A small bird flew true my window and sat down. It was no ordinary bird, but such bird flying from place to place and observed and reported, it flew in space and time, and in all dimensions. In some places looking, while in other places telling, such a bird it was. It told me that on his way he had flown over a small red house in the woods with white windows, at a lake at the foot of a mountain. It was tired and needed to rest, so it sat down on the house roof and looked down. There, as the one large family that lived in happy harmony with them self and nature and animals around. So happy all of you are the bird said to the man in the house, yes, that's how we like to be the man replayed , as he spat tobacco and looked out over the water. It must be nice said the bird, and so good that you live. Yes, that's the way we want it to be, replied the lady, as she glanced up toward the mountain, so we want the whole of the real. Yes, it is beautiful here, replied the bird. It must be nice to have such things said the bird; for it is not granted to all people to live like this. No, that we know everything about the man said to the bird, because it has not always been like this . Some time back, we lived separated, disappointed and wounded, with little hope of that happiness was for us. What happened the bird asked? We met each other, and then we knew that we could be happy to. But the road here was not easy, it was long and winding but when we first came here, no one can ever get us apart again. When the bird was rested it flew further on its journey, and it was when it decided to stop with me. Now that the story was told he flew out again, while I was sitting back wondering why it stopped with me. I think the little bird wanted tell me that whoever believes hard enough and holding out, finally find the gold that lies at the end of the rainbow.
This is so poorly written that it has a childish charm to it. This piece reads like English is not your first language at all. Coming form a 42 year old you must be really illiterate or from a non-English speaking country. Paragraphs would help out a lot. I had to strain to read though this jumble of words, really. I like how you tell the story from the birds prospective and how, by doing that, you get to struggle along side the family in the red house. Overall, like I said earlier, this piece is charming because it is sloppy and childish in it's technicalities. If you would have tried harder to be serious with this in presentation it would have lost it's childish charm and thereby completely failed to connect with me at all, on any level. Thanks for sharing.
haha, ty, its translated with google soo i can understand what u say, it lost it in that prosess, but ty anyway :hurray:
it was a crazy idea, i see that now,, it lost the beuty. I cant play words in english like i do in Norwegian, to bad, but i wont try againe :groupwave:
