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SOLHUL.

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Jeg havde overnattet i Carreiras, det der i Danmark ville være en lille flække længere ude end nogen krage ville forvilde sig i mareridt. Her var det en lille idyl mellem de højeste bjerge i Serra de São Mamede. Når man er vokset op med bavnehøje som imponerende, er det Alper og Himalayaer ser ned på med foragt, 1000 meter med nøgne takkede klippetoppe, ret så vildt.…

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Including myself...

“People never learn anything by being told. They have to find out for themselves.”

—

Paulo Coelho

Sommersjov II. Sommeren raser afsted. Som en flok rabies-befængte klaprende rævesakse. Nej, det er ikke retfærdigt. Det er ikke alle rævesakse der har rabies.

Silence and lack of words turned into a interactive object-oriented installation... Based on all those words left behind in ear-roaring silence; words stuck in past tense... https://www.facebook.com/events/339594393188134/?ti=cl

#https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/06/13/skygge-lys/ Danish. English version: This is just some trees. Looks like olive trees. And grass, a bit other dried out bushes, and a hillside. That's all. But not that's all like in "nothing else"? That is all like in ALL. Everything. I can't proof it, ofcourse. It's just my opinion. I sure don't expect others to understand. Actually, it's a selfie. I'm there, in one of the shadows. Sitting under one of those trees. You might not be able to see me. That's nothing new. But I'm right there. Don't wanna be anywhere else. That's all. And that IS really all. Not enough for you? Guess not. I couldn't care less. Selfish? Very! But about time. And I think, my opinion only, that you don't care either. Not really. Then it gets almost funny: Ok, you might be indifferent. Well, how much do you think I care about that? A competition of not caring. Take a look at my selfie: I'm gone ages ago. About time. Careless, carefree, only me and nothing else. But everything. THAT'S ALL! #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/06/13/skygge-lys/ #selfie #altoalentejo #castelodevide #olivetrees #careless #selfish #myworld #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #gone #nowisthetime #dontevencareenoughtomakeanymorehashtagsbutiamtherenomatterwhereelseimightbeseenandamashappyascanbe (her: Alto Alentejo (intermunicipal community))

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For en hel del år siden, nok endda helt tilbage til fra før vi begyndte på det med at blive ældre… -Gik vi en tur. Gennem rigtig ukontrolleret skov, den vilde slags; den smule der var lidt mere af dengang. Med tæt krat at udforske, og en underskov der næsten var symbolsk. Eller ihvertfald vil blive det. Dette var dengang der stadig var…

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And all the days after tomorrow... But people's memory are based on a 24-hour limit. Sadly.

“Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ve had today.”

— David Nicholls // One Day

Not much to add... But: Only in Lisbon this is repeated several times; you can't miss it... Stenciled all over, like it really matters. It does! Whatever "pure poetry" is or means. It's important! Enough to be repeated again and again... In Lisbon. Imagine something like that in Denmark? It could happen... But ONLY as an Facebook-event; made by some more or less official 'organisation' or 'having-the-right-to-so' approved institution. And then you could buy variations over the theme; all inclususive a spray-can. Wrapped in some kinda smart looking "we got the idea"-(and copyright-)casing... Am I wrong??? Actually, I hope so... Really! "Pura Poesia" is just something sprayed a lot of places in Alfama, Lisbon. And it IS just POETRY, in its most pure form... Nothing else. Which is more than enough! Only in Lisbon... #purepoetry #purapoesia #lisbon #alfama #pessoa #streetart #streetpoetry #therealthing #writingonthewall #truth #nothingelse #repetition #learning #creative #whyithastobeinlisbonandinalfamaidontknowbutthatisjusthowitissadlyenoughbuthappilyformebeingtherewherethosethingsjusthappen (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel (her: Alfama, Lisboa, Portugal)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/solhul/ It looked like a shortcut. It WAS a shortcut, just not to where he wanted to end up. Leaving the main road and crossing over fields with olive trees, seemed like a good idea. The weather was perfect for a trip, almost a picnic, over the rolling hills, following trails that almost weren't there or made by only sheep. Sometimes having to hike over cliffs and boulders, just made it more exciting. And he wouldn't wander astray, at least not much, since he had his goal in sight all the time. The white village and the old castle, clearly visible on the highest top, a real mountain, was a landmark ahead of him that he couldn't miss. It was just occasionally hidden by smaller hills or when the olive tress changed into more dense wilderness. The sky was blue, leaving all space to the burning sun. With just small winds stirring the olive leaves; making them look like blinking silver. Somewhere, far away, bells from sheep mixed in with the constant sound from cicadas. It was a beautiful day. And going cross-country, even a shortcut, instead of following the road with annoying traffic, was a great idea. He guessed he would be at the shining white village on the top late in the afternoon. The sun was at its highest, and he was beginning to seek the small spots of shadow from the olive tress. Drinking heavily from his bottle of water; but sweating it out even faster. He blamed it on the heat, that his eyes decieved him. He didn't seem to get any closer to the mountain. Despite getting exhausted from the walking. And the sun was making him dizzy. His white almost shining bones was found several months later. By a person taking a shortcut to the mountain. #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/solhul/ #olivetrees #sunrays #shortcut #alentejo #laurieandthestoryof #fiction #novel #inspiration #mindscape #meandmystory #nothisisnotlikethestorythatislinkedtobutsomethingcloseenoughandwhoreallycaresanywaysincethisisjustanordinarypictureofthesunshininginthetopofanolivetree (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso (her: Serra de São Mamede)

He looked out over the valley, all the way to the next range of low mountains. Against the sky he could just see the castle about ten miles deeper into the countryside. Or into the wild, as civilization got scarce further up on the high plains. He loved that view. Went to have a look every day. He had just left his favorite café, belly filled with good solid local food and cheap beer. His intention was to get to that castle in the horizon. There should be a tiny village too,clinging to the edge of what must be an abyss-like fall, from that highest point in the region. But he hesitated. It would be more than half a day of walking, more or less cross-country, and now the afternoon-heat was at its highest. He convinced himself, that it would be certain sunstroke if not suicide to set out today. He thought of the café, one more cold beer, and shrugged. He had no time-schedule, what was the hurry? It was an easy decision. Maybe tomorrow. He simply assumed that tomorrow would be at his service. Why not? It had been there, ready for him, every morning for so many years. Tomorrow it was! While going back for that cold beer, he was content with himself. He would start out early. That made much more sense. Tomorrow. Life's easy, he thought. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (The area where...) #serradesaomamede #marvão #castelodevide #tomorrow #foolingyourself #easyliving #decisions #daysgoneby #time #iftomorrowcomes #onedaycloser #inthemorning #whatif #hesitate #thisistheareawheresomeofmynovelwilltakeplacebutwhoreallycaresimnotsureidoso (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Serra de São Mamede)