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Friday, January 23, 2009

This undated handout image provided Marvel Comics ...

I LIKE THAT.

 


Thursday, May 08, 2008



BIRD FLYING

Today I saw a bird.

I saw a bird flying.

I saw a bird flying in the blue sky.

He was looking for a tree.

He was looking for a green tree.

There was only cement

and some cranes.

The bird was lost

lost in the sky.

He landed on a crane.

He waited to see the leaves growing.

Today I saw a bird lost in the sky.

Lost in a lead-blue sky.

 

 



Monday, April 28, 2008

AlmondTreeBitter  

Almond Tree

Once upon a time, in a tiny village at the end of nowhere, there were two friends, who dwelled in village houses and led mutual lives.

They were very good friend, and their families were friends too.

One of them was rich and the other was poor, but that didn't cause many problems.

The only difference was, that they worked together all year, but when harvest time came, the rich man would take most of the products of the land, and to the poor family there were only leftovers.

They were happy with their leftovers, and thanked the rich man many times a day for his kindness.

One day, when the August sun was shining high in the sky, and his heat was burning the brains of the people and animals, keeping them inside the houses, or under the trees; and almost all the green of the land was turned to golden dry straw, the rich man said to the poor man: "Our roads are separating here. You take this fork, and I'll go the other way.

"Why?" Was the answer of the poor man.

"There is no why. We are rich and you've nothing. How can we be together?"

And while the rich man said this, he took the symbol of their friendship and broke it in two throwing it as far as he could. The poor man walked away with his head down, and tears in his eyes.

Some time later, the first rain came, and one of the pieces of the broken staff started to root. After awhild, a tree was rising to the sky. The almond tree grew quickly; its crooked trunk and roots hanging onto the poor soil between the rocks, and he held on with all his forces. The tree was rooted on a cliff, and the cold winter wind blowing from the north would hit his branches, hurting him, but he was able to to resist the pressures of winter, and he soon grew into a big tree.

The almond tree produced his first flowers and his first fruit, but no one, no animal, no bird, no man, would eat or partake of his fruit, as the they were the most bitter, poisonous fruits that had ever been produced. They were so bitter that in the neighborhood no other tree or grass would grow, not even the snakes dared to go near him.

One day, a voyager came along, and as he was very tired, he went to take a rest in the shadow of this tree.

"Thank you for the shadow," he said to the tree, before going away

"Thanks to you, it is the first time ever that anyone has said something nice to me." The tree answered. "I wish I could give you something else, but I am afraid the only thing I can give is my shadow. The fruit I bear is very bitter, and would kill you if you eat it."

"Actually, I need a new staff," added the voyager. Perhaps I could take one of your branches to make it, if you allow me." The tree was happy to give him a branch of his tree, and the voyager asked him why his fruit was so bitter. He listened to the story and he felt sorry for the tree.

He went away with his new staff, and he took some bitter almonds with him in a sack, and once in while he stopped and made a hole with his new staff, and threw a bitter almond in it. He spewed in the hole to moisten it - it was very dry. He'd then cover the almond with soil.

After a while, new almond trees grew, and later, they gave forth the sweetest fruit that had ever been produced on earth. People came from all over the world to admire the incredibly tall and beautiful almond trees.

That is the story of how it came to pass that the almond tree became sweet from bitter.

 

 


Saturday, April 26, 2008

AlmondBlossoms

 I have to steal this little story from another other blog. They are stealing my stories all the time.

GRANDFATHER'S ALMOND TREES ORCHARD

I've read someplace, that a man must do at least three things in his life.

1)Make a baby
2)Plant a tree
3)Write a book

My grandfather did good on number one, and number two, but he could never comply with the third point, for the very simple reason that he couldn't write- not even read, for what that matters.
That is why, after having had enough of producing kids (he had already seven) he decided to start with point number two.

He planted twelve almond trees and one of them was a bitter almond tree.
I don't know if the twelve trees had any religious meaning at all, and if the bitter fruit bearing tree had any meaning related to the disciple who turned bad.

The only way to know which one was the bitter tree - apart from eating the fruit, of course-was by looking at the flowers during blooming time. The flowers of the bitter tree were pink, and the others were pure white.

My grandfather didn't survive to taste the fruit of the bitter almond tree, and he didn't see either his kids growing up, and I thought that perhaps, I could help to comply with the third point.(Write a book)
The trees have now been cut, (some of the kids have died too) and the wood has been sold for the equivalent of 30 silver denarii.

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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

 SimonvilleOlympicTorchCarry

 

 THE SIMONVILLE TORCH

The Simonville torch will be carried first, by Baby Simon, through the streets and the hills and the forests of Simonville.

To avoid protests of Myspace, or other blogs, the torch will not leave the city of Simonville.

The torch will not carry fire, but the light of the sun, and the light of the moon, and the light of the stars.

Baby Simon asked to be the carrier of three different torches: each one carrying his own special light.

Baby Simon is already training to carry the three torchs in the same time.

Luma will take care of order in the streets.

Petal's of bluebells will be covering the streets of Simonville, along the parcours of the torches.

The torch will be put on top of Simonville's tower and will stay there till the end of the Games.

Luma will be in charge of watching over the torch.



 



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