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As a sidenote…

I just started to take this translating my work thing seriously…

Turns out Philosophize in Green! had about 5 typos, some of them kind of worrying.

I’ll use the optimistic card and think most readers just didn’t notice them but…

I can’t help but also saying I am making a really hard job here.

I studied English, and as great as that may be, I have never been to an English-speaking country and…

Well, if you see any typo I’d appreciate that you’d let me know.

Guess I ended up playing the perfectionistic card.

Anyways!

I’ve been uploading the PDF Files of my work, first in Spanish, and, currently, I am translating them and have uploaded two PDFs this far.

And many people do be downloading them…

I am determined to translate it. Correctly.

And thanks to…

LibreOffice Suit.

The great guys at The Document Foundation, now I have got a neat English correction tool.

And Imma use it! 😛 haha.

Sects

Some Fairy.

“Define yourself in three words.”

“Suck my balls.”

For these and other reasons you ended up at DaHouse™

A villa on the outskirts:

—You are a grey Fairy.

—Cool.

—I am a black Fairy.

—Neat.

—The white Fairy is the one who rules this.

—Yummy.

—An acid?

—Only one?

They give you little food. You entered with 240 lbs. You aren’t going to faint!

They also tried to deprieve you from sleep, you told them to fuck off.

—We speak with the dead here.

—We all do?

—What are you talking about!?

—Yes, look. *He takes out his phone and shows WhatsAppPlus™*.

They hurry you:

—Look, you’ve been living here for three weeks now and the white Fairy needs CosmicMoney™.

—Neat, Imma see her.

—Nobody sees the white Fairy!

—Step out of my fucking way.

…

—What a cock you have, Socio.

—Call me TransparentFairy™.

Born Every Minute 05: Poppy Blossom

Raw morphine.

Poppy Blossom.
I cheated, girl:
I didn’t warn you;
This is a one-way trip.

To the eery, to the impossible, to the unreachable.
Fathomless as human soul.

Perfect state of peace,
Even my own death could not disturb me,
For “it”, killed the fear.

I could never imagine such peace;
The world still, quiete,
Every noise a murmur that only wafts.

I only see color, I only smell life.
I don’t know if I am awake or sleeping,
I can live without knowing it, I want, to live without knowing it.

How would I know I am alive? How would I know I did be born?
How would I know what is “Being”?
Now it only matters the peace, the absolute, peace.
I don’t know how much I may have deepened,
But I did erase that blackness.
So it doesn’t matter when it’ll end anymore…

[War Council, Soldier!:
“If you can do it doped; sober you can do it as well or better”].