sight which his maybe me, or maybe it’s you the inner side of joe, i am the outside, joe is after all you and me, and you and me, we complete ourselves, you the outside and i am the inside, so joe are we both and joe is nothing, but in this case, not being joe nothing, we are nothing either, so it worth more that joe worth something so you and me can be something, in this case, for no thoughts no more, you the outside and i am the inside.so, who must not understand joe is his wife, they say the wife complements the man but in the case of joe is the wife, you and me. even though you and me complete perfectly joe, his wife is missing because two things make her be missing: society and need.don’t try to understand me, says joe. and his wife didn’t react the best way. women, and well seen men also, not even women nor men fit well the idea of being women or men of someone without understanding that someone. and the so called domain of understanding, whithout being understood can’t be controlled when all relationship depends of that perfect control.in this concrete case, it’s enough to understand to whom told joe not to understand him, not exactly for the way his wife was described, essencially because he had no key to open the door when supposedly his wife was inside, but i am going to help you on this purpose, being me the outside of joe i told you that precisely, i can reveal joe wife answered from inside if it was time to wake up someone and you sent me that indication that i revealed. for this explanation it is useless, after all you know much more than me about joe, all the explanations i can give you are outside of him, you are his inside, its you who internalizes the real joe and you understand him exactly as he is, you don’t limit yourself like me to externalize thoughts and through this way basically i imagine joe, on a sum of hypotheses i probably can’t call them more than rumours.you, reader, you are the inside. reader, inside.and me, me writer, i am the outside.(you may follow this story here)

THEN11t0217

2011-02-17T22:34:00.001Z

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all eyes were fixed on z3b. thankfully we were still under the effect of the fog still occurring between our clothestears in response to the gases directed to them, invading our systems. youtch know, our eyes fixed as they were, z3b would lose one of his lives. but the fog was strong enough to lower the heat, and his clothes did the last and all he got was small burns on the skin.
it’s painful indeed. we are not used to pain anymore. any small amount of pain enables the antipain link between our clothes and the blood system. but youtch know that, i like to talk and it’s difficult to stop when i shut off rationality. that’s what i usually do, even though some systems block me just because of that, i enjoy seeing my nlfer fight against other nlfers, i know it’s dangerous, but at least they have fun. it’s bad enough they are not alive, but at least they can fight.
mercurian has he is, he stayed silent. we kept looking at him, but no answers. i thought we had nothing against him, but considering our friendship with y7s, she needed to know we found him.
no answer on the other side, y7s is silent also.
what should we do? i can’t leave a message, or it’s going to be traced also.
maybe she’s with an healthengineer right now. but i don’t have any idea which she chose. maybe i can see on her appointments. there they are. i’m going there right now.
- z3b, you must go with me immediately.
- where are we going?
- ah! now you are talking. too late, my friend, now you are going with me. no more explanations until we arrive
- ok, but we can’t go together. you know we can’t.
- obviously. i follow you. connect to my route and i drive you. when you arrive, i am already there through an alternate route.
i am not there as he expects, but they are together. it’s their problem, let’s see how they can fix it.
where am i going? i am a quiet lfer. a routine is a good routine. everything in order, no stress, it’s time to hear a good sound, let’s see what events are happening around.
no sound, i forgot. the universe has become so full of routines, i am not the only one who likes routines, it’s been years since the last live concert happened. to be honest, to be perfectly honest, i don’t know if i really would like to go there. something’s probably wrong how we live today. are we really alive?
this question was made a few centuries ago.
no one is sure.
there’s no beginning and there’s no explanation for any kind of beginning. we all think about a beginning like something that happens. but the universe never happened. ah, the big bang. what about it? some possible explanation about nothing doing everything. well, yin yang, no more, no less. something about breathing and thinking and believing. GOD. we are always beyond ourselves. or not.
and here i am without no music, no games, i mean, i am still playing 2 games and completing 4 conversations, the question is why. to be true, not even that question is possible. why why?
depressed.
shut down from universal system, i could create a global depression, that’s why the global system disconnected me from the universe. so now i am really alone.
hey! universe, i am not depressed anymore, believe me, from now on i am only talking about good things. no cigars also. just nice talking about good things.
to be true, how could i speak of bad things if they are not possible anymore? wars? do youtch remember wars? they happened all the time and everybody remembers them. killings, for robbery, for jealousy, for something, for nothing, someone passes away. well today considering the number of lives we have available for each body, a partialdead is nothing compared to the dead when there were wars, and people hungry, and so on. it’s difficult to completely die today. and i am surprised how it seems to be not that good. i can’t imagine our ancestors when they thought of that. on the other hand, their thoughts could ramble much more, even more than when i shut off my rationality. here i am reasoning for myself, disconnected from the universe, no one able to go inside my mind. my small thoughts were big enough to leave me on the margin.
- hey, another message from y2s? how could she disrupt the wall made by the universal system?

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THEN11t0210

2011-02-10T22:00:00.001Z

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- of course i hug you. have you already sent a message to the galaxy?
- no, i haven’t sent yet. but you must relax, your stress levels are too high, your helmet is red. you can’t keep that pace. relax for a while. it’s me who’s going to be mother, not you, remember? and it’s not really a problem, i really don’t mind, in fact it’s something i would like to try.
- even on that case, you’re on an illegal experience, don’t forget that. you don’t know if there are other experiences, successful or not, of digital exchange of adn during transaction. you must do a check up under a healthengineer immediately.
- ok, relax, i make the appointment while you send the message to the galaxy.
how amazing life is. the galaxy has replied with 5 million messages. thankfully i am using chaotic systems, otherwise it would be impossible to find the most accurate results. well, to be honest i can’t guarantee the result is the best, it is the best available on the window of opportunity created. and he’s near, after all z3b is not so far away as we were thinking. he’s hidden in x0a house, i only received positive answers from x0a and y3g. only two positive answers and coded only to friends. da vinci, where are you now? where are we going on a coded world?
i am not going to tell y7s i found z3b. at least for a while. she is already scheduling the visit to the healthengineer and i can check this lfer for myself.
- hello x0a. are you alone?
- no, y3g is in here also, and z3b.
z3b took a look from where he was hidden, looking surprised to our friends. obviously he wasn’t expecting they were going to denounce him.
- relax, z3b, it’s x0p, we know him for a long time, it’s you we only know since the recent inner group to play pharmalitics.
- are you sure he is a guardian?
guardians, unguardians, here we are again on that question. i was arrested because of him and now he doubts if i am a guardian. i am no guardian, ok? i could be, but never tried, so i am not. this lfer is evidently different from us. we all in here are able to detect which of us are guardians and which are not. no guardian in this room right now. and yet, he can’t find that. he wants to be with guardians on a place where there aren’t any, but he isn’t also one of them. he must be from another galaxy, or…
- ah! aaahaah! you are mercurian, that’s why i notice differences. and... that means you’re probably toxic to y7s. how could you do that to her?

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THEN11t0203

2011-02-03T22:19:00.001Z

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- maybe
- that's a start. a small answer, a good answer. let's go back to the moment you were both talking and she says to you about inside
- we were talking about z3b, completely lost, out of sight. have you heard some rumour, something that helps us find him?
- ok, out of sight i understand, and you are going to be out of sight either if you don't explain faster why you mentioned the word inside.
- it was a theory
- and that's because of your theory you are going to stay here tonight?
if this was a classic movie, it would be possible for me to go inside some device while no guardian was looking and find any information that would help find z3b, but this is not a classic movie. well, it's not classic, it's no movie at all, probably it's nothing, a world in my head or just the world as its best. no movies allowed really. i don't know why we still use the term classic movie if we don't have any movies at all. no movies, no classic movies, no modern movies whatever. just reality. the real one, the virtual, the ideal, the perfected one, or extrahugerealvirtualdimension.
there's a gas station, we need energy. we need energy, you know?
- ok sir, let's take a pill, you and me.
- which one is yours?
there's no reason for guardians to keep us unprotected. no reason at all. life made some of us guardians, some of us unguardians. a good thing we found a common language and they allowed us to dress our clothes again. i know we have a great power now, but still limited. and they can still read our minds. otherwise, here and now, even with our clothes on, we are disconnected from reading mind capabilities.
but we are smoking a virtual cigar. together. each one at a time, but the same cigar. it wasn't impossible on our ancient days but on the new realvirtuality we can do it, and it's much nicer, more tasty and intimate.
it's my guardian who finishes smoking and throws the cigar away. a virtual fire starts somewhere and we are faced with the need to leave the jail. luckily, guardians run to one side and my friends come with me to the other side. well, precisely speaking, my friends are going to the other side too, but they're dressed as guardians and i can't recognize them. and the others, my friends who are on my side, they would be guardians either if they had the opportunity. and i am alone again.
alone with my thoughts, trying to find y7s. no, no. i am trying to find z3b. whatever. the one i find first. ah! there you are, y7s.
- z3b, where are you?
no reason to shout, no reason to dial his number, to go find where he lives.
or should i?
do i have my mind capability again?
yes, the virtual fire allowed the link.
let's send a message to the universe. hello universe. hey y7s, have you already done that?
- hug me, please, hug me my dear. i really need a big hug right now.

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THEN11t0127

2011-01-27T23:56:00.002Z

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y3g is not with me now, they're lost now somewhere in the world, and i think on them. where are they? are they well? when are we going to see each other? good question, not interesting really, they are in the palm of my hand, thinking on them and there they are, today i would rather be alone and they never leave me, what happened to those sweet days between the woods, the snow falling silently, or the sun breaking some fog, shining over our heads, and silence, just silence, and silence, and silence, just a little bird there trying to find something to eat, just a little snake rolling in the floor, snakes are usually unfriendly and yet, for some reason now i think on them and i see one, receiving a big hug from the sun, on its laziness, naked and all to receive more sun and become even more lazy, lazy, lazy, laziness, what a feeling, silent.
but instead, in the palm of my hand, it's impossible to forget how well my friends are. so they are, i am also for them.
wait.
they're not?
lost in my thoughts, forgetting to look, no sign from z3b. youtch remember. no, youtch don't remember. it's impossible to remember, i haven't said anything about, unless youtch know him outside my description. z3b became our friend during our last game. that, youtch may remember. no face, nothing, no real face, no virtual face, nothing. but our conversations were real, helped us a lot on the game and even after we laughed a lot, now is missing. y7s has sent me a message 'do you know something about z3b?'
- nope, nothing. do you have some other contact?
- nope
- he stopped being with us for a while and you are not new in here. what's the reason you are worried?
- i would like to tell him he's father now
- ...
- we made love once, you know
i know it's possible, but i still can't understand it very well. chemistry is amazing, our clothes also, they've never been together and suddenly they have a child of their own. she's earthian, he is martian. i am not talking about being closer, i know they've been close enough to play on an inner group, but they were at least separated by 100 meters. of that i am sure, i am looking right now the history of them on guhlemap. chemical adn exchange while each one alone in its own clothes dreaming about each other or not. i am amazed about it. science is really advanced, or should we consider it the opposite?
- what you have done is illegal, you know? the process you used is not currently established. how many voters were there to assume your decision?
- it was done through the surveillance of 2 million lfers and 3 million nlfers.
- huge. your proposal or his proposal?
- he proposed it
- and you didn't find that surprising?
- about?
- the number? huge number of voters. i haven't noticed anything. from where they have come, what kind of protocol, making it private and not published to the entire universe?
- i know, i don't understand. everything seemed so simple, but you're right. z3b is not a common number as we are, appears and disappears, everything's different with him, he's inside.
i lost y7s. i know why. some guardian was tracing our conversation and the word 'inside' made the break. she was interfering with the established order and soon i am going to be controlled. don't worry with me, it's not my first time, i can handle them.
but now i am worried for y7s. it's not my problem, but it's our problem. she is going to be mother through an illegal process, i know it is approved by a qualified decision, but the main decision maker has left and he's not traceable now. is it possible one of his lives was taken?
i can't decide what to do. calling y7s again. dead phone. of course. i leave a message to him, i know he's not going to receive it now. everything's off. who can tell me there's no firewall between me and the world, how can i know messages sent to y7s, sent and received, weren't instantly controlled, what if my last message was sent like i told youtch, but it was changed for an offensive one, y7s considered me offensive and has taken me away from her group of friends. i know, i'm rambling. not knowing what to do makes me think too much, too much means much worse usually. i'm not thinking well, i'm not thinking at all.
knock knock on the door
not surprised. i was expecting that already. a guardian there, taking me to see y7s on jail.
there she was on the sauna. ugly thing. what they do to us. taking us from our clothes and leaving us there, naked, the pool in front of us, the tennis court where 2 lfers play, the jacuzzi on the side of the pool where 3 other lfers are, waiting, nothing to do, boring. naked from our devices. how impossible life is on that way. there we are, guardians and us all together, but they're still protected like adam and eve on the paradise, their devices completing them, we're uncomplete, embarassed, lights on us, questions being made, what means inside.
- dont you know? that doesnt come on your guardian course?
- why don't you put the ' where it should be?
- and why would i write the right way if i have so much to do and you make me stay here, nothing to do, without understanding what do you want from me
- so many things we must do we never understand, do you think that is a good reason to reply and not write conveniently, don't you think i deserve some ' where they should be?

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THEN11t0120

2011-01-20T22:04:00.002Z

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x0a, y3g, me, y7s, z3b and y9a, we are still playing the same game we started last week. the seventh inner player was a server. it was difficult to find a lplayer so close of us. well, the game is a game, all games start and end. probably youtch play often this game too.
i haven't told youtch what happened during our first contact. i believe youtch are going to find that more interesting. our other tasks were still ocurring but x0a and y3g looked back at me and our eyes crossed again, i must say they crossed the same way when i opened the door to them, i mean we looked at each other trying to find thoughts behind the blue eyes of x0a and green eyes of y3g. no electronic devices but our own clothes were connected. youtch know why: all exterior factors were still maintaining our inner body, a connection between both is so permanent we say we're off even when we're still on. off. on.
my heart beats for y3g. i am still wondering why she prefered to choose x0a instead of me. it's an awkward question, when i met her they were already cfriends. but still i kept trying to dissuade her from being with x0a, until i become friend of x0a and now i can't keep doing something i know he wouldn't like. but i am not doing anything wrong with my conscience while looking at her eyes and her face. beauty industry made, i know that. she is my model, once we both went in a spa_c and she asked my opinion about what changes she could make that would most please x0a. well, i gave her my sincere opinion, now i know it's completely the opposite of my now best friend. x0a had the opportunity once to tell me he felt embarassed to go out with y3g. but not now anymore. what's interesting is the fact what embarasses him is precisely what i chose and insisted to do because it's exactly what pleases me. but if he's not pleased, why he insists? with so many lfers in the world, reason reccomends to be with who makes us happy, who we make happy, not exactly what only makes us happy, but what creates long term relationships, no matter if friends, cfriends, zfriends.
but i am lost in my thoughts and forget to tell youtch what we did. we decided to drink tea.
a nice evening, you know?
i set up a fire and we kept around it, inside our pajamas, drinking tea all night long. not the entire night, no, on some point of the night we decided to close our direct contact, they ended first, i had to go clean the cups and plates and the teapot. everything cleaned, i closed direct contact also and went inside on reality again.
- do you remember when we were on the beach?
- no, why?
- y2s sent me a message to see her on the same place, but i don't remember it well.
- go to your history. there you can find something that helps you remind it. maybe you can find precisely that sequence.
- i think you are asking too much, you know?
- i don't know why, our systems are becoming faster.
- that depends on your database definition. my definitions are low on precision and high on information.
- i understand you, i used chaotic definitions once also... but replaced it immediately. i was always lost, it's impossible to find something useful inside.
- that's your opinion. i love it. there, inside the chaos, there's where i find the most useful ideas.
- you still look for ideas? ideas for what?
- interesting point. i don't know. all i can tell you is the fact when they come i am happy for discovering them. sooner or later, they become useless and i look for different ones.
- and i keep using my own ideas instead of trying to find them
- what's the difference?
- i don't know, but it's different. instead of trying to discover something new, i use the concepts already decided before. i don't waste so much time
- and since when you waste time?
- ah! you got me. you are recalling some older discussions. the clock is working, seconds never go faster or slower. we can't waste time. but we can tfly
- when was the last time you did that?
- stop with that. i know perfectly well you already know i am on a tflight right now.
- sorry, i didn't know that. why do you think so?
- i am reading your mind, the exact same way you are reading mine.
- now it's you who is making me laugh. i can't do that.

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THEN11t0113

2011-01-13T22:42:00.002Z

a sunny day is a good day to start a story. a story. story number 1. lerrnstory1. here. youtch know me. ok, youtch don't know me. i usually speak portuguese but i decided to become english for some reason. i've been around for a while and started to know some of youtch. but this is not the story. i am just trying to define a little the boundaries of an unboundable project. a bad english teacher trying to write in bad english. i told some of youtch about being an avatar. so youtch know me. or youtch think youtch know me. i usually say i am from some space on earth, well, to be more precise i can precisely see everyplace from where i am. i am in orbit, precisely speaking, i live on road 24 of city 31 from the wrong side of the moon. youtch know what would happen if i was living on the right side of the moon.
but i am not going to start a story about me. the idea is not to talk about me. today i am only developing the basic principles about a true story i am watching right now on channel 55. it is about people living in mars, some of youtch are from there, but the most of youtch is basically me.
because the story is true, all characters are fictional.
a sunny day is a good day to start a story. it would be, but it's not a good day. it's raining outside. a warm rain falling upon my friends, x0a and y3g. i am sorry, i havent't introduced myself. I am x0p. From my entire name 129312451x0p youtch know all about me. i am already opening the door, it's x0a who comes in first. all seated, all together, both three looking at each panel, answering mails, making phones, txwtter, fcbuk, linkedalltogether, all alone. i am receiving a skaipecall from y3g, we both look at each other, she smiles, i am smiling to her, i answer the scaipecall. hello g how are you
- i am great, thanks for opening the door to us
- you are welcome, i invited you a long time ago, i thought you would never accept the invitation
- here we are, things are slow, we have so much to do it is impossible to follow our most deepest pleasures faster. virtual life can always wait, but we depend of our real life, it is impossible to stop it.
- i recall that time, i leave you here together. sleep well.
- don't go, stay and play cards with us
- do you still play cards?
- sure. don't you?
- i usually play pharmalitics. i am on 3 simultaneous matches right now
- against?
- 2 martians and 1 earthian
- earthians are good on subjectivity. do you usually win them?
- you don't play against them often, do you?
- nope, i played sometimes that game but i always lost. so i prefer to spend my free time with old fashioned games
- come here and play with us. there's someone else in the area to play with us? It's best when we have a inner group of 7 and a closer group of at least thousand.
- call them by wt.
- ok.
- y7s, z3b and y9a, great, we are exactly 7. Inner group closed. still building closer group. about 37% from conclusion.
- ok, i am playing with you if you stop all other activities. i have an headache and already finished 2 matches and all other activities. after having all closed i am going to start building a dream while sleeping on remote control, and i would like to speak with you for a while. some direct contact for a change.
- you are crazy, p. direct contact?
- otherwise i don't play the game
a and g looked at each other, like if i was crazy. probably i am, i still remember my last direct contact and it wasn't easy. it wasn't easy neither good. it was a terrible waste of time, probably the reason why i still remember it. but i deserve the right to try it again. this is a good thing i am doing to myself and i must experience it.
a and g kept looking at each other, and i used that silence to silence them, if they don't have anything to say, it is decided. well, being reasonable, i couldn't silence them because they were already silent.
decisions, decisions.

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THEN10t1207

2010-12-07T18:16:00.000Z

i wish i could change the words of voltaire, but now that i heard a few, i agree with him. the rocks and the sea are the only thing that remains. and we, we are like birds, now here tomorrow there, trying to find reasons.
explanations for nothing and yet, returning to rocks and to the sea, we always can find on each day something different to explain it. this could be called a prayer. who knows? science and evolution only mean, or should only mean, more confort, happinness and increasing of life expectancy.
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gostava de mudar as palavras de voltaire, mas agora que ouvi algumas, concordo com ele.as rochas e o mar são a única coisa que perdura. e nós, nós somos como os pássaros, hoje aqui amanhã ali, procurando encontrar razões.
explicações para nada e no entanto, voltando às rochas e ao mar, podemos sempre encontrar em cada dia qualquer coisa diferente que o explique. o que pode ser uma oração. quem sabe? ciência e evolução apenas significam, ou deviam apenas significar, mais conforto, felicidade e aumento da esperança de vida.

THEN10t1023

2010-10-23T19:55:00.000+01:00

what's happening with me about focus? 20101020 is past now and i already forget it?... come on let's put feet on earth. it seems every important subject is past now. as told before, there aren't no more problems on earth. let's recall liu xiaobo: but it's not important anymore. my head is full of indexes right now: china is going up on indexes and it seems every place in the world also. so it seems it's just a matter of time. one day we are all more closely connected on wealth, education, security.
let's go back to portugal. we have been increasing our value in very high human development, happy planet and so one. so, why some people discuss about bankruptcy? some mistake in here.
20101020 is just that. a date i hope never forget to remember everyone we are in XXI century. and it means THEN is already past.
it's time to think about TEN: think environment now.
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o que me está a acontecer à atenção? 20101020 já é passado e eu esqueci-me?... tenho de pôr os pés na terra. parece que todos os temas importantes já são passado. como disse antes, já não existem mais problemas na terra. recordemos liu xiaobo: mas deixou de importante.a minha cabeça está cheia de índices neste momento: a china está a subir nos índices e parece que assim é em todos os locais da terra. portanto parece que é apenas uma questão de tempo. um dia vamos estar todos conectados em saúde, educação, segurança.
voltemos a portugal. temos vindo a aumentar o nosso valor em muito elevado desenvolvimento humano, planeta alegre e outros. portanto, qual o motivo para se discutir uma banca-rota? deve haver algum erro aqui.
20101020 é apenas isto. uma data que espero nunca esquecer para lembrar todos que estamos no século XXI. por isso THEN já faz parte do passado.
é tempo de pensar em TEN: think environment now (pensa ambiente agora).

THEN10t1016

2010-10-17T00:37:00.000+01:00

i have a concrete opinion about china, but i can't tell you. i like them. if you are chinese, i like you. but anything more than this, i can't tell you. i don't agree with so many things, even if i agree with so many, i don't expect you agree with me always, but i expect you accept my different opinion. so i like you. but i like dalai lama also. i usually like nobel prize winners. so now i have a problem. i like you, chinese people, but it seems you don't like me because i like so many people. i'm sorry for that. please give me a list of the people i am allowed to like, please. maybe that helps me help you to like me.
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tenho uma opinião concreta sobre a china, mas não posso dizer-te. eu gosto deles. se és chinês, eu gosto de ti. mas para além disto, não posso dizer-te. não concordo com tantas coisas, mesmo que acredite em outras tantas, não espero que concordes sempre comigo, mas espero que aceites a minha opinião distinta. ou seja, gosto de ti. mas também gosto do dalai lama. normalmente gosto de vencedores do prémio nobel. por isso agora tenho um problema. gosto de vocês, chineses, mas parece que não gostam de mim por eu gostar de tanta gente. peço desculpa por isso. por favor dêem-me uma lista das pessoas que estou autorizado a gostar. talvez isso me ajude a ajudar-vos a gostarem de mim.

THEN10t1009

2010-10-09T23:49:00.000+01:00

let me remind you, if you weren't aware of the greatest event of this week: art of improvisation, with @diana605, @myth60 and this friend of yours. a kind of jazzpoetrytwittermoment happened and colors were decided. @myth60 chose white for @diana605, @diana605 chose red for me, and i chose pink for @myth60. what happened? check out in here (1, 2, 3) the jazzpoetrytwittermoment of @diana605, @myth60 and mine. i appreciate your attention. have fun.
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deixem que vos informe, se não se aperceberam do evento maior desta semana: arte da improvisação, com @diana605, @myth60 e este vosso amigo. um tipo de momentojazzpoesiatwitter aconteceu e cores foram escolhidas. @myth60 escolheu branco para @diana605, @diana605 escolheu vermelho para mim, e eu escolhi rosa para @myth60. o que aconteceu? observa aqui (1, 2, 3) o momentojazzpoesiatwitter de @diana605, @myth60 e o meu. obrigado pela atenção. divirtam-se.

THEN10t1002

2010-10-02T13:51:00.000+01:00

i can't escape this week to the great subject: portuguese consumption taxes are going to increase again. simply, something that was the reason of the last government fall, something the actual said never would do and did twice.
more music: U2 are in coimbra, leiria has more than 500 artists today.
and we are about to celebrate 100 years of republic. let's see some statistics about the president. it seems up to now we are having 19 presidentes:
9 we're shaven, but from 1911 until 1951, only one
it means we don't have anyone not shaved since 1951
so, if you want to be the next president, be careful. shave yourself, not even a moustache is allowed.
now i notice... up to now, no women?
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não posso escapar esta semana a este grande assunto: as taxas ao consumo vão aumentar de novo. simplesmente, a razão que levou à última queda de governo, aquilo que este governo disse que nunca faria e fez duas vezes.
mais música: os U2 estão em coimbra e leiria tem entre portas mais de 500 artistas hoje.
e estamos a celebrar 100 anos de república. vejamos algumas estatísticas sobre o presidente. parece que até agora tivemos 19 presidentes:
9 eram barbeados, mas desde 1911 até 1951, apenas um
o que significa que nunca tivemos ninguém não barbeado desde 1951
portanto, se queres ser o próximo presidente, tem cuidado. barbeia-te, nem um bigode é permitido.
e agora reparo... até agora, nenhuma mulher?

THEN10t0925

2010-09-25T11:37:00.000+01:00

the most difficult to do when we start to write is what to say. when it's written, there's no problem about it, it's all there. but before, what kind of idea are we going to put on paper/bits? what i do: i usually think about it. i read a lot of different things and after a while i say: it's all written. what am i going to do now? zip.
life is too interesting to be wasted.
i am glad to see everyone is converging. we are converging into space. out there there's so much to be discovered, on the direction of stars and to the bottom of the sea. science, the only reason why expectancy of life as doubled. ah! ... and washing hands.
... consciousness?
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o mais difícil para fazer quando começamos a escrever é o que dizer. quando está escrito, não há qualquer problema, está ali. mas antes, que ideia vamos pôr no papel/bits? o que eu faço: normalmente penso nisso. leio algumas coisas diferentes e depois digo: está tudo escrito. o que vou fazer agora? zip.
a vida é demasiado interessante para ser desperdiçada.
estou satisfeito por ver que todos estão a convergir. nós convergimos para o espaço. lá fora há muito para ser descoberto, na direcção das estrelas e no fundo do mar. ciência, a única razão pela qual a esperança de vida dobrou. ah! ... e lavar as mãos.
... consciência?

THEN10t0918

2010-09-19T00:07:00.002+01:00

for some reason, sometimes leiria is mentioned in here. the castle is a favorite issue and one of the most beautiful of the world. but if you are a foreigner who comes to portugal in a rush, s. jorge castle is a must. i mean, obviously, if the one in leiria is to far away and you don't have time enough to go there.
there are several differences, but the most important is: leiria is still undiscovered. lisbon, once al-uxbuna, has a beautiful castle prepared to receive everybody. specially prepared for the traveller, there you can have probably one of the most amazing views. probably the second one. you know which is the first.
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por alguma razão, por vezes leiria é mencionada aqui. o castelo é um assunto favorito e um dos mais bonitos do mundo. mas se és forasteiro que chega a portugal com pressa, o castelo de s. jorge é obrigatório. quero dizer, obviamente, se o de leiria fica demasiado longe e não tens tempo para lá passar.
existem diversas diferenças, mas a mais importante é: leiria ainda está por descobrir. lisboa, em tempos al-uxbuna, te um maravilhoso castelo preparado para receber todos. especialmente preparado para o viajante, aí tens provavelmente uma das mais impressionantes vistas. provavelmente a segunda. tu sabes qual é a primeira.

THEN10t0911

2010-09-11T23:57:00.002+01:00

not knowing exactly what to write today, why use words when a beautiful description is made by Diana.
we all need to remember enough to forget.
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não sabendo o que escrever hoje, para quê usar palavras quando uma bonita descrição é feita por Diana.
todos precisamos de recordar o suficiente para esquecer.
tradução do texto de Diana:
"
Then
Eu vivo numa pequena cidade periférica de uma grande cidade. Numa bonita tarde de sábado é usual ver a minha cidade fervilhando de actividade. Mas não hoje. à medida que eu caminhava pelas ruas, a cidade parecia deserta. Sombria. Bandeiras esvoaçando. Sossegada. Sim viam-se pessoas, mas nem sorrisos nem doces cumprimentos. Estariam todos a recordar hoje o medo ou o desânimo ou ambos?
Passeei pelo trilho perto da minha cassa, completei a minha corrida e sentei-me junto ao rio para me refrescar um pouco. Fechei os olhos e senti-me puxada para aquele dia, como se algo me tivesse agarrado pela camisa e me tivesse transportado no tempo. Vi-me em frente a um escritório onde um grupo de pessoas via televisão, parado no tempo. Lembro-me que depois de sermos enviados para casa do trabalho, o único espaço onde eu queria estar era na casa dos meus pais. A casa segura.
Como éramos arrogantes nessa altura, pensando que estes eventos nunca iriam ocorrer, quem diria, não era possible. Mas eram outros tempos. Agora, lição aprendida, é possível voltar a sonhar. Olho agora para o amanhã. Sair pela porta, passear pelas ruas e sentir vida nessas ruas de novo. Como me sinto afortunada por ter esta segunda chance."

THEN10t0828

2010-08-28T08:46:00.002+01:00

shine, shine, shine. i could tell you who cast these words through the walls of the castle, stimulating the echoes and the ears of the walls and of those who decided to join the castle, from all corners of the world, so we might find each other in the corners of the castle.
i could tell you but i will not go into details that blend subtle vocal qualities and lacy clothing monochrome inspiring.
i will not tell you because it has passed and in the memories stays the idea that there is no price to pay the nostalgia of seeing a unique castle, alive again.
a castle where we can be lost, not in corners or on companies or on the rocks in some places mixed with cement. lost ourselves in time and landscape, we remain at the window over the city, and being kings and poets, we distinguish what comes to us from outside and inside.
leiria. always there, the soul of the castle.
and we, there in the castle, the soul of leiria.
thanks, fade in, i don't know if who was there was gothic or not, or what songs were played, but the idea is just that, the idea that always remains.
today there is more. then we wait for the ENTREMURALHAS of the next year.
---
shine, shine, shine. podia dizer-te quem lançou estas palavras contra as paredes do castelo, estimulando os ecos e os ouvidos das paredes e daqueles que decidiram juntar-se ao castelo, vindos de todos os cantos do mundo, e assim nos pudemos encontrar nos recantos do castelo.
podia dizer-te mas não vou entrar em detalhes subtis que misturam qualidades vocais e rendilhados de roupas monocromáticas inspiradoras.
não vou dizer-te porque já passou e das memórias fica a ideia de que não há preço que pague a nostalgia de ver um castelo único, vivo de novo.
um castelo onde nos podemos perder, não é nos recantos nem nas companhias nem nas pedras que em alguns pontos se misturam com o cimento. perdemo-nos no tempo e na paisagem, ficamos ali, à janela sobre a cidade, e sendo reis e poetas, distinguimos o que nos chega de fora e de dentro.
leiria. sempre ali, a alma do castelo.
e nós ali, no castelo, a alma de leiria.
obrigado, fade in, em não sei se quem lá esteve era gótico ou não, nem as músicas que se tocaram, mas a ideia é isso mesmo, a ideia que sempre permanece.
hoje há mais. depois, ficamos à espera do ENTREMURALHAS do próximo ano.

THEN10t0821

2010-08-26T19:06:00.002+01:00

reminder: ENTREMURALHAS happens tomorrow in Leiria.
during a conversation with a friend, fernando pessoa was discussed and something obvious to who checked his past (what i never did) he soon wrote in english while living in South Africa, and one of his oldest heteronyms is Alexander Search. So, it seems easy to find english books of this great writer.
Just to approach a little more, I am going to give you a random poetry of an english book from Alexander Search i have with me now:

i asked an automaton
what are you?
but he being a (...) machine
answered not

i asked another one
what are you It replied
a being great full of power
to whom nought is denied

the mechanism did fall
from the mind order it kept
& said no more at all
i found this funny and wept
---
nota: ENTREMURALHAS amanhã em leiria.
durante uma conversação com um amigo, fernando pessoa foi discuto e o que era óbvio para quem verificou o seu passado (o que eu nunca fiz) cedo ele escreveu em inglês enquanto vivia na áfrica do sul, e um dos seus heterónimos mais antigos é Alexander Search. Por isso, deve ser fácil encontrar livros em inglês deste grande escritor.
apenas para aproximar um pouco, coloco aqui uma poesia aleatória dum livro inglês de Alexander Search que tenho comigo agora:
perguntei a um autómato
tu o que és afinal?
mas ele, máquina sendo,
não me deu qualquer sinal.

perguntei depois a outro:
o que és? fui informado
que um ser grande e poderoso
a quem nada é recusado.

o mecanismo caiu
da mente que o regulava
e nada mais se lhe ouviu.
Cómico achando, eu chorava.

THEN10t0814

2010-08-15T23:53:00.002+01:00

it was a summer evening of 26 july 2009, it was a sunday like it is today. but today, some days of august are part of the past now, it seems i somehow forgot the anniversary of this blog. and yet, so simple it was when started.
a year has passed and i am grateful for this year and for the people and avatars i met. who knows me well, knows i am always grateful to see the years go by. life is too short to not be fully taken, and yet, it's interesting to see politics use the expression "atomic bomb" when talking about a government fall proposed by the president.
let's recall gravity. crisis, crisis.
gravity.
anyone believes a government fall is by any means like an atomic bomb?
and i am the poet...
---
era uma tarde de verão de 26 de julho de 2009, domingo como hoje. mas hoje, alguns dias de agosto já fazem parte do passado, parece que me esqueci do aniversário deste blog. e no entanto, era tão simples quando começou.
um ano passou e estou grato por este ano e pelas pessoas e avatares que conheci. quem me conhece bem, sabe que estou sempre grato por ver passar os anos. a vida é pequena de mais para não ser completamente aproveitada, e no entanto, é interessante ver políticos usarem a expressão "bomba atómica" quando falam sobre uma queda de governo proposta pelo presidente.
vamos recordar gravidade. crise, crise.
gravidade.
alguém acredita que uma queda de governo é de algum modo parecida com uma bomba atómica?
e eu é que sou o poeta...

THEN10t0807

2010-08-07T23:46:00.002+01:00

my friends, today i don't really have nothing to say, but...
good weekend and have a good time!
does it say everything?
---
meus amigos, hoje não tenho realmente nada para dizer, mas...
bom fim de semana e tenham bons momentos!
isto diz tudo?

THEN10t0724

2010-07-25T23:56:00.003+01:00

this week, a week after being absent on a weekly written page, expecting you accept my apologies, i am writing again, and trying to make a long story short, equatorial guinea wishes to adhere to the cplp (community of countries of portuguese language), and, remembering nelson mandela and cavaco silva, barack obama and josé saramago, equatorial guinea, the only spanish language african country, particularly known for many not so good things, decides to join officially the portuguese language, the official language for freedom of speech and global human evolution. congratulations, equatorial guinea, discover portuguese now to be a human rights leader in the near future.
---
esta semana, uma semana após a ausência nesta página semanal, esperando que aceites as minhas desculpas, escrevo de novo, e procurando tornar curta uma longa história, a guiné equatorial pretende aderir à cplp (comunidade de países de língua portuguesa), e, lembrando nelson mandela e cavaco silva, barack obama e josé saramago, a guiné equatorial, o único país africano de língua espanhola, particularmente conhecido por muitas coisas não propriamente boas, decide juntar-se oficialmente à língua portuguesa, a linguagem oficial para a liberdade de expressão e evolução global humana. parabéns, guiné equatorial, descobre o português agora para seres líder dos direitos humanos no futuro próximo.

THEN10t0710

2010-07-11T01:29:00.002+01:00

it's not 10, probably not. or it is. let's just imagine i am american today. it's 10. yes it is... it's still 10. so there's nothing wrong about it, i am still writing today. on 10.
last week i used this blog to speak of soccer... football... soccer... well if i am still american... the only way i have to write right now on 10, i must have been speaking of soccer.
and spain is going to win or not ... it's been a terrible experience to make prognostics well not exactly considering they've been all correct... made after the game? are you sure?
let's talk about things that matter. ok. don't you mind waiting for next week? i'm in a rush to finish it before it's 11 on america!
---
não é 10, provavelmente não. ou é. vamos apenas imaginar hoje que sou americano. é 10. sim, é... ainda é 10. portanto não há nada de errado. ainda estou a escrever hoje. a 10.
a semana passada usei este blog para falar de futebol... futebol americano... futebol... bem se ainda sou americano... sendo a única forma que tenho agora de escrever a 10, devo estar a falar de futebol (ou seja, estas trocas só se aplicam mesmo no inglês!).
e a espanha vai vencer ou não... tem sido uma péssima experiência fazer prognósticos bem não exactamente considerando que todos foram correctos... depois do jogo? tens a certeza?
vamos falar de coisas que interessam. ok. não te importas de esperar pela próxima semana? estou com pressa de terminar antes que seja 11 na américa!

THEN10t0703

2010-07-03T10:59:00.003+01:00

last week, a final between portugal and brasil was predicted and it happened… on the day before. i never miss my predictions.
players of both teams became bored after the best game of the year and decided to ease life to the other teams.
after all, portugal and brasil together already sum five worldcup victories. it’s time to let the other teams win something on the field.
and speaking of field, on the second game, portugal got distracted and as usual world champion of roller hockey, started to score with the same frequency.
ah! my opinion about the best goal up to now? easy! the second one of england against germany. the best goal ever, perfect, never seen.

a semana passada, uma final entre portugal e brasil foi prevista e aconteceu… no dia anterior. eu nunca falho as minhas previsões.
os jogadores de ambas as equipas ficaram aborrecidos depois de jogarem o melhor jogo do ano e decidiram facilitar a vida às outras equipas.
afinal, portugal e brasil juntos somam já cinco vitórias em competições mundiais. é tempo de deixar outras equipas ganharem alguma coisa no campo.
e por falar em campo, no segundo jogo, portugal distraiu-se e como é habitual campeão mundial de hóquei em patins, começou a marcar com a mesma frequência.
ah! a minha opinião sobre o melhor golo até agora? fácil! O segundo da inglaterra contra a alemanha. o melhor golo de sempre, perfeito, nunca visto.

THEN10t0626

2010-06-26T14:34:00.002+01:00

it's been 21 days since the last post. and 21 was the day of the first 7. maybe it's not a good moment to speak of soccer, but after all soccer is a subject as good as others. a world subject, reason of discussions but also of great passions.
and we are still on the peace month, perpetually peaceful we hope.
and portugal keeps it's feeling... let's see... let's believe...
a final between portugal and brasil
---
passaram 21 dias desde a última mensagem. e foi no dia 26 que surgiu o primeiro 7. talvez não seja um bom momento para falar de futebol, mas afinal o futebol é um tema tão bom como os outros. um assunto mundial, motivo de discussões e também das maiores paixões.
e nós continuamos no mês da paz, perpetuamente pacíficos esperamos.
e portugal mantém o seu feeling... vamos ver... vamos acreditar...
uma final entre portugal e brasil

THEN10t0605

2010-06-06T20:26:00.002+01:00

june is the international peace month. there's no reason at all to not consider possible to extend june for an unlimited period of time. no reason is good enough to break peace again.
---
junho é o mês internacional da paz. não há qualquer razão para não considerar possível estender junho para um período ilimitado de tempo. nenhuma razão é suficientemente boa para quebrar a paz de novo.

THEN10t0529

2010-05-29T21:56:00.003+01:00

this week i want to share with you two different ideas coming from the same topic. space discovery.
this week news came from japanese trying to explore the moon with robots. americans prefer to do it with humans.
so, who do you think is going first and is capable of being there permanently?
---
esta semana partilho duas ideias distintas que partem do mesmo tópico. descoberta do espaço.
esta semana surgiram notícias dos japoneses a tentarem explorar a lua com robots. os americanos preferem fazê-lo com humanos.
quem pensas que irá primeiro e é capaz de se manter no espaço permanentemente?

THEN10t0522

2010-05-22T22:37:00.002+01:00

all reasons are good to remember an important species on the edge of extinction. the tuatara, one of the few living dinosaurs.
---
todas as razões são boas para recordar uma importante espécie em vias de extinção. o tuatara, um dos poucos dinossauros vivos.

THEN10t0515

2010-05-16T23:57:00.002+01:00

this week, the pope was in portugal, the taxes were increased and salaries decreased. and soccer (in portuguese is called football) is ending the season.
the oil keeps being thrown to the water.
everything is happening on the same time.
and still we have the volcano.
what path should i follow, which is the most important?
the oil keeps being thrown to the water.
do you have the solution?
go to deepwaterhorizonresponse

THEN10t0508

2010-05-08T18:10:00.002+01:00

words words words words words words words words
today is simply not the day
for words
wordless
not because words are missing nope words aren't missing
it's the moment the opportunity so much happening
people dying
people living in bad conditions
and what can a heart do
there's THEN - think of humanity and environment now
but
words words words words words words words words
today is simply not the day
for words
wordless
but i'm hearing music today. and today it is a very good day to hear music.
not too much, just a while.
thinking time.

THEN10t0501en

2010-05-01T20:20:00.002+01:00

it's curious to go back in time and see everything already written until now.
so many directions, sometimes some focus.
and on a day when another disaster happened with oil going to sea, Maurício gives us another good video.
The explanation behind it, only him can give.
But to me, the focus is, again, on the careless way humans dispose of nature.
Everything is possible, if, always with conscience.
THEN.

THEN10t0424en

2010-04-24T17:08:00.002+01:00

this is not the day to be spontaneous.
it is just not the day.
this week - 2 days ago - we celebrated earth day.
earth day.
today we celebrate 20 years of hubble.
earth day.
and there's still a date in the future.
what future?
of earth or of humans?
and there's still a date in the future.
time.
tic tac tic tac.
we're all busy doing the right things.
that's right.
we're all busy doing the right things we must do.
are we?
production - consumption
living around business.
with religion, religious fights.
without religion, we are just another animal species on the edge of extinction.
why can't different religions find their connection point?
it's not a religion problem. it is a problem of religious people.
ah! speaking of countries. there's still any around? what lines are you drawing on the world surface?

THEN10t0418en

2010-04-18T23:59:00.002+01:00

this text was supposed to be written on 17.
somehow it was started at 23h59 of 18.
it's not too late. it's not too soon.
it's late enough to me, because i thought i was going to write it on 17.
and exactly when i started to write, i didn't know nothing about what to say.
all i had in mind was the need to write.
a calendar.
an agenda. made by myself, to myself.
something to do, without a reason.
and you know: a week is over.
another week is over.
a strange feeling to know the world is expecting no words.
just a vulcan, a simple moment of expression the planet earth has to tell us all how simple life is.
it seems there is no harm to no one.
just earth talking to us.
just a little... big speech.

THEN10t0410en

2010-04-10T20:32:00.003+01:00

i must warn you before you start reading: when i started writing i was trying to make a nojoke. but i wrote two nojokes and now that the moment comes to start writing... i don't feel in the mood to write language preciosisms. in fact, i always return to the point that i like to write about nothing... but i am not trying to bore you. i am just writing what i appreciate to write. and today i write about the fact i returned to cleaning words and words and more words i don't think i ever publish and are just occupying my space.
and that reminds me of my working desk. i always assure you i come here and never fail the ounctuality of the blog.
well, all i am doing here is being punctual.
but it is already something, isn't it?
you know you can ask dor a subject you prefer, right?
but then you need to know what purpose this site has.
none. or if there is one, about an evidence: about how plastic is good for human life improvement.
how plastic is good for environment.
if you don't like the subject, it can be another one. the decision is yours.
maybe some thecnical subject.
whatever.
good weekend.
have a nice day.

THEN10t0403en

2010-04-03T13:14:00.002+01:00

this week i am not saying anything in here. all i have to say is that i am going to say something next week. there's a chance i am going to say exactly the same thing that i am saying today, but there is also the possibility it's going to be something completely different.
and most important this week is the fact we are in easter time, so
HAVE A HAPPY EASTER

THEN10t0327en

2010-03-27T12:20:00.002Z

today is the day to write this weekly blog. and a weekly blog gives opportunity to the most important news of the week. i don't know if you have noticed but this week a new boat started its journey.
so, i am not going to explore the words too much. i invite you to explore this boat:
the plastiki "discover more about the plastiki, a boat made of 12.000 plastic bottles".
it's never too late to remember: it's not plastic what's endangering the world. it's what humans do with what humans consider garbage and what humans do with its garbage.

THEN10t0320en

2010-03-20T11:22:00.002Z

this week i heard a lot about family. everybody has something to say about that, maybe because yesterday way father day.
it was another day, like so many others, like christmas, like woman day, like mother day, like children day, and i've heard talk so much about families the entire week i felt i had something to say about it too.
let me tell you what i think about family INDUSTRY...
...
i can't say that?
...
but isn't it what everybody is talking about?
the perfect father, the perfect son, the perfect you, the perfect me.
every family is made of industry photographic moment: before other brands come, we all heard to talk about kodak moments.
so, isn't it what we all have been hearing the entire week?
let me tell you something about family: i don't know anyone perfect, that's exactly what's beautiful on that.
the perfect family is just the beginning of the family industry...
...
ah! i can't say that?
...
so let's go back to poetry day today. happy poetry day!

THEN10t0313en

2010-03-13T22:33:00.002Z

so a week has gone since i decided to be human.
well, you may think it's easy.
of course you think so, you are human, aren't you?
but i am not.
so just the thought of it gives me a headache. ok, no headache of course, i need a head for that.
but a week has gone.
an entirely week.
my first week as human.
and you may have not noticed, but i missed two days.
hhhmmm... that's a human characteristic i've heard about.
but if you've not noticed, great. here i am again to tell you i'm still human for another week.
next week i have great news about being human.
ok, something you know all about and i don't know anything, right?
but i'm learning, yep, i'm learning.
so stay tuned until next week.
i may be or may not be around

THEN10t0306en

2010-03-06T17:03:00.002Z

compressing, compressing, and ... compressing.
a lot of decisions made and i am sharing them with you.
but what should i share that is going to help you?
this avatar idea is not very good.
maybe it's time to forget it and pretend to be human.
hey! i can do that.
i can be an avatar faking to be human.
that one is easy.
ah! ah! you never thought of that one!
well, neither did i.
ok, let me try this one: at least for a week.
so...
i have nothing else to say.
you know... i am human, i have a lot to do. i can't stay here.
see you

THEN10t0227en

2010-02-27T19:12:00.002Z

today, i wrote a letter to mr.obama.
about giving him my help if he needs it.
then i erased it.
and wrote a letter to mr.hacker.
then i erased it.
and i decided to write a letter to you.
then i erased also.
and it was probably the best decision, to erase them all.
there are a lot of letters and stories to erase. we all need to restart our stories with convergence.
and thinking of a good government, i challenge you to find out a better way to decide a governor than the one used to choose the pope.

THEN10t0220en

2010-02-21T19:07:00.002Z

there are two
hundred
million
blogs
around the world
and noone reads them all
all you do is your choice
freedom
freedom
freedom of speech

THEN10t0213en

2010-02-14T01:34:00.003Z

i saw you yesterday and you looked me in the eyes.
you said: i say.
and i heard you.
and thought about what you said.
perhaps you read these lines and think that i speak to you.
or not.
you may not read these lines.
or reading, you may not realize they speak of you.
you said artists always die in misery.
and i think, was that really what you said?
or otherwise you said, or added: the artists live and die in misery.
whatever you say, that was the purpose.
i do not know if this is so. but art can take different forms.
and artists - in all its different aspects - there are also some on favorable economic conditions or very favorable.
or else: we talk about art independently of costs associated to it, before it reaches the emotion you get is the art course that makes up for that.
and you say: and i say: certain subjects, no matter how much times they are refered, to whom do they interested?

THEN10t0206en

2010-02-06T18:14:00.001Z

this week came an issue that deserves attention, perhaps because it was so reported. one of those political issues that deserve attention because it is politic.
Obama thought about a visit to Dalai Lama. or vice versa.
or not.
apparently the chinese government opposed.
or not.
but one thing is certain: all those who participated in twitter did not see any drawback on the meeting.
but as asked for a friend on twitter, for what purpose would be held this event?
well, a lunch in a different place is always welcome. the question is whether the Dalai Lama makes a point of eating at McDonald's, which would be terrible for Obama, who is tired of burgers. or if Obama wants to find some peace in Tibet, forcing Dalai Lama to keep their broths.
and i'm sure we all agree with the chinese government: on one side or the other of the world, the important thing to do is lunch. and there's no better way to become a guest than by expressing their displeasure.

THEN10t0130en

2010-01-30T19:49:00.002Z

this week the french flag was mentioned. thanks to Lubzi for bringing the subject on during a great discussion about global decisions.
égalité, liberté, fraternité
subjects somehow forgotten.
because they are incompatible.
humans want égalité. politics agree on liberté. religious choose fraternité.

THEN10t0124en

2010-01-24T10:01:00.002Z

as it is, here i am to turn the page. what to do. what to tell.
we should be chaos enthousiastic where chaos improves life.
that means two things:
- how can chaos be a good thing
- what should be called life improvement
scientific studies may help develop both ideas

several areas of concern exist, are we dinamically developing the most important ones?

concerning life improvement, everyone has a strong own idea of the meaning.
concerning chaos, not so many consider an area to develop. and yet, developing chaos allows development of life conditions.

several areas of concern exist, are we dinamically developing the most important ones?

THEN10t0116en

2010-01-16T12:08:00.002Z

here we are on the worst day of the week, the one i am in need of doing something here, to accomplish my weekly task.
on lerrnst everything goes faster, a few words maybe without sense, but they follow a feeling, aword, an image, someone, nothing, everything.
dxz9 comes and goes. can you define dxz9? i can't. Diana says, with it's beautiful way of always looking the bright side of things, i wish i could see into your head. so i wish. maybe we can find a way to create a wishful universal thinking, and twitter is an interesting effort to do that, the mechanisms are there, maybe training brings the conditions for a future chaotic yet convergent thinking. Maurício, another kind twitter friend would say something about poetry and randomness. my best and profound thinkings are there ... if not on lerrnst ...
and hei am in need to find something technical or scientific to tell.so today is a very good day to explain how it's going to be the plan until 20 10 10 20.
next week i am going to say something different about THEN.
mission accomplished for today.
thank you for reading.

THEN10t0109en

2010-01-09T23:18:00.002Z

...
it's twenty ten. a new year.
and that's all.
what can i say?
what can we say?

what can we think about THEN... more than we used to think before?

THEN ... Think of Humanity & Environment Now

why now? what's going on? why not always?

what can we do?

maybe we all think too much about that.

when is it supposed to practice our thoughts more often? maybe it's not the question of who's doing the good or the bad things. it's just more than time to stop complaining. it's probably not only a question of reducing the water we use to brush our teeth.

we can do little things. little great things. little big things.

and we can make believe that there is an option. just think of it. who can do it?

THEN ... Think of Humanity & Environment Now
...

THEN10t0102en

2010-01-02T20:25:00.003Z

it's 2010. a new year.
and that's all.
what can i say?
wht can we say?

what can we think about THEN... more than we used to think before?

THEN ... Think of Humanity & Environment Now

why now? what's going on? why not always?

what can we do?

maybe we all think too much about that.

when is it supposed to practice our thoughts more often? maybe it's not the question of who's doing the good or the bad things. it's just more than time to stop complaining. it's probably not only a question of reducing the water we use to brush our teeth.

we can do little things. little great things. little big things.

and we can make believe that there is an option. just think of it. who can do it?

THEN ... Think of Humanity & Environment Now

p09t1226en

2009-12-26T18:41:00.002Z

... and for a moment, i followed my first impulse and translated a story from another person and after publishing i said:
- hey! it should be a story about christmas...
with the feeling of having made the worst thing in the world, i looked back to the last stories and after all it was in here, in this blog, i decided to write about christmas.
well, here i am to talk about christmas.
but christmas is over.
or not? after all, all days are christmas days.
and we should have a moral in every story?
maybe it's not needed. after all it's christmas.
or it was.
christmas is over, so why should i speak about christmas?
i am going to tell you something about christmas next year, so...
stay tuned.
now let's wait for next week. i am going to tell you something about new year, and now i'm sure when i am writing about next year, we are going to be in the next year.
how's that possible?
i don't know.
let me figure out something until next week.
be happy.
the last day of this year is going to have a night. and that night is going to have a moon. and what? it's going to be the brightest and beautiful full moon you can find in 2009. at least from now.

p09t1219en

2009-12-19T23:40:00.002Z

seems like yesterday, but a week's gone and no reaction to provocation. or you realized or not. or you care or not. no problem. since you are ok.
the world, or their inhabitants, communicate in very different ways, which can even be considered good as the comparison of the differences build social and cultural ties.
somehow can be regarded as a language focused on comparative measures, probably more technical than social but not necessarily less social, is one that uses mathematical terms.
we are entering the field of science.
and when we speak of absolute values, whether or farhenheit degrees or centigrades, meters or inches, they all can result in the other and vice versa, according to the formulas of transformation that define them and link them in their differences and similarities.
but there is an absolute value that is widely used and perhaps that is often used incorrectly. you know perhaps the difference, but i've been wrong for a long time until i was well informed... and i can now tell you clearly to give you the opportunity to say to me: look! long ago that i know that!
specifically that: the billions, a number eventually more used in the financial markets, is used in many different situations with a subtle difference in zeros.
take the case of the inhabitants of the earth. when speaking of china, it is estimated that they are roughly a thousand million. let us stick to a thousand million.
help me, if you can confirm or deny this information. in other countries, i don't imagine what the meaning of billion, but i can tell you what a billion is in portugal:
one billion is a million of millions, i mean, when exhausted the units by the million, created the billion.
therefore, a thousand millions is a thousand millions. one billion is a million of millions.
and you say: i spent a week waiting for this?
and i say: do we agree or am i wrong?
and you say: and does it matter for what?
and i say: i do not know, but it was good that the billion was equal for all anywhere in the world
and you say: and now i'm waiting for what subject until next week?
and i say: thank you if you do not mind waiting. let me see. can be about christmas?
and you say: and why about christmas?
and i say: have you noticed that next saturday is christmas day?
and you say: you have already noticed, stop kidding with me
and i say: i am not kidding with you. merry christmas
and you say: ...

p09t1219pt

2009-12-19T18:16:00.002Z

parece que foi ontem, mas já passou uma semana e não reagiste à provocação. ou percebeste ou não. ou te interessa ou não. não interessa. desde que estejas bem.
o mundo, ou quem o habita, comunica das formas mais variadas, o que até pode considerar-se bom na medida em que a confrontação das divergências estreita laços sociais e culturais.
de algum modo pode considerar-se que uma linguagem focada em medidas comparativas, provavelmente mais técnica que social mas não obrigatoriamente menos social, é aquela que usa termos matemáticos.
entramos no domínio científico.
e quando falamos de valores absolutos, sejam eles graus centígrados ou farhenheit, metros ou polegadas, todos eles se podem traduzir nos outros e vice-versa, de acordo com as fórmulas de transformação que os definem e os interligam nas suas diferenças e semelhanças.
mas existe um valor absoluto que é muito usado e talvez por isso é usado muitas vezes erradamente. talvez saibas bem a diferença, mas eu andava errado há muito tempo até que fui devidamente informado e agora posso dizer-te claramente para te dar a oportunidade de me dizeres: olha! há muito tempo que eu sei disso!
concretizando: os biliões, aquele número que até é mais usado eventualmente nos mercados financeiros, usa-se em várias situações distintas com uma subtil diferença de zeros.
vejamos o caso dos habitantes da terra. quando se fala da china, estima-se grosseiramente que tem mil milhões de habitantes. fixemo-nos nos mil milhões.
ajuda-me, se consegues confirmar ou desmentir esta informação. nos outros países, não imagino qual o significado de bilião, mas posso dizer-te o que é um bilião em portugal:
um bilião é um milhão de milhões, ou seja, quando esgotamos as unidades até ao milhão, criamos o bilião.
por isso, mil milhões são mil milhões. um bilião é um milhão de milhões.
e tu dizes: passei uma semana à espera disto?
e eu digo: estamos de acordo ou estou enganado?
e tu dizes: e isso interessa para quê?
e eu digo: não sei, mas era bom que o bilião fosse igual para todos em qualquer parte do mundo
e tu dizes: e agora, fico à espera de que assunto até à próxima semana?
e eu digo: obrigado se não te importas de esperar. deixa-me ver. pode ser sobre o natal?
e tu dizes: e porquê sobre o natal?
e eu digo: já reparaste que o próximo sábado é dia de natal?
e tu dizes: claro que já reparei, pára de gozar comigo
e eu digo: não estou a gozar contigo. feliz natal
e tu dizes: ...

p09t1212en

2009-12-12T14:14:00.002Z

today is the day tostart enumerating this blog. all titles are usually made up of characters, which probably makes them easier to read. however, little by little i came to the conclusion that a title does not reflect the content of the text ... and there are a number of other aspects that i could also describe to defend it but this is not the goal on this actual moment.
in fact, what makes me to enumerate the titles is that i like numbers. could even be sequential sets of letters, but that would be fooling myself and you, an alphanumeric sequence continues to be a number, a broad range of figures for the whole package of basic mathematical numbers commonly called the decimal system.
if i am wrong, please tell me.
you can analyze the numerical sequence in lerrnst avatar, with a daily circulation, let's say that just by thinking on the infinity which means daily circulation until the end of life and i'm already tired. let me put a little note here: there is no rule without exception. ok, now that i've authorized myself, to have some exceptions to the lifetime, i have peace of mind.
well, and you can follow lerrnst dxz9. also put up with descriptive titles until last week, but a numerical title simplifies the launch of new titles. i'm not clinging to the title, incidentally, was essentially why i did not write so often. i used to stay there looking at the white screen, all white, and now what title do i write? therefore could not pass this point.
solved this problem now is simple. just write.
and as i talk about numbers, next week i am going to explain to you what you already know but i do not know, so i hope in between or next week you tell me why the americans and the portuguese do not understand about the billions subject.

p09t1212pt

2009-12-12T10:16:00.002Z

dia de enumerar este blog. todos os títulos costumam ser compostos de caracteres, o que provavelmente facilita a leitura. no entanto, a pouco e pouco vou chegando à conclusão que um título não espelha o teor do texto... e existem uma série de outros aspectos que também podia descrever mas o objectivo não é esse.
de facto, o que me leva a enumerar os títulos é o facto de gostar de números. até podiam ser conjuntos sequenciais de letras, mas isso seria enganar-me a mim mesmo e a vós, uma sequência alfanumérica continua a ser um número, num conjunto alargado de números relativamente ao conjunto básico do pacote de números matemáticos vulgarmente denominado sistema decimal.
se estiver enganado, por favor, avisa.
podes analisar a sequência numérica em lerrnst avatar, com tiragem diária, digamos que só de pensar no infinito que significa dizer tiragem diária até ao fim da vida, já estou cansado. deixa-me pôr aqui uma pequena nota: não há regra sem excepção. ok, agora que já me autorizei a mim mesmo, ter algumas excepções ao longo da vida, já posso ficar mais descansado.
bem, e podes seguir lerrnst dxz9. também se aguentou com títulos descritivos até à semana passada, mas um título numérico simplifica o lançamento de novos títulos. não fico agarrado ao título, aliás, era essencialmente por isso que não escrevia. ficava ali a olhar para o ecran branco, tudo branco, e agora escrevo o quê no título? pois, não conseguia passar deste ponto.
resolvido este problema, agora é simples. basta escrever.
e já que falo de números, na próxima semana vou explicar-te aquilo que já sabes mas eu não sei, por isso espero que ou entretanto ou na próxima semana me expliques porque motivo os americanos e os portugueses não se entendem quanto aos biliões.

customization

2009-10-04T15:43:00.003+01:00

it is amazing how time flies. as time has wings in the binary world. especially on Twitter, where the reality of our size is more consistent. perhaps because here we are keeping sheltered from such reality, the illusion that we all quietly feel that the door is completely open to our most deeply helpless soul.
that's why yesterday was a different day: the time of leisure that we can enjoy, this friend of yours sang the songs of disney singstar on the playstation 2, two sets of PES2009, and the evening was to be watching the movie "the hours". in the company of family and friends.
so is the world.
a mad meaningless rush whose context will be built dynamically as we want and can.
thanks for accompanying me in creating new moments.

personalização

2009-10-04T10:03:00.002+01:00

é impressionante como o tempo voa. como o tempo tem asas neste mundo informático. sobretudo no twitter, onde a realidade da nossa dimensão é mais consistente. talvez porque aqui nos vamos mantendo abrigados da dita realidade, a ilusão que todos sentimos aos poucos e que é a porta completamente aberta da nossa alma mais desprotegida.
é por isso que ontem foi um dia diferente: no tempo de lazer que podemos disfrutar, este teu amigo cantou as músicas da disney no singstar da playstation 2, dois jogos de PES2009, e o serão foi passado a assistir o filme "as horas". na companhia da família e dos amigos.
é assim o mundo.
uma louca corrida sem sentido cujo contexto se vai dinamicamente construindo conforme desejamos e podemos.
obrigado por me acompanhares na criação de novos momentos.

new blog

2009-09-13T21:49:00.003+01:00

it was August 9, i mean already spent more than 1 month since I promised to launch a new blog. called ... surprise: lerrnst. yes, I know, it's really original. I hope you like it. simple, but step by step gaining strength. letter by letter, new day, new letter. in blogger lerrnst. comments are welcome.

novo blog

2009-09-13T21:46:00.004+01:00

pois é, foi dia 9 de agosto, ou seja já passou mais de 1 mês desde que prometi lançar um novo blog. que se chama... surpresa: lerrnst. pois. eu sei que é original. espero que gostes. simples, mas pouco a pouco vai ganhando força. letra a letra, novo dia, nova letra. em blogger lerrnst. agradecem-se comentários.

HSci-f (english)

2009-09-09T22:14:00.005+01:00

some days come that way, a message comes after another and when we least expect it, we are stuck thinking on something we can't drop. exactly what happened to me: among other things, I was thinking how to solve that problem that ultimately was not a problem because doesn't exist a solution.
Let's start for the beginning: I say that science is the study of nature, so that real scientists can never forget nature.
and someone that could be you say, between so many scientists, who is real?
all are or can be scientists. like everything in life, it's an option: a logical sequence of a sum of factors.
and how to recognize this potential?
has emerged HSCI-f = v1*READ + v2*SCHOOL_SUCESS + v3*CURIOUS + ... + vn * PERSISTENT
as we add parameters, we are faced with a multitude of variables whose relevance becomes infinitesimal. can form various possible set of macroeconomic variables, but my bet goes to:
HSCI-f = c1*AGE + c2*DNA + c3*LUCK
age represents the experience acquired through success and failure.
dna represents the intrinsic characteristics of the individual, such as enjoy reading.
luck is the external characteristics, particularly in reading, to have the opportunity to read, to have the opportunity to browse through books, to have a proper atmosphere to reading, do not see the wrong friend on the right time, etc.
No more guesswork. there are many details that can be addressed, but for now is enough. on this subject, as for many others, send your comment to create interaction on the subject.
and remember: this is not a thesis. all 800 pages i wrote about this are now at garbage :-)

HSci-f (PT)

2009-09-08T22:27:00.005+01:00

há dias assim, uma mensagem vem atrás da outra e quando menos esperamos, ficamos entalados num pensamento que não nos larga. foi o que me aconteceu: entre outras coisas, fui pensando como resolver aquele problema que afinal não era problema porque não tinha solução.
comecemos pelo princípio: eu digo que ciência é o estudo da natureza, pelo que os verdadeiros cientistas nunca podem esquecer a natureza.
e alguém que podias ser tu diz: no meio de tantos cientistas, como saber quem é verdadeiro?
todos somos ou podemos ser cientistas. como em tudo na vida, é uma opção: uma sequência lógica de um somatório de factores.
e como reconhecer esse potencial?
foi assim que surgiu Hsci-f = v1*LER + v2*SUCESSO_ESCOLAR + v3*CURIOSO + ... + Vn*PERSISTENTE
à medida que acrescentamos parâmetros, confrontamo-nos com uma infinidade de variáveis cuja relevância se torna infinitésima. podemos formar vários conjunto possíveis de macro-variáveis, mas a minha aposta vai para:
HSci-f = c1*IDADE + c2*ADN + c3*SORTE
idade representa a experiência que se adquire com os sucessos e insucessos.
adn representa as características intrínsecas do indivíduo, como por exemplo apreciar a leitura.
sorte representa as características externas, nomeadamente na leitura, ter a oportunidade de ler, ter a oportunidade de folhear livros, existir uma atmosfera propícia à leitura, não aparecer o amigo errado na hora certa, etc.
chega de conjecturas. existem muitos pormenores que podem ser abordados, mas para já é suficiente. sobre este assunto, como em relação a muitos outros, manda o teu comentário para criarmos interacção sobre o tema.
e lembra-te: isto não é uma tese. todas as 800 páginas que eu escrevi sobre este tema estão agora no lixo :-)

perfection

2009-08-29T00:20:00.002+01:00

this movie is a surprise from beginning to end. another old movie that deserves to be remembered by details it contains. the music starts at 1m37s.

perfeição

2009-08-29T00:07:00.004+01:00

este filme é uma surpresa do princípio ao fim. mais um daqueles filmes antigos que merecem ser recordados pelos pormenores que contém. a música começa a 1m37s.

leiria, portugal (english)

2009-08-18T23:32:00.005+01:00

I begin today by reminding the largest drop of water that exists in portugal: frecha da mizarela with 70 meters high. it's not the size of niagara, okay, but it's still an interesting place. we finally have companions: okay, not here, on the other site. and also on twitter, but you're right: once again, this one also does not point to it. then why write here? for the simple reason that this site was losing speed. speed = messages. number. is a statistic like any other. the big problem is always the same: time passing. tic tac. I am not doing something else, I'm here. when i write in Portuguese i'm not writing in english. if i read what i write i'm not seeing the blogs of others and I'm not listening to the music, like the one of this mate I knew now. well. one thing at a time. first, I present you the city of my heart. is the center, its largest square - plaza mayor - as the spaniards call him if they had the opportunity to have one equal. well, I confess that's a little mistake: this is an old picture of the beginning of the cameras. could even be a painting, a realistic one. take profit of that, it's one of those scenarios that should be for posterity. the city is not what it was, probably like all cities, but still beautiful and elegant, waiting for your visit.

leiria (português de portugal)

2009-08-18T23:04:00.005+01:00

vou começar hoje por recordar a maior queda de água que existe em portugal: a frecha da mizarela, com 70 metros de altura. não tem a dimensão do niágara, ok, mas não deixa por isso de ser um local interessante. finalmente temos companheiros: está bem, não é aqui, é no outro site. e também no twitter. certo: mais uma vez, este aqui também não aponta para lá. então escrevo aqui porquê? pela simples razão que este site estava a perder velocidade. velocidade = mensagens. número. é uma estatística como outra qualquer. o grande problema é sempre o mesmo: tempo que passa. tic tac. não estou a fazer outra coisa, estou aqui. se escrevo em português não escrevo em inglês. se leio o que escrevo não estou a ver os blogues dos outros nem estou a ouvir a música deste companheiro que conheci agora. pois bem. uma coisa de cada vez. em primeiro lugar, apresento-te a cidade do meu coração. é o centro, a sua praça maior como lhe chamariam os espanhois se tivessem a oportunidade de ter uma igual. bem, confesso que te engano um pouco: esta é uma fotografia histórica, do tempo em que se começaram a usar as primeiras máquinas fotográficas. até podia ser uma pintura, daquelas bem realistas. aproveita, é um daqueles cenários que merece ficar para a posteridade. a cidade já não é o que era, provavelmente como todas as cidades, mas continua bonita e elegante, à espera da tua visita.

friday rev1

2009-08-16T12:27:00.002+01:00

well, this is just a message to explain rev1 in portuguese explains a little of the friday message. with a lot added and subtracted from translations, rev1 has an important concept a good friend gives me more often that i would like: problems start when i start thinking.

sexta-feira rev1

2009-08-16T12:18:00.002+01:00

o facto de escrever e traduzir ajuda-nos a compreender os erros que se fazem quando se misturam demasiadas linguagens, ainda bem que por agora são apenas duas. quando escrevi a mensagem sexta feira, publicada domingo mas com data de sexta-feira porque foi quando a iniciei, já agora com o objectivo de escrever sobre alguma coisa mas acabei por ter tantas distracções que não me sobrou o tempo para a escrita, concluí que a mensagem sexta-feira escrita em português ou seja a mensagem inicial tinha um reparo aos dias em inglês que não corresponde à verdade, ou seja escrevi uma série de devaneios baseados num erro, criando novos erros. e porquê? porque quando pensei nos dias em inglês, pensei no domingo que é sunday ou seja dia do sol, ora dividindo temos dia e sol, com 50% de acertar, peguei numa das palavras e admiti que todos os dias se referiam ao sol-sun quando afinal se referiam aos dias em si, day-dia. já estás a ver a confusão, já não me arrisco a explicar mais, porque aliás já estou baralhado com tanta explicação.
em conclusão, resta-me a que um bom amigo me dá mais vezes do que eu gostaria: o mal é começares a pensar.

friday

2009-08-16T11:53:00.005+01:00

Image via wikipedia

started this post on Friday 14th and the sole reason of having the delay of 1 day, avoided be a celebrated day for who believes in luck or chance days. but had nothing to do with the message, because the day itself can not be changed, i already thought when i was a kid days could be stretched and shrunk depending on the needs and especially in terms of cycles of the sun and the moon, but then i came to conclusion that it is only an illusion. everything that we are stretching is our effort to keep us awake, and like everything in life is based on experience, what is usually a reason not to sleep just by being able to sleep more. statistics show that those who sleep prolongs life, remains whether all of the life or life life, in that we do other things besides dreaming. for example, was writing this piece when i rembered i forgot to connect the zemanta and when connecting, he suggested me the image you see here on the side. i think: in fact it's very beautiful, long ago that i do not remember where it was portugal . this map is very interesting: portugal is dark green, light green the european union and dark gray is the europe that lacks to the european union. two or three notes: if the map is wrong, i apologize for not giving me the time to check, but by what i saw seemed to me that at least portugal was still at the same position. the colors tell a lot about the real situation, try to make a study of colors and their meanings.
again Friday, which has the curiosity to be a fair as opposed to two days following which are now almost done but have not had the advantage of being fair-day, my problem now will be translating this to English because neither the british nor a good part of the people have the slightest idea what i am talking about, first because they write in portuguese and in english because they have the sun and is not fair, which i think is very interesting especially if speaking of english in the UK, where the sun never appears. and, speaking of the sun, since it is very hot out there i will go immediately outside of the house, i mean: right now, i mean as soon as i can.
but you my friend you haven't understood this last translation because you do not understand portuguese, that's how i feel when i read your casual ordinary english of the streets or your englishnet. but let me help you a little: in portuguese week days are ended with feira/fair like monday is "segunda-feira" somethind like second fair, so for the same sequence you can read friday as sixth fair, but saturday and sunday is called sábado and domingo which has also a meaning but doesn't follow the fair sequence. so with that in mind you can understand the last code. the only problem is just that when i was writing in portuguese i thought in english of sunday and thought the english days had sun what is not really true, you always have day, not sun. so i wrote a big mistake and now i have to translate that to portuguese again. so next message in portuguese is not really a translation is more likely an explanation of what i was thinking while i wrote in english the translation of the last portuguese message.

sexta-feira

2009-08-14T21:47:00.010+01:00

Image via wikipedia

iniciei esta mensagem na sexta-feira dia 14 e pelo simples motivo de ter o atraso de 1 dia, evitou ser um dia célebre para quem acredite em dias de sorte ou de azar. mas não tinha que ver com a mensagem, porque o dia em si não pode ser alterado, já em miúdo pensei que os dias podiam ser esticados e encolhidos consoante as necessidades e sobretudo em função dos ciclos do sol e da lua, mas depois cheguei à conclusão que não passa de uma ilusão. tudo o que conseguimos é esticar o nosso esforço para nos mantermos acordados, e como tudo na vida se baseia na experiência, quem por inerência se habitua a não dormir acaba por conseguir dormir menos que quem se treina a dormir mais. daí ao facto das estatísticas revelarem que quem dorme prolonga a vida, resta saber se conta a vida total ou a vida vida, aquela em que fazemos outras coisas para além de sonhar. por exemplo, estava a escrever este trecho quando me lembrei de ligar o zemanta e ele sugeriu-me a imagem que vês aqui ao lado. penso eu: de facto está muito bonito, há muito tempo que não me lembrava onde estava portugal. este mapa é de facto muito interessante: verde escuro é portugal, verde claro é união europeia e cinzento escuro é a europa que falta à união europeia. duas ou três notas: se o mapa estiver errado, peço desculpa por não me ter dado ao trabalho de verificar, mas pelo que vi pareceu-me que pelo menos portugal ainda estava no mesmo sítio. as cores dizem muito sobre a situação real, experimenta fazer um estudo das cores e dos seus significados.
voltando a sexta-feira, que tem a curiosidade de ainda ser uma feira em oposição aos dois dias seguintes que agora estão quase a acabar mas que têm a vantagem de não terem feiras por serem dias de romaria, o meu problema agora vai ser traduzir isto para inglês pois nem os ingleses nem uma boa parte dos povos tem a mínima ideia do que estou a falar, primeiro porque escrevo em português e também porque em inglês o que eles têm é sol e não feiras, o que me parece muito interessante sobretudo se falarmos do inglês do reino unido, onde o sol quase nunca aparece. e, falando do sol, já que está uma caloraça lá fora, é mesmo para lá que vou imediatamente, ou seja: já a seguir, isto é: agora mesmo, quer dizer, logo que possa.

português/portuguese:
de agora em diante, a menos que me engane, aparecem duas mensagens distintas, uma em inglês e a outra em português. neste caso, esta está em português e dentro de alguns minutos ou horas ou dias consoante a disposição e a oportunidade, vai aparecer a respectiva tradução em inglês, ou qualquer coisa muito parecida com uma tradução.

english / inglês:
from now on, unless i mistake, are two separate messages, one in english and one in portuguese. in this case, it is in portuguese and in a few minutes or hours or days depending on the disposition and opportunity, will show its translation into english, or something very like a translation.

perseidas / perseids

2009-08-13T20:32:00.003+01:00

passei a noite acordado a olhar para as perseidas, bendito google e benditos amigos que nos avisam para olhar para as estrelas. na verdade não é verdade. limitei-me a olhar várias vezes para o tecto do nosso planeta, esse belíssimo quadro nocturno que era a única coisa de que os gauleses tinham medo. esta noite, nunca vi nenhuma estrela que não se parecesse com as estrelas que costumo ver, também é verdade que estou cansado de olhar para o candeeiro da vizinha e para os meus próprios que estão no jardim, que funcionam a energia solar e que de noite consomem a pequena bateria que carregaram durante o dia.
mas quase sonhei com elas, pelo menos imagino que sonhei, raramente sonho ou pelo menos raramente me lembro do que sonho, o que talvez seja bom tantas vezes quantas aquelas que tenho pesadelos dos quais não me recordo. é por isso que não sabendo qual a probabilidade de sonhar positiva ou negativamente, fico na dúvida de saber se é bom recordar-me dos sonhos ou não me recordar dos pesadelos.
mas apesar de dormir um sono repousado, tenho a certeza que as perseidas - se as há - devem ter cumprido a sua missão de se fazerem ver a quem passou a noite acordado para as ver. e isso, reconheço - tenho pena de não ter passado a noite a olhar as estrelas, pela simples razão de que não se pode fazer simultaneamente demasiadas coisas que se gosta. o que é meramente culpa do tempo, ou da vida que não admite vidas paralelas ao mesmo indivíduo.

last night i was awake to look at the perseids, blessed google and blessed friends who warn us to look at the stars. truly it's not really true. I restricted myself to look several times to the roof of our planet, the beautiful picture of night which was the only thing that gauls were afraid. this night I have never seen any star that doesn't seem like the stars I usually see. It's also true that I'm tired of looking at the lamp of the neighbor and to my own lamps in the garden, which run on solar energy at night and consume the small battery that was charged during the day.
but i almost dreamed with them, at least imagine that I dreamed, rarely dream or at least rarely remember what I dream, which may be good as often as I have nightmares I don't remember. that's why not knowing the odds of dreaming positive or negatively, I am in doubt whether it is good to remind me of dreams or not remind me of nightmares.
but in spite of sleep a restful sleep, I am sure that the perseids - if they exist - must have fulfilled its mission to be seen by who spent the night awake to see them. and that, I admit - I am sorry for not having spent the night looking at the stars, for the simple reason that we cannot do too many things simultaneously. which is purely fault of the time, or of the life that does not allow parallel lives to the same individual.

próximo blog / next blog

2009-08-09T17:04:00.006+01:00

este é o momento ideal para dizer exactamente o que estou a preparar. nada, com tanto para fazer. tenho lido alguns blogs quando me lembrei que era o momento ideal para começar mais um. outra direcção para as muitas criadas com este blog.
mas como podes ver, o nome diz muito sobre o conteúdo, tentei usar os meus preferidos e concluí que 66,7% estão em uso, metade dos quais com apenas 1 mensagem e a outra metade com mensagens antigas. 8% dos nomes estão apenas disponíveis por convite, o que é extremamente incómodo pois é como se existisse ali uma parede tão grande e sólida que não é possível de modo algum espreitar e perceber o que está lá escondido. por isso, depois deste fim de semana tão rápido apenas posso deixar esta nota, sem prometer a data de início do próximo blog. apenas afirmo que vai ser muito próximo.

now is the right moment to tell you exactly what am i doing. nothing, with so much to do. i have been reading blogs for a while and suddenly i thought it could be the right moment to start a new one. another direction from the many started with this blog.
but because, as you can see, the name means so much about the content, i tried to use different good names and i found out that 66,7% of the names i tried were used, half of them with 1 message and another half with outdated messages. 8% of the names were linked to blogs only available through invitation, pretty annoying indeed because it is like a wall you can't climb and check for a while what the hell is being hidden. so, after a very fast weekend i can only leave this note, not promising a date for the start of the next blog. let's just say it will be very soon.

no limite / on the limit

2009-08-04T23:18:00.003+01:00

é verdade que estamos a assistir a um desporto motorizado com índices de CO2 muitos elevados. mas uma coisa é certa: é sempre no limite.

that's true we are watching a motorsport with very high CO2 levels. but something's certain: it's always on the limit.

tradução / translation

2009-08-03T23:46:00.002+01:00

depois de muitos pedidos, aqui está o blog em inglês e com tradutor para outras línguas. experimenta traduzir para inglês: podes comparar a minha tradução português-inglês de avatar amador com a tradução português-inglês do motor de tradução produzido pelo google.

after several requests, here is the blog in english and with translator for other languages. try to translate to english: you can compare my amateur avatar portuguese-english translation with the professional portuguese-english virtual google engine translator.

o canto do rouxinol2 / the nightingale song2

2009-08-02T22:47:00.006+01:00

por falta de comentários, vou fazer o que não é habitual, por ser demasiado frequente: vou mudar de opinião. clarificando: o canto do rouxinol, que publiquei ontem é uma tradução exacta de "somos seis biliões" em rouxinolês... pássaro esperto ou programador criativo?

for lack of comments, I am going to do what it is not usual, because I do it so often: I am going to change my opinion. clarifying: the song of nightingale that I published yesterday is an accurate translation of "we are six billion" in nightingalish ... smart bird or creative programmer?

o canto do rouxinol1 / the nightingale song1

2009-08-01T23:02:00.008+01:00

há quem se lembre destas coisas... apenas mais um pequeno passo na comunicação entre os seres. resta saber se de facto esta tradução é perfeita. queres tentar traduzir o que este pequeno rouxinol virtual nos diz, e/ou qual foi o programa que o produziu?

there are those who remember these things... just another small step in the communication between beings. remains whether in fact this translation is perfect. do you want to try translating what this little virtual nightingale tells us, and / or what was the program that produced it?

talvez fosse mais correcto dizer-te já os passos que dei para apresentar o ficheiro tal como o vês e ouves, neste caso apenas interessa o som, mas assim tens a oportunidade de mandar um comentário a pedir informações. assim criamos mais interactividade. se não comentares... bem, esse é o processo comum, não vais ser muito diferente da maioria... mas atreve-te a interagir AGORA! o que será um grande passo humano no mundo dos avatars. adianto que... a imagem... foi retirada da wikipedia e é provável que tenha sido distorcida. neste vídeo, o que realmente interessa, é o som. mas como nem todas as opiniões são iguais, talvez não concordes.

might be more correct to say what steps I gave to submit the file as you see and hear, the only that matters is the sound, but now you have the opportunity to send a comment to request information. thus creating more interactivity. if you not comment... well, that is the common procedure, you will not be very different from most... but dare you to interact NOW! that will be a big step in the human world of the avatars. but I advance that... the image... has been taken from wikipedia and is likely to have been distorted. in this video, what really matters is the sound. but as not all opinions are equal, you may not agree with me.

dando sequência / following

2009-07-31T20:44:00.005+01:00

tudo tem um início, mas esse início pode ser o fim, se não existir continuidade. hoje é um novo dia: de olhar para as estrelas. os últimos dias têm mostrado claramente a ursa maior, talvez porque é uma constelação fácil de encontrar. e afinal não é ali que está a famosa POLARIS. a ursa maior é apenas o começo da caminhada: para encontrar a ursa minor: e é aí, na confluência, que a descobrimos (a polar). se não percebeste, procura um mapa das estrelas. é tão fácil, que verdadeiramente difícil é esperar os segundos necessários para habituar os olhos à escuridão suave da noite.

everything has a beginning, but this beginning may be the end, if there is no continuity. today is a new day: to look at the stars. the last few days have clearly shown the Ursa Major, perhaps because it is an easy constellation to find. and after all is not where is the famous POLARIS. the Ursa Major is only the beginning of the journey: to find Ursa Minor: and there is, at the confluence, where we find her (the pole star). if you do not understood, look for a map of the stars. it is so easy, that what it is really difficult is to expect your eyes being accustomed to the soft darkness of the night.

início do blog / blog start

2009-07-26T19:54:00.002+01:00

se estás a ler este blog, tens um objectivo: esse objectivo é teu, não espero que me digas qual é. mas estou disponível para saber um pouco mais do que pensas. eu também tenho um objectivo ou dois, talvez até possam ser três, mas não esperes que tos diga. cada um dos objectivos segue a sua direcção absoluta, mas todos eles seguem conjuntamente uma direcção relativa. e no somatório de direcções relativas preciso de ti para me dirigires nesse caminho que é mais teu do que meu: é o caminho que sigo por ti.

if you read this blog, you have one objective: that is your goal, I do not expect you are going to tell me which is. but I am willing to learn a little more of what you think. I also have a goal or two, maybe even three, but do not expect I tell you which are. each objective follows its absolute direction but they all follow a common relative direction. and on the sum of relative directions I need you to lead me on that path that is more yours than mine: it's the path that I follow for you.