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Fuck you, Tencent Cloud Computing (43.173.xxx.yyy)
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You may choose to make your miserable lives by stealing intellectual property. 
What you don't realise is that in the end, you will die a miserable death.

Stragglers

Stragglers on their way south-east.

Happy 114th, Flanny!

It's all a matter of Omnium, eh? ;-)
*
[...] people who spend most of their natural lives riding iron bicycles [...] 
get their personalities mixed up with the personalities of their bicycle
as a result of the interchanging of the atoms of each of them 
and you would be surprised at the number of people [...]
who are nearly half people and half bicycles...
(from "The Third Policeman")

Flann O'Brien *5 October 1911

Before anyone erroneously claims he is dead: Those few people still taking for granted Flann O'Brien died 1 April 1966: Flann fooled you all.

Friday is Skyday

...

On the road

Misty morning.

Using the wind

Ideal day for drying laundry

 

 

 

here and ...

there.

Up the wind! ;-)

Friday is Skyday

Cloudy it was.

Her Voice His Eyes

On the other side I had seen a little girl,
her right hand holding a man's left,
leading him towards the night,
her voice being his eyes.
The sun is red, she said, and soon
she will dive into the glistening sea.

Having eyes only for the man at her side

she had not taken notice of me,

and still I felt like an intruder.

Suddenly I sensed myself walking away,

and only the sun could see

my eyes burning with sorrow and joy.

Could you see through walls,
there's a girl holding a man's hand
her voice being his eyes.
© 2009 Sean Jeating

Beers & Book (428) – Italian narrators

Italian storytellers, 13th til 18th century

Relats conjunts: Treason

«Ballarina amb ram de flors»
*
Dancer with a Bouquet of Flowers
«Star of the Ballet»
(Edgar Germain Hilaire Degas – 1878)
*
Relats conjunts

 

 [To continue "TRAïCiÓ "/Treason, the story of Paula]

Still breathless after enjoying the standing ovation, Núria is greeted behind the curtain by her favourite colleague with two glasses of champagne. But she does not take the glass offered by Helena.
‘Give me your glass,’ she demands.
‘How suspicious you are,’ Helena smilingly pouts, but takes back the rejected glass, hands Núria hers, takes the one Núria rejected and drinks it in one gulp.
‘Forgive me! How stupid of me to mistrust you.’ Núria laughs, drinks her glass in one gulp... stares at Helena with wide eyes ... the bouquet gliding from her hand ... and collapses ... dead ... 

Friday is Skyday

Mostly a cloudy week it was, filling the rain barrels.

Laughing Lhursday*

The loveliest of all daughters and booksellers allowed me
 to 'make' a Laughing Lhursday of her mishap.

As title, she suggested two and a half weeks ago:
Tanzen ist doch schädlich. / Dancing is harmful after all.

Now, while sitting in Hogwarts
with her torn ligament, 
the cook's name is Sean,
for a couple of weeks
carrying pots and pans across the road
for four hungry mouths.

* [For first time visitors]: 
Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that 
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Beers & Books (427) – Spanish narrators

Spanish storytellers, 14th til 20th century.