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~venus one~ Monday,
19th April 2004
Venus One, Pollentia Village ~ Bay of Alcudia, Mallorca, Spain. this is our address for the next two weeks. smile. and yes, it is as nice as its sounds. we were lucky, the bungalow that waited for us has a view to the pool on one side, and a view to a pond on the other side.
three palm trees in front of our terrace and little pink flowers. some birds nesting in the roof, their chirping and the wind whispering is all you hear at the moment. wooden chairs, a round desk. a good place to work, to read, to write and the words are already there, scribbled on paper they wait for me. they started to flow in the plane, at seven something, while i watched clouds passing bye.
"It is true what they said. There are more than a hundred kinds of white. Shaded white. Light white. Blue white. Scattered white. Hazy white. Dark white. Reflected white. Soft white. Feather white. White like snow. White like ice. White like clouds seen from above. She drinks all the whites in, wishing she knew the names for them." smile. just sketches yet. but this is what i want to try: to work from words i write down while i am not at my desk. i have a story with me, waiting to be typed and edited since two weeks. the notes for it, i scribbled them on my way to Copenhagen. a story that is so strange, i never could have written it at my desk. sometimes life is stranger than fiction... ~~~~~~ next: rain
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