Sunday, 19 April 2009

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Saturday, 4 April 2009

2nd tale - 2nd part

Twisted herself, grabbed her hair, shrieked, whirled, injured herself and at last, at the surface, she put her hands on that thing, watching the shore through it with its many trees, right above a white line of sand, that was a part of a giant beach… Panting, threw away that translucent body that the water seemed to catch… She didn't even notice that behind her, only 20 metres away, there was a ship of white sails and of a very small hull. On that ship, the one crew-member saw her on the exact moment that the strange object was falling in the water, after being thrown at least 5 metres away. He called his girlfriend.
— Maria! Come here quick! There is a mermaid over there and she has just thrown a plastic bag full of water! Quick!!
Maria and Solar, both heard him, and Solar before someone could see her again, dove and swam away from the boat. She looked at a far, and astonished and confused, as if she had never before seen men. That one seemed ok but strange… and was walking above something, with very sharp sticks where there were thin objects hanged, with very thin and white algae, where the wind was blowing…
— Aren't you imagining things?! Mermaids don't exist and you are very tired. Let's go! — Maria had nothing to do, she wasn't even interested on the plastic bag and besides that the wind was blowing on their direction, they could use the opportunity to return home. Nevertheless, that vision of Samuel wasn't good to her because she was very jealous and did not know how to swim, but that woman knew.
Meanwhile, as Maria was trying to convince Samuel to return, Solar approached them. She was then very close and listening what they were saying.
— But Maria, believe in me! I saw her playing with a plastic bag… one of those you usually throw away!
— What ?! Are you saying that the fault is mine? No! Lets go away right now! You know that I can't swim and I'm getting nervous with your visions! — She didn't understand but she was already screaming.

Wednesday, 1 April 2009

2nd Tale - The wind beyond the cape -1st

Solar used to swim there. Her long hair was getting mingled with the algae of the sea. Her hair was bright, like painted by numbed sun beams, that could not be tamed by the waters of the sea, that gently swung her, as if she were on its lap. Sometimes, she would pursue a shoal, trying to catch some fish, with her quick hands, made of soft thin skin, coloured of white sweet milk with honey; and sometimes, she swam gently together with sluggish whales, without any hurry. She used to swim, and run after something, throwing bubbles in the air, playing with star-fishes on the white sand at the very bottom of the sea, and used to fill in her lungs of air on the surface. She also loved to hear the music of the waves.

One day, when she was coming to the surface to breath, moving her fin as quick as possible, she felt something hindering her movements, and as she was unable to identify what it was she tried to grab it and threw it as far as possible… it was transparent.

Monday, 23 March 2009


Ecosystems are communities of organisms that interact with one another and with their physical environment, including sunlight, rainfall, and soil nutrients. Organisms within an ecosystem tend to interact with one another to great extent than do the organisms between ecosystems.
Within each ecosystem are habitats, which are defined as the place where a population of organisms lives.
By 1969 the five kingdom system to classify organisms was presented. These kingdoms are: animals, plantae, fungi, protista and monera.

Nexte post will be about another tale of the book ;)

Inspiring sea ;-)

Not very far away of Lisbon is Cape of the Roca, the most occidental peace of land of the European continent. A beautiful place to visit in the Summer... Yes, the sea and the seashore inspired three tales in this book.

Wednesday, 18 March 2009

About the environment (1)

I think that it would be very interesting to talk here about some notions about the environment. For Mackenzie D. and Susan M., "whereas the disciplines of biology, chemistry, and physics (and their subdisciplines of microbiology, organic chemistry, nuclear physics, etc) are focused on a particular aspect of natural science, environment science in its broadest sense encompasses all the fields of natural science."

Do you know that "the law of conservation of energy states that energy cannot be created or destroyed"?

We should know how to protect nature and conserve energy. ;)

Monday, 16 March 2009

Photos of inspiring nature :)

Nature inspired all tales of this book.

Thursday, 12 March 2009

3rd part of "The Blow"

I screamed — No!
Started to run and stopped at the river side. Not even the white sand was reflecting any luminosity of the night…
— How could you forget what we had settled?
Said someone, with tearful voice, just a few metres to my right. I looked with fear… my body almost didn't obey and I didn't believe what I was seeing: a woman's face, with long and curly hair, standing up in my direction… but, I couldn't distinguish her face. Due to that I walked to her, but I couldn't get closer, it was like I hadn't moved.
But, I don't remember we had settled anything… sorry.
How?! You don't remember?! We spoke in a dream last Friday…
In a dream… I remembered, as one who opens a window and sees the unexpected, I had dreamed with a woman that I saw at the river one single time, a few days before and, in that dream, I had settled for us to meet at the same hour of the dream, last Friday, at the fluvial beach where we had met.
— I must be crazy!
I said, and ran to her. But, she disappeared and I just heard: — He will kill you.
The man's visage came out from the shadow of the alders, which was thick like black and sweet cotton… and ran to me with something in his hand. Without hesitation, I held a stone and threw it with success! The man stood on the floor seated with his hands on his head… In the meanwhile, I ran to the highest rock of the river, following carefully and always straight up along the river the old track, witness of many failed romances. The voice was running after me: — You played with me! I don't forgive you!
I stopped just before reaching the top, from which it was possible to see the shadow that was covering all the river and I screamed from the top of my lungs: — Where are you? Show yourself…
Until my throat became sore, and because I had screamed too much, my voice was already rough as that of a cock who welcomes the new day of a frozen winter. I just saw a visage, galloping, at the strand… the man was coming at me.
I fell down on my knees… — Now I remember. Forgive me.
My voice left my mouth as a fragile murmur of a terminal patient. Not even all the water on my face was sweat and in my panting chest, the wind was mixed with my breath. — You told me in dreams that you loved me, and after that you forgot me… How was that possible?!...
With the joy of hearing that voice again, mine got slightly stronger: — I didn't believe that I could live a love like this, anymore.
— I'm going to get closer to you… to feel what you feel.
Said that woman who placed her soft hand on my shoulder. I looked at my shoulder and saw her hand… soft and white, and part of the sleeve, white, long and fallen, was it made of silk? I fainted of fear and happiness… and woke up again on my bed… my body was hurting…
— Come to me next Friday, at 8 p.m. at our rock, my love.
I heard the voice brought by the wind and answered: — Certainly my love, I will never forget you.
Then I heard a real voice saying: — I place this photo on your night table, so that you won’t forget me.
The moonlight suddenly appeared and the night became happy with the shinning of the waters of the river. The dream was real.

The end

Another two photos of the river

These are another two photos of the river that inspired two tales of this book! Enjoy! :) Please comment :)

Sunday, 8 March 2009

2nd part of "The Blow"

Suddenly, a stronger breeze of wind passed through my ears and I seemed to hear a voice: — Are you, my love…
In the start of the impossible, I opened my eyes. My chest was jumping, affected by the faster beats of the heart, anguished by the confirmation of the voice brought by the wind.
— It can only be you, my love…
I sat on the bed, took a deep breath and stood more attentive to the sound, of course I couldn't hear anything more than the wind. It was impossible to hear a voice so close…

To loosen up, before returning to bed, I went to the window and on my way there I felt several nuances of heat, some of those hot and humid. From the window I couldn't see anything more, just some shadows, and the trees waving very slowly. I took a deep breath… and said to myself: — Enough of imagination! It's time to rest.
It was then that the wind stopped and on my back I felt someone trying to open the door and heard: — Do not ignore me!
I looked behind and frightened I jumped from the window, stood up and ran to the middle of the bushes of the garden. One shadow was now looking on several directions, through the window, stood in my direction, had a quick jump and told me: — You will not escape!
I fixed the left foot on the floor and, with a jump, I started to run to the forest, the hot air of the night touched my body, I felt the stems cracking under my feet and others on my face. I couldn't neither see around me nor keep away all the stems and it was now hard to hear any noise that came from my persecutor. Maybe it was due to the wind… That started again to blow as if pushing me afterwards.
It was 20 minutes running, as if in an athletics competition. My chest hurt, I couldn't breathe enough and the sweat was falling from my face and spreading all over my body. The sound of the wind, as I was running, slowly merged with the bright and vibrant sound of the nearest river, situated very far away from home. Knowing this, I slowed down. I had to rest. But I stumbled in a trunk that I hadn’t seen, I didn't hurt myself, but fell and heard a strangely creepy and familiar voice too close to me . — I caught you!

Friday, 6 March 2009

A tipical house, in stone, from the Portuguese mountains :-)

Thursday, 5 March 2009

Photos of Alva River

Here are two photos of the river that inspired two of the tales. Enjoy!