Урок по езда… №1.

Posted in short stories, writing with tags , on 31.12.2015 by gl0be

Тя живееше, за да живее.
Той – защото не можеше да си отиде.
Тя искаше да намери изгубеното си сърце.
Той – сам го беше дал и не го искаше обратно.

Това не ги спираше да експериментират един с друг, по възможно най-нежния начин, който може да си представи човек.

Нямаше караници – за него всичко беше… не безразлично… по-скоро безрадостно, безцветно, може би дори безсмислено.

Смисълът, който го държеше закотвен, беше да помага на тези хора, които по негова преценка имат нужда от помощта, която може да им даде.

Проблемът беше, че с жена като нея – нямаше как да му е безразлично всичко, та по някое време, след месеци сериозни усилия от нейна страна – защитната му стена някак си се пропука, но не достатъчно.

Не достатъчно, за да влезе тя и да вземе това, което искаше – но достатъчно, за да надникне и да го разбере, поне доколкото разликата в мирогледите им го позволяваше.

След това не се видяха дълго време – нито един от двамата не можеше да повярва напълно случилото се, а и двамата си имаха по един куп други неща, които да обсебват вниманието им и да им запълват времето.

Той отговаряше за звеното на преводачите към бившата държавна сигурност, по настоящем – център за предпазване от вредни вътрешни и външни влияния, към парламента – но основната работа се вършеше от други лица.

Тя беше поет.

Свалката им беше чисто интелектуална, тоест на етап ухажване – през цялата продължителност на връзката, която, за жалост, така и не консумираха.

Но като всяка интелектуална свалка – си беше състезание, сама по себе си.

Кой ще успее да накара другия, без да го кара, разбира се – да сподели повече от това, което чувства, мисли, разбира, желае – това беше основното в тази връзка.

Победители нямаше – и двамата загубиха, печелейки – както става при всяка смислена и безпроблемна комуникация между две човешки същества.

Загубиха частите от себе си, които усетиха, че са били неприятни за другия.

Спечелиха тези части от другия, които успяха да разберат, осмислят като полезни и съответно да приложат като норми в собственото си поведение.

 

Реклами

Спокойно-сладки сънища

Posted in Uncategorized on 16.10.2015 by gl0be

Rule 605. This is what your text will look like. Neat, huh?

за котките и слънчогледите

Спокойно-сладки сънища ти пожелавам
и мисля и мечтая аз за вечерта,
когато лека нощ ще мога да ти пожелая
на яве и на глас в нощта.

Тогава ще те гушна нежно
и ще отместя кичура коса
ще се заслушам тихо във дъха ти
и ще почакам бавно да заспя

И сутринта ти лекичко ще ме събудиш
ще ми прошепнеш нежните слова
на хубавата нощ и дните,
когато ти познаеш любовта.

01.06.2015 г.

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The gods themselves

Posted in short stories with tags on 19.05.2015 by gl0be

Eisendorf sat in his laboratory and thought. It was late at night, but he didn’t mind. He stayed there often, alone with whatever thoughts would fill his mind. Social interactions aggravated him, which is why he kept only a small circle of acquaintances and his two true friends were the rain and the universe itself. He thought about one of them often. The other made him feel at home, whenever it came. He liked to watch the drops form irregular patterns on the windows. His line of thought was never straight, which is why most of his hypotheses were impossible to prove. He wasn’t afraid of this. His own approval was enough. The only things he didn’t like were impossibilities. This is exactly why he gave so much thought to the universe.

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This theory was even wilder than the previous one (that it could be alive, having its own “chemistry” in which stars are like atom nuclei, planets – the electrons), but it was better, good enough to put down in writing.

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It stated:

“Assuming it is infinite, there is no escaping the universe. That doesn’t, however necessarily mean there is nothing outside it. It’s probably just more scarcely populated – a bigger infinity. This would make the universe much like a black hole, which matter can only enter, but can never exit and which is a lot denser than its surroundings. And what could there possibly be at the center of a black hole, but another black hole, even denser. And at the center of that one, there could only be another, yet denser one. If we actually exist inside a sort of a black hole, eventually almost everything would get sucked in towards the denser black hole at the center, and matter flowing outwards towards the edges would automatically get pulled back inwards. However, given the fact that only more matter can enter, but none can exit, at some point in the inner-most black hole the density would become so extreme, that the internal temperature would reach such levels, as for the whole thing to explode. While it can safely be assumed that the laws of physics in such an environment have absolutely nothing to do with the ones we call our own, whatever they are – an explosion, while it might not cause matter to exit the black hole, would nevertheless surely cause energy fluctuations in the outside world. Vibrations. Movement. And that is exactly what could cause the creation of things that could not have existed there before that. Anomalies, assuming the normal state of everything is at rest. This would explain Hawking radiation without allowing matter to exit a black hole. In any case – without movement, what we consider as matter wouldn’t exist. In that sense – everything could be viewed as a vibration or product thereof, and therefore as an anomaly. Still, something has to have had created the first anomaly, for anything to have begun. I’ll work on that later. For now I can assume that if we live inside a black hole, inside another black hole, at some point in the outwards progression, it should be possible for all or most matter inside a black hole to exit, given enough energy from outside. It could even be possible in our universe, under the right conditions. Momentum gives energy to mass. And what better way to destroy the integrity of something than to smash it into something similar at as high a speed as possible? So what happens when two black holes collide at a very high speed? A “big bang”? It is impossible to predict without knowing the internal structure of a black hole, and that we cannot really observe or measure. The whole life of our universe could be a split-second from the life of infinitely large beings, as a product of such a collision in an infinitely big black hole accelerator. In a similar manner, but on a much smaller scale – we could be creating a new “miniverse” with every single collision in our own particle accelerators.”

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If there were gods and they were big – they never cared, he thought gloomily, mainly because they never even knew what they created, as it disappeared before their eyes.

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But if there were and they were small – then all they did was care, the counter-argument came immediately.

And they sacrificed themselves and all they knew in order to restart the universe.

All they knew, however little of it remained.

A poem about poetry is like.. you know.. ,)

Posted in poetry with tags on 27.02.2015 by gl0be

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And poetry is not in vain,

including when it shows some pain,

for it shows feelings, that would yet

be somehow transferred to some pet,

or worse – a person, who deserves them not.

And people like that make the lot.

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It makes it real again, it shows,

and some can make it so in prose…

Whenever written well you feel,

that make-belief can still be. Real.

And being real’s what it’s about –

not being firm, not strong, nor stout.

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Precise and gentle poetry should be,

and out there, still, for all to see…

And it should not be all for pain,

else it would all be simple. Plain…