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There is an amazing skillful portuguese-guitar player, that has a view on the world not so far from mine. Some might say it is a rather pessimistic way of looking at things. If 'things' are how Europe acts within itself and with the world in general. And remember, the world is so much more than Europe. Which we have a tendency to forget, unless the subject is refugees... How sad! Anyway, we can agree on one thing, (among of lot others), that it might be too late for our generation. But we can only pray for the next, seemingly to be just a bit above profit and multinational earnings and expansions... Oh, and btw, he is a gifted by the Gods (who's or which ever) with his playing that guitar... Makes me cry. Seriously. That good. And also makes me so much more eager to continue my (judged by myself, admitted), final and all-orbiting (-can you even say that?) novel... Laurie is impatiently waiting! #fadonamorgadinha #fado #morgadinha #guitar #guitargod #alfama #lisbon #amaliarodrigues #generations #laurieandthestoryof (Somehow connected to...) #legacy #worldheritage #novel #prose #saudade #meandmystory #hopeisjusttofinishthosefewthingsthatyoureallywanttoandthenbesatisfiednotlessifyouareabletofinishyourlifeinaplacewhereguitarplayerslikethisoneplaysforfreeeverynight (Usual one-off hashtag... But a real wish!) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (her: Fado na Morgadinha)

That IS a possibility...

“Look at it, look at the mess we’ve made. Things have fallen apart, we have fallen apart. God, we used to love each other so much and now, all that rests between us is a mortal silence. A wall of silence so thick it cannot be broken with words nor looks. Nothing. And maybe, but only maybe, We just weren’t meant to be.”

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Here’s a question for your soul; How many times can a broken thing break? And the Gods whispered: Let’s see, shall we?

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

Spot on...

It's a lie. That all your life flashes by. In your last minutes or seconds. You're just a bit surprised, and quite empty-headed. You actually have time to speculate. What should your last thoughts be about? You're almost paralyzed; your body rapidly shutting down. With some effort you spend your last few moves to get a picture of the sun. Beautifully letting rays through the treetops. Your last action is to post the picture on Instagram. Pressing the buttons drains your body, so now you only have your thoughts. And that beautiful image of the sun a late aftersoon. With or without your eyes closed. It's a nice view. And a nice place to die. You're quite satisfied with your luck. But what to think about... Ofcourse some family, friends, and partners through life. Then what? You don't know if you're surprised, or expected it. But what follows you and kinda keeps lingering, is those fictive figures. The ones you have played with the better part of your life. At this stage, they're more real than anything from your real life. It's no surprise, that what fills your fading brain, becomes pure fiction. Your last goodbyes goes to 'I', 'him', 'Laurie', 'Senhor Passo', and all the more or less important other figurines through the story. In the end, they're more alive than ever. And I can stop thinking; they don't really need my brain. That's a relief. And I smile towards the sun. Or they do. I shake hands and leave the party. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #fiction #prose #dying #reality #famouslastwords #sun #thatoneoffhashtagialwaysuseisinthiscaselefttomyfictivepersons (The usual one-off hashtag... But not from me) #andthendarkness #happy #smile (her: somewhere nice)

Ok, ok, ok... Denmark CAN be quite beautiful in june... When you ask the clouds and the sun to pull themselves together and cooperate. Then they just might bother to make a schetchy sky that's worth taking a glance at. But I really had to negotiate, being the go-between and middleman, to make clouds, sun, and suburban horizon to at least give it a try... AND a moment after that effort, the elements ofcouse hurried back to its seperate safety, leaving the sky all empty if not plain dull... (An hour later rain btw took over.) But what can you expect? This is Denmark. Where the weather changes like roll of dices... Am I being way too negative? Maybe... That will have to be my problem then. Which I suppose it is. I'm really having problems adjusting to this climate. But, as said / written: My problem. This moment though WAS nice! Trying hard to be positive... 😊 #denmark #summer #clouds #sun #åbyhøj #cloudscape #mindscape #remembering #wishing #somewhereelse #longing #likeaspoiledbraticomebacktodanishsummerandthenwishineverhadleftanothersummersomewhereinsouthofeuropenowthatisreallybeingaspoiledbratandnotgratefulatall (Usual one-off hashtag) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof (Not here, except luckily still in my head...) #primeiroproximopasso (Also very far away; guess I'll have to go back and pick up his trail!) (her: Åbyhøj, Arhus, Denmark)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/05/lyrik-i-iv/ (In danish...) #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/05/lyrik-i-iv/ #lyrics (...In danish, sorry.) #poetry #tryingtobeoptimistic #ornot #lyrik #poesi #gellerup #atlasoveraarhus #dinbyminby #365tekster #justanothersunset #laurieandthestoryof (Still leading up to...) #leaving #aarhuslitteraturcenter (Tomas; her er 4 stykker lyrik...) #litterature (Maybe...) #whatever #meandmystory #inthreedaysillbegone #afterbloggingsomeverynegativepiecesjusthatingeveryoneandeverythingmyselfandlaurieexcludediwantedtotrywithsomeabitmorepositivelyrics (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (her: Gellerup, Arhus, Denmark)

Indeed!!!

unexpected texts are needed

Every single day...

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