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To: N who wrote (2756)	2/13/1999 5:00:00 AM
From: nihil	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 13015

Anyone wish a translation?

To: N who wrote (2756)	2/28/1999 11:54:00 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13015

I sleep.If I dream, I do not know on waking Fernando Pessoa (1933) I sleep.If I dream, I do not know on waking What it was I dreamt. I sleep. If I do not dream, I waken In an open space I do not recognize, because I woke To what I still don't know. What's best is neither dreaming nor not dreaming And never waking. -------===========------- <g>[life is a dream,eh?] -------===========------- Autopsycholography Fernando Pessoa (1931) O poeta é um fingidor. Finge tão completamente Que chega a fingir que é dor A dor que deveras sente. E os que lêem o que escreve, Na dor lida sentem bem, Nao as duas que ele teve, Mas só a que eles não têm. E assim nas calhas de roda Gira, a entreter a razão, Esse comboio de corda Que se chama o coração. -------===========-------

To: N who wrote (2756)	3/2/1999 8:51:00 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13015

The Cry Mohawk Creation-Peter Blue Cloud It was all darkness and always had been. There was nothing there forever. Creation was a tiny seed awaiting a dream. The dream came to be because of the cry. A howling cry which was an echo in the emptiness of nothing. The cry was very lonely and caused the dream to turn over in its sleep. The dream did not want to awaken,but the crying would not stop. Well, thought the dream, opening its mind, so now I am awake and there is something. The dream floated above itself and looked into its mind. It wanted to see what the cry was. What it saw was a dream within its own dreaming. And that other dream was Creation. And Creation was the cry seeking to begin something, but it didn't know what, and that is why it cried. So the original dream lifted the Creation dream from its mind and set it free. Then it went to the other end of nothing and let itself go back to dreamless sleep. Creation floated all over the nothing, dreaming of all the things it would do. Its dreaming was interrupted often by crying. So, it wasn't me crying after all, Creation thought. Then it thought again, but it is me because I dreamed it. So, I have begun Creation with a cry. When I begin to create the universe, I must remember to give the cry a very special place, Perhaps I'll call the cry Coyote.