For Sure!

Oh no, not again. Annoying! It still takes him by surprise. And gets harder, almost making him wonder if it's worth it. Dragging his barefooted soul up. Again. But if he doesn't, his soul will freeze and might wander off, find a random pair of shoes, no matter how he'll then look and be looked upon. Not that he cares much, and less for each time. With a tired sigh he starts. Only three steps, but each one making the soles of his feet bleed. Why is it so important? To stand on top of something, pretending to be at the top of something. United body and soul; a fictional construction anyway. Just looking the part. And to be able to overlook whatever: He lost interest in that whatever many steps ago. But, and with boredom, he, his soul and bare feet, will get there. Out of breath, he'll squeeze into those shoes. And will again be firmly rooted. Unable to move, but an example of achievement. He's quite disgusted with himself. Careful! That could make him misjudge, stumble, slip... He really can't cope with just one additional step. But he'll get there. And the shoes might not be too uncomfortable: He'll fit the expected posture. Again. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter (As always, somehow:) #laurieandthestoryof & #primeiroproximopasso #steps #shoes #reality #fiction #postures #soul #fuckedup #tired #pretending #iftheshoefits #stupidity #meandmymind #ladder #seeingthrough #sotiredofthewaysinthecirclesimovearoundinandtheeverongoingattempttobethenewestofthenewestorsomethingonthetopoftherankingthateveryonedeniesexistbutisafactsoobviousthatitsalmostfunny (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: 22below)

Including myself...

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

—

Paulo Coelho

In the evening, huge flocks of swallows are on hunt for their dinner... Any photographer knows how difficult it is to catch those very fast moving birds. So this is just a few of hundreds... Literally. Oh, and speaking of dinner... After a few Super Bock's (The name might not be... But it's very good, strong and, not at least, portuguese!), I myself will go finding a restaurant. Not that the good people of Café Central didn't offer me to join their own private dinner... Ofcourse! They are portuguese and they are friends... Amazing, compared to a certain other country where I reside when I can't avoid it, how easy you become friends here. Real friends. Ok, enough for now... WILL be continued! In proper writing. #castelodevide #cafecentral #finally #findingmyself #being #existing #ready #writingplace #startingtowrite #realthing #novel #laurieandthestoryof (Am getting closer, now present right here... Where else?!?!?) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel (her: Café Central - Castelo De Vide)

Hide'n seek... Getting closer to the you! 😉

“What’s yours will find you.”

— Unknown

Still searching... 🔎📚😉

“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

— Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

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)

Uvist Fri

Uvist hvor. Uden for nogens viden. Uden præcise koordinater, næsten  væk. Måske bag en horisont. Eller  den næste.   Jeg er dog klassificeret som en vækst. Det berører ikke mig, og ingen rører mig, og så er jeg næsten ikke mig, heldigvis, blot en vækst.  Uvist hvor.    Min eneste tid, her hvor tid tøver, ophører, opløses. Min eneste  tid er vinter og sommer. Sommer og vinter,…

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SO many wise words! Even the very strong lion, together with the maybe most famous national fairytale teller, has to give up. TOO many wise words! With sadness and regret, the indeed muscular lion and the also indeed very famous fairytale teller, just has to let go. MOST of the again indeed wise words are spilled all over the furniture and floor. Very few of the very wise words reaches the ears of the (again) indeed eagerly listening and mostly wise listeners. WHAT a pity! What a pool of wasted indeed wise words... It COULD be mistanken for wasted tears. Meanwhile, the indeed not so wise and not so listening scavengers, discreetly suck up the now indeed fluid wise words. Creeps out of the lion-and-fairytale-teller-room. Runs across the street, and sells the precious wise words in the indeed second-hand wise words-shop. One day a fairytale teller will collect some of the second-hand but still indeed wise words. Take them back across the street. For the indeed eagerly and wise listeners. And so, history and fairytale repeats itself. Wise words are again spilled into a pool, indeed looking like tears... That's recycling! VERY wise! #løves #åbenscene #løvesbogogvincafe #poetklubaarhus #fairytale #recycling #words #secondhand #wisewords #poetry #prose #whatever #repeating #aarhus #aplaceguardedbybothalionandthefamousfairytaletellertotryoutyourfirstwordsortrynewwordsorwaysbeforeanaudience (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter (Indeed!) #mantelmomento (her: Løves Bog og Vincafe)

Stop apologizing. You don’t have to say sorry for how you laugh, how you dress, how you make your hair, how you speak. You don’t have to be sorry for being yourself. Do it fearlessly. It’s time to accept this is you, and you gotta spend the rest of your life with you. So start loving your sarcasm, your awkwardness, your weirdness, your unique sense of humor, your everything. It will make your life so much easier to simply be yourself.

(via purplebuddhaquotes)

More wise words...

It's simple. Attraction to shiny things. Especially if it fulfills another basic need: To fit in. Being part of a group. Adapting a pattern. Now we are! No one likes to be alone, somewhere in endless something. Too much space! Everyone wants to belong. Sharing your mind with others. Counting on you getting your share as well. Expecting equal exchange; being stronger through common connecting dots. And not just a single dot; exhausted then executed by freedom. A pattern explains otherwise random stuff. Makes sense out of all the ups and downs in your life. Makes your life. Then, if another and better pattern emerges, you jump to that. Maybe for a moment dangling only from a string of light. Patiently waiting… Then! Perfect match. Fits like a glove. Or a custom made cage. But! Never ever think of the pattern as a web. That needs to be fed. More than you need to fit. It is too shiny to be bad. Woven tightly in, totally away, is just an honor. And a strength. A single mind can't survive. Thoughts united! Shining as one… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso (Leading up to...) #danish (sorry) #prose #udenfilter #pattern #life #thisisjustanotherpauseorbreakbeforejumpingintotherealstory (Usual one-off hashtag) #growingup #ontheway #reality #light #guidance #gettingcloser #mystory #mymind #connectingthedots #breakthrough #enough #change #out #stop (her: Destination Anywhere)