#weng

[beolab5]

Pink Flowers - Weng Yuanyuan (翁捲捲)

[adancewithfoxes]

Dear November, glove.

A slight tug on my glove, a little hand hold tight around the bit of glove that they can reach. I look down at the child beside me, they look out over the little garden of the preschool, studying the other kids. “Do you want to go look at what the other kids are doing and maybe join?” I can see the tiny frown of contrition from the child, thinking. They shake their head, no. “Do you want to stand here with me for a while and look at the field with the cows?” I point with my other had at the field where they cows walk around, right beside the preschool. They nod, yes. “Okay” I say and we stand together watching the cows for a while. We don’t say anything, every silence dosen’t need to be occupied by a voice. I can see the child watching the cows, the other children and sometimes me. Our eyes meet, I smile a little secret smile, I get one back. A quick one before they turn their head again. We stand there watching, observing in silence. They morning was loud, a tiny bit chaotic when so many children arrived at the same time. We take a breather, just standing and watching. After a while the child sights and looks at me, expecting something to happen. “Shall we go and swing on the swings?” I ask and a smile and “yes, high” is whispered. The little hand tugs again at my glove, draggin me forward to the swings. 

[eda11y]

Sonnenaufgang by schuetzfritz

[ask-hero-and-she]

Are you older sister or brother and have stupid younger siblings? Do not worry, Wong knows your pain.

[adancewithfoxes]

Dear November, stupid.

It was some time ago that I felt this stulid, I sure have my fair share of moments that isn't so bright but today was a flashback to my early school years.

Spelling and reading is things I have a hard time doing, dyslexia is fun like that. Its not like I can't read, I can and im good at it except for these academic books for school, so many new fancy words my brain take an extra moment to read. When I read a page I concentrate more on how to read the words properly in my head then the actually information it holds.

So getting a lot of new textbooks makes my brain cry a bit, the silverlining in this is that there is a program where it reads the book out loud for me to listen to.

I had a meeting today with a very nice lady that explained this program for me, she was so polite and did a great job but all I could think was "I am to stupid to read a book properly" I could just feel how all the bad thoughts about it all just rolled in, it was like the early school years all over again.

Deep down I know I am not stupid because of my dyslexia, I know Im not alone with it either but it didn't really matter then and there. It won't matter everytime I use that app, even if its my only chance to catch up and properly understand it all.

The feeling of being completely stupid will appear, a slight burning behind my eyes, with a fist held tight I will listen to every word that robotic voice has to say. I won't give up now that I came this far November, I will do the most Swedish thing there is, I will hold my fist in my pocket, shut up and move on with my life.

[adancewithfoxes]

Dear November, here you come again.

There is a pebble in my shoe, poking at the sole of my foot for every step I take. I should take it out but there will be another one in my shoe a minute after I remove the first one, I should tie my shoes too so it doesn't happen at all. But the gravel road between the highroad and my parents house isn't long, I will be there soon, it’s not worth it.  They road is dry when I kick my feet in the pebbles, a small cloud of dust springs to life. It’s never really quiet here on the countryside, instead of voices I hear traktors, machines and animals. The constant working farmers that lay beneath the hill, they are never still. In the summer months the animals get to be outside, cows, calves, bulls, hens with the chickens, the list goes on. Everything comes to life here in the summer. It’s the lack of talking people that I love. When the winds hits my face my nose gets filled with the scent of dried grass, hay. It’s a lovely sent I’ve missed, its a sent of pure summer.  Then the air changes, the bustling noises I hear dies down a bit, the sound from the animals has muffled, I can only hear them a tiny bit from inside the barns when I walk on the gravel road. The pebbles that tried to sneak in to my shoe lay still on the now cold ground. there are no dust clouds dancing in the wind when I kick the pebbles this time.  You are here again November, days has come and left but it brought you here. As always things has changed, both for me and for you. November you don’t bring does cold, cold nights anymore, not like you did when I was a child, when you let the snow fall on my birthday. Instead you cover the ground in temporary blankets that you let the sun pick up in the morning. For me? Yes things are different now, it’s been a journey to where I am. It’s nothing over the top, I started Uni and that’s about it. But I will let you know what has been spinning around in my mind November, it’s so much nonsense you won't believe half of it.  I’m glad that you are back November, it brings a smile to my face when your cold winds hug me again.  

[xmanoel]

O misterio da playlist de Avril

Nos AVE (os trens a Madrid) veñenche cunhas pantaias... Que non serven hlgran cousa.

Teñen 6 peliculas malas... Pero o mais misterioso é a seccion de música. Esta baleira excepto 1 canción:

Que non se pode escoitar. Esta ahi, pero se lle das ó boton, non vai.

Co traductor do movil descubro que...

É dun tal Wang Feng e chámase algo coma "Completo".

A canción ven sendo ista:

Non é demasiado boa.

É coma acabaria o tema dun chino nas pantaias do AVE? Pois bueno, todo o electronico fabricase en China. Supoño que algun empregado seria fan do Wang Feng este e meteu a cancion coma exemplo de recheo. E coma os de Renfe nunca meteron nada ahi, pois ainda sae esto coma estaba na fabrica. 🙂

[adancewithfoxes]

Dear November

I haven't greeted you as I usually do int the beginning of your days, it has simply slipped my mind.

The year has been full if changes, I still look out of the same window but I no longer see the same neighbours as they have moved and new ones has arrived. My attention is also elsewhere as I look at their garden, a tiny human lives with us now and have my devoted attention.

The tiny human is the happiest thing this year as it also have been marked with grief in different shapes.

I wish some things could be changed but at the same time I believe it was meant to be this way no matter how much it hurts. I hate those life lessons.

I hope next year will bring more happiness. Until then November, take care/ Nea