talking tigers and anchovies 
"says an English traveler with as much intimacy with a live tiger. He had coached and caressed but he always kept a loaded pistol on the table. " Stendhal - Red and black. few days ago I dreamed of a small tiger. I do not know why I threw an anchovy. She ate it. appear and disappear. to walk away but I felt let down their guard when she came back and attacked other people. Now that I'm thinking about this dream I had the idea to another. Much more distressing. There was a kind of robots (Mazinger style) that had invaded my town, at the beginning (if I remember correctly) had just invaded my home. There, too, tried to escape. Sometimes I could not pass through certain areas of the city. There was evidence as to accomplish, and I walked a lot. I seem to remember having had this dream several times, taking place here, to contadilandia. I remember once when I was in a street, everything was completely dark and I Trudging toward the light. Then came back the light, at first I was convinced they were fireworks, but it was a dogfight. The robot was able to land at the end, and I tried desperately to escape, but of course he was following me, or rather, I always went with my actions at the end where he was. Bella short mange. Another time I remember it was set during the day and the robot was in Guido Monaco square (a square ring for those who are not farmers and do not know: P) I remember people screaming and ran out as pumpkin and I did not know what to do and tried to hide somewhere. I still remember when I thought to be protected, as the robot soared, has stopped a few steps from my position and after a few seconds, the vision of a foot giant who tried to crush me. terrible .. brrr .. all this to say what? nothing. I wanted to post something more beautiful, but the exams are sucking me every spark of vital energy, so here it is. Few misspelled words and in a hurry. As they are, as in a dream and a small tiger chases me, closer and closer. And in the end ... those of us anchovy? :) soon.
Babel Fish Whatever allegories want to say is simply that the incomprehensible is incomprehensible, and that we know already. But the problems we face every day is a different thing. In this regard, once a man asked, "Why so much obstinacy? If you followed only allegories, allegories you will be yourself, and resolve all your problems."
Another said: "I bet that this is an allegory."
The first said, "You won."
The second said: "Alas, only allegorically."
The first said, "No, in real life. Allegorically've lost."
Franz Kafka. "The day I prepared my bag-empty-there was a great uproar among the old. The meeting was divided into two, some said that no chestnut would have to leave its shell and go for a walk the world, others were intrigued and admired his resourcefulness. I solved the problem: When I fell down vote, without saying goodbye. The world seemed immense ground, all my preparations immediately struck me as unnecessary, so I went to the world at random, not knowing what I experienced wonderful adventures, but with the knowledge that I would come home with empty suitcase. " From "Diary of the Chestnut Pilgrim" page. 17. Kerrigan read the fascinating stories of the chestnut pilgrim, but he had to do it secretly. It was strictly forbidden to read that book in public, the chestnut had in fact been officially banned from Castagneville, when he was escapade in the middle of the final vote for approval of his adventure. Engrossed in reading totally did not realize then the arrival of the great leader, His Royal Highness the shell, which not even say goodbye to the young chestnut snatched the manuscript and said in angry voice: - what the hell do you think to do? - ah, great .. Shell I here, why do not you come over the chestnut pilgrim?! - Foolish young chestnut, the pilgrim has defied the advice and consent does not care if it's gone! He challenged the law! It can not go back! - but is doing great things in dynamic world! - Said the chestnut becoming confident. - Chestnuts are made to be static, can not wander around the world, more than can fit in your pocket of even one human being, but nothing more! - I do not understand, Big Shell! The chestnut pilgrim knew so many people, has made many friends, also known Babel Fish, the King of the goldfish! He fought with him, at his side! - It is embroiled in a war, a young chestnut K., a war that is not approved by the Council of Chestnuts. - not true! the chestnut is peaceful pilgrim! - Make yourself comfortable Young chestnut, now I will tell you how was the story of the chestnut pilgrim and Babel Fish. "After the pilgrim Chestnut jumped out of the tree during the voting, landed without too much trouble thanks to his suitcase used as a mattress, but once he was in the dynamic world, he realized that all plans and maps that had designed were useless because the bottom had no reference point. And so, that a child picked it up from the ground and put it in his pocket. The baby back home had already stew of chestnuts and threw it on the table. In addition to disorder the child saw that the chestnut was not the only one to have been kidnapped! with her in the corner lay a little pool fish, which had as its guest a cute goldfish. A castagneville not taught the language of the fish, then the chestnut pilgrim did not know how they could communicate with the Pesciotti. " - But great shell! - Broke the story the young chestnut-everyone knows as the chestnut has pilgrim communicated with the fish! rather tell me how did you know Babel Fish! - then you read a good piece of that stupid diary eh? however you will be satisfied. "A few days later, having racimolato a map of the area, the chestnut was able to sneak into the pockets of the child and thus escaped from the house. Once the child is perceived to have the chestnut in the pocket launched in the wrong way in front of Acquariolandia, home of all fish kept in captivity. So paying attention to the chestnut came in and immediately tried to leave the goldfish from the grip of vicious piranha! It was here that he met Babel Fish, who taught her the language of the fish and from that day the chestnut fought side by side with him to free all the goldfish! " - But some fish die then? - Unfortunately, yes my young chestnut. Some die, this is war. But do not worry as we go to the paradise of the chestnuts, the fish should be in their paradise, where they swim happily and there are bad guys trying to piranha bite. - and Babel Fish? - Said the chestnut. - Babel Fish is the head, a fish strong and courageous. - And the chestnut pilgrim? - The chestnut is out there somewhere, sometimes it sends the pages of his diary, his adventures, but we do not allow to come back on the shaft. Has now made his choice. But enough is enough, a young chestnut, it's time that you fall into your shell and no longer thinks that silly chestnut traitor. In memory of Bean, my goldfish, who now swims happily in the paradise fish: °)
things "I know you accuse me of arrogance, and perhaps of misanthropy, or madness. These charges (which will punish in due time) are ridiculous. It 's true that I leave the house, but it is also true that the doors (whose number is infinite) are open day and night to men and animals. Who wants to enter. You will not find here womanly luxuries nor the splendid pomp of palaces, but the quiet and solitude. [...] The truth is that they are unique. I do not care what a man can be transmitted to other men as the philosopher, I think that nothing can be communicated through the art of writing. "- Borges," The Aleph "
Sometimes "things" let us breathless.
Sometimes the decisions are not rational, but thrown in there for a moment. Without bothering to think.
Chestnuts you know, are "things" conservative. They're very careful what they do, with whom they talk and especially when jumping from the tree. The chestnut has done little in his life, but everything that has lived has collected and kept for himself, he tried to accumulate "things" into her small suitcase. And 'well known, however that is full of dust. The chestnut then inserts these "things" inside the suitcase and paf, it becomes all the dust. Some say that this dust is magical. Some say that lurk inside instead mites bad that when he opens the chestnut, come out to them the raspberries and try to bite.
The chestnut is solitary, surly and easily offended (when the mites attack, of course).
short, he has a bad temper. Sometimes you do not understand, nor be surprised if others do not understand: you or are out of their gourd. That's it.
chestnuts too, have duties, since their not-very short-lived attempt to take things as seriously. Why is it that you undertake to do the tests and when they realize that you are very busy and will not make you break down a lot. For this reason they feel the need to live, buy a ticket, which is much more than an hour's concert, is as a journey to distant worlds and collect every now and then a shell, the most beautiful, and bring it with him in his suitcase full of dust.
"if a story would be set on a long beach promenade. A beach with no beginning and no end. The story of a man walking along the shore and may never meet anyone. His gaze lingers from time to time to observe some object or fragment taken from the sea, the footprints of a crab, a lone seagull. The landscape is always the sand, the sky, some clouds, the sea. Cambian only the waves, always the same and always different, more smaller, larger, shorter, longer. " - Ludovico Einaudi-Waves.
clouds Clouds ....
clouds .... continue to spend clouds ....
they all collapse height, only things real now nothing between heaven and earth exist,
threats in the mist condensed into colorless cotton flakes of dirt a hospital without walls ...
clouds .... continue to go through ....
... continue to go ..... (Pessoa) poof. everything is gone. you I I wonder if it is all invented. as the child's invisible friend, that you can only see you. For others you can say anything, but you'll never believe, I do not ever see. my child's eyes in front of you. music in the background, your. Why? clouds as we are. clouds in a sky blue, sometimes red, which could explode. tears from the sky, from this world. clouds as we allow ourselves to carry, as long as there loads of rain, suddenly. as clouds fly beyond everything. Eyes of my child ahead of them. For a moment I sense an image and then .. poof ... nothing. clouds, they never the same shape, and I can also wait for a cloud for ever the same, but she will not come. Yesterday I thought I sensed his form for a moment, elusive. but clouds. have a way different from mine, I can only watch it go from a distance, continue the journey to new eyes, different from mine. do not know if the clouds have a specific trip to be made, I do not know who should do before you turn back to that little girl, probably will not see it ever again. But no matter, because she does not know. I've seen that girl, watch the sky every day and waits. wait that cloud, one that has seen a day for a moment, that has stopped, has shown its beauty and then poof ... is gone, on his way. A victor,
good trip, man.
