Post by jim on Dec 21, 2013 15:24:46 GMT -5
This story haunt`s me since many years . This is a "light version " of it ,cause my English was to poor for all these things .
The oriinal story was published in the book "Sweet home under white clouds" by Jim Robin , © "Frost/Robin releases" , all rights reserved.
Love , Jim
Bazinga 10 : "Animals ,Pink Floyd"
"A few steps with Kihdiatouline"
1 . Kihdiatouline was a young swan .Day after day , he swam on this neverending -seeming dark sea . He learned that everything he needed was in it ,everything
he drank and ate came from it - hum... he learned also that he better not let water out the same time as he let water in . He did it a few times , and it somehow tasted
strange...
Kihdiatouline almost knew nothing , but as he was alone , it was -almost - not that important anyway .
He knew how to get something to eat , and even if he never really saw what he was fishing out the sea, he was smiling .He didnt knew this , but it was not that important anyway .
Karlo was a big fat cat .He was living on a little island and watched at the horizont , day in , day out.
Karlo knew almost everything , and he found everything he was needing in a box which was laying on his feets. He only had to ask for something, to open ,
and to put it out. The only rule was that he should never asking for something alive . He never did , even he had no idea what of would happen then ...
He also didnt knew how the whole thing worked , but it was not that important for him , anyway .
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2. Kihdiatouline swam a few times around the island ,starring at these strange creature who was sitting on it . He never saw a similar person ... In reallity , he never met
anybody , he did not even knew how HE looked like ... From time to time, he saw his face in the water , but as he didnt really care , he never really thougt about this .
The bird suddenly stopped and asked :
"Where is your mum ?"
Karlo didnt answer , but now he at least seemed took notice of the stranger .And before Karlo could say a word , the swan said :
" My name is "Kihdiatouline " , an what is yours?"
-"Im Karlo" , and im a cat. And what are you ? Karlo knew exactly what Kihdiatouline was ..., but e was pretty sure that this bird didnt ...
Karlo didnt reply to the first question ,instead he put a strange thing out of the box , and it was obvious that Kihdiatouline was strangled by curiosity ...
Before the bird could ask , Karlo said in a somehow conceited manner :
"This is a music box".
But the swan didnt show any interrest anymore :
"Oh ,i know what "music" is !" , yelled Kihdiatouline.
- "Really?" Whispered Karlo ... The irony in his voice was well-hidden , but not enough .
"Yes", answered the bird proudly , " My mum used to sing us a lullaby when where nervous . I never saw my brothers ,they were in there eggs, and i dont know what
happened to them . I guess they are in these "Paris" or "Londen".
-"London" , Kihdia, London, not Londen" ,whispered Karlo.
"yes. Strange name for a sea ... Or Paris ... Did you ever got there , Karlo?"
- "Hum... What were the name of your brothers ? " Asked Karlo .
" I forgot , replyed the bird".Is it important? HE... Maybe youve meet one of them ? " Replyed the swan ."In "Paris" or "Londen" ?
Karlo said nothing .
Kihdiatouline ´s eyes turned to two black holes , so Karlo found that it was maybe safer to shut-up ....
But were and how in the thousand lakes names did a swan heard about London or Paris ?
And then the little bird began to sing :
"I'm tired, so tired, I can hardly stand I can't breathe in the air in this sea tonight. It's taken everything I had to give And now I just wanna get out of here
But I won't be sorry if you won't be And I don't want your pity or your sympathy But for forty-five dollars I can make it You wait and see
It's not as if I was just anybody On Broadway I danced ,they know me in Londen and they know me in Paris ,I'm only talkin' 'cause you looked like you needed a friend
And I won't be sorry if you won't be And I don't want your pity or your sympathy But with forty-five dollars I'm half-wayout of the the sea ."
"Karlo ,What is a "friend" ?" Kihdiatouline asked .
But the cat was speechless . Kihdiatouline didnt wait for an answer anway, he obviously had better things to do .
Karlo watched the swan "eating" . It was somehow like an watching to an accident . The bird "fished" an animal out , and what followed was a firework of flesh pieces
and blood-drops .
Hum ... Maybe it was the right time to show Kihdiatouline that fish can be eaten warm and slowly , with "niveau" (What ever THAT means ...) and a good wine.
And so the catastrophe walked in . With almost invisible steps , but she came closer .
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4. .
Karlo asked for a bottle of "red nectar" , 2 glasses , plates with forks , knives and a big white sheet , and "plop" , the box was full.
Karlo expect a cascade of questions , but Kihdiatouline , obviously nervous and fouriosly curious , didnt said a word . He reminds Karlo a young cat , who`s curiosity
was so big,so strong , that the consequences would never be more than a short look in a hole . You know that its dark and rather deep, but you somehow dont care .Karlo
saw exactly this expression on Kihdiatouline` face . Exactly this one.
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Karlo was chasing a bee trough the large corridors of a big house in London where he was living with his parents and with an army of brothers and sisters. He never could
count them exactly , cause they were always in movement, and after a while, he stoped trying. It was not that important anyway .
It was the beginning of the spring , and the bee lost herself in these neverending seeming corridors . And took Karlo with .
Karlo was a young cat , and even if he didnt knew anything about fear and loneliness , to get so far away from the safety of mummy was new for him .
But this strange feeling was secondary ,cause this flying creature was so attractive ,so mysterious ,that even mummys words :" Karlo ,always count your steps
when you leave the nest alone , then there is something in here who loves little cats .Something wich you should better NOT meet."Were not loud enough .
Her eyes got strangely dark , and her voice was almost like a whisper :"Never more than 100 steps away,remember this".
But who ever listen to Mum ? And : what does that mean , 100 steps ? Who can run and count his steps at the same time ?!
And suddenly he saw it.In was in the middle of one of the countless rooms of this corridors . But here the door was open .
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5 .
Karlo put the white sheet on the floor ,. ( Although he knew it woulnt stay clean for long ...) , then the bottle , the glasses and plates... But suddenly he realized that
the bird had no hands , and that the only way he saw was ... To feed him . Ok .That announced to get funny...
Then , he filled the glasses until they turned red and the bird couldnt be quit anymore :
" Karlo, they are lookin like when the big ball goes sleeping at the end of the day . Guess we should drink this .Maybe our eyes will glow like these ... "glasses"? Right?"
Said the swan.
Karlo was not sure if Kihdiatouline wasnt seriously kidding him .But he must admit that the bird knew exacily how to make a comparison between drinkin and breathing ...
-"Kihdia , this is for drinking..."
Karlo took one glass in his "hand" , hit slowly the other and said :" Glowing ?"
The bird didnt really know what to do now , but his neck got longer and longer and aftter a short while he dived his mouthpiece into the "nectar" , but not without letting
Karlo out of sight only one second ...
So as the sun goes slowly but surely in direction purple , the guys ate and talked a lot as they drank . A lot.
And very soon , the island got to small for all these bottles ... So Karlo had an idea :instead of putting them all as for usual back in the box , he ...
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6 Karlo knew that this were extremely dangerous , he also knew deep inside that it was not very klever , but as the bee disapeared a few times inside and nothing
happened ...
So the little cat climbed along the box were the bee must hide herself . He didnt heard her anymore , but she must being there , she must ...
She certainly was waiting until the "monster" looses the interrest .But that was counting without "Karlo" , one of the best hunters ever .
It was very dark in here , but everybody knows that cats has no problems with the darkness . But a little voice called "fear" told him from the bottom of his perception
that he better should give up .
-" Wait a minute" , he said, "i gess i see her." Karlo´s eyes got bigger and bigger , and his neck got as long as the one from a swan .
But he still didnt see her , he needed to get a bit closer . Just a little bit . Closer .
It was so dark here .Even the little voice in him seem to hide in brighter places .
And finally the darkness swallowed Karlo .
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7
... Kihdiatouline watched him whispering something in the box .He felt a bit strange , in fact he never felt like this before , his cheeks were so warm ... Then he was ,for the
of his life , even if he didnt really reallized it , drunked.
Ho, Karlo was also rather drunked , but , as the first Fireflys flew out of the box ,dancing in the falling sun`s decay a sarabande of lights, a crack suddenly appears
under his feets , and it was not the fault of the wine .
She was there.
And she obviously was there all these years . A prisonner like him , and she looked deep in Karlos eyes .
Karlo knew that she was the key , the only possibility to leave this place .
In the same time , Kihdiatouline tryed to catch some fireflyes . He was enchanted , charmed , and even completly drunked , swam really fast around the little island ,
shouting screams of joy as Karlo starred in the box .
The cat knew that the litlles mouvement could frightend the bee ,and it was a wonder that she obviously wasnt by the screams of Kihdiatouline .
The swan was as happy as much as the word "happy" could express , and he forgot "Londen" , the "lullaby" , his own being and everything wich had ever to do with it.
Surrounded by all these ligths , he didnt felt anymore . What a joy .
Karlo was now so far away , but said very slowly in the box :
-" Do you think there is as chance for us ?" -"Do you think there is a way back home ?" -" I mean , we didnt do anything wrong ..." -"Why dont you say something ?"
She pointed her black eyes in Karlo`s and now he realized now why she didnt hide as she heard Kihdiatouline .
She was old . Her body was dry and her eyes ... She looked somehow ... Freezed .
These eyes looked deep into Karlos . The cat didnt know if these were really realy alive .But they were there .
Then she fell . Into the dakness . And without a sound ,she touched the dust ,and Karlo jumped after her , and for the first time in his life , he was couting.His steps .
Kihdiatouline was now trying to spread his wings, but it dint really help . In reallity , it looked rather ridicoulous . So he just followed swimming this lightning cloud , until
they both fade away.
First to a visible point in the far , then to an very little one .And then , after a while , the darkness came back.
Karlo was free-falling now , and he guessed that he would be soon as fast as the bee .But he wasnt.
He didnt even see her flying , but HE did .Flying.
8
The very next morning , i woke up sitting on a barstool .
Little wawes were hiting the shore on a mirror who hanged over the bar.
My neighbour said :
"Hey!" "A strange weather for this period of the year" ... " Is that a feather ? I never saw such a big one..."
"Hey!, do you want to come with me for a last drink ?" My flat is just a few blocks away ... And then she looked deep inside her empty glass , and wihspered :"
What have we done to the water .. ?" ...And she leaved this place .
But i didt really listen to her ,cause i tryed to have a conversation with the horizont .
But this one only smiled to me.,
Day in , day out.
Ha , right , Karlo : after all these years on this damned island ,and for the first time in his life , he was flying. And just now , he was completly drunked ... But for the first
time since ages, he smiled .
Even when smiling is not that what it was anymore.
Karlo:
Kihdiatouline :
The box :
The oriinal story was published in the book "Sweet home under white clouds" by Jim Robin , © "Frost/Robin releases" , all rights reserved.
Love , Jim
Bazinga 10 : "Animals ,Pink Floyd"
"A few steps with Kihdiatouline"
1 . Kihdiatouline was a young swan .Day after day , he swam on this neverending -seeming dark sea . He learned that everything he needed was in it ,everything
he drank and ate came from it - hum... he learned also that he better not let water out the same time as he let water in . He did it a few times , and it somehow tasted
strange...
Kihdiatouline almost knew nothing , but as he was alone , it was -almost - not that important anyway .
He knew how to get something to eat , and even if he never really saw what he was fishing out the sea, he was smiling .He didnt knew this , but it was not that important anyway .
Karlo was a big fat cat .He was living on a little island and watched at the horizont , day in , day out.
Karlo knew almost everything , and he found everything he was needing in a box which was laying on his feets. He only had to ask for something, to open ,
and to put it out. The only rule was that he should never asking for something alive . He never did , even he had no idea what of would happen then ...
He also didnt knew how the whole thing worked , but it was not that important for him , anyway .
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
2. Kihdiatouline swam a few times around the island ,starring at these strange creature who was sitting on it . He never saw a similar person ... In reallity , he never met
anybody , he did not even knew how HE looked like ... From time to time, he saw his face in the water , but as he didnt really care , he never really thougt about this .
The bird suddenly stopped and asked :
"Where is your mum ?"
Karlo didnt answer , but now he at least seemed took notice of the stranger .And before Karlo could say a word , the swan said :
" My name is "Kihdiatouline " , an what is yours?"
-"Im Karlo" , and im a cat. And what are you ? Karlo knew exactly what Kihdiatouline was ..., but e was pretty sure that this bird didnt ...
Karlo didnt reply to the first question ,instead he put a strange thing out of the box , and it was obvious that Kihdiatouline was strangled by curiosity ...
Before the bird could ask , Karlo said in a somehow conceited manner :
"This is a music box".
But the swan didnt show any interrest anymore :
"Oh ,i know what "music" is !" , yelled Kihdiatouline.
- "Really?" Whispered Karlo ... The irony in his voice was well-hidden , but not enough .
"Yes", answered the bird proudly , " My mum used to sing us a lullaby when where nervous . I never saw my brothers ,they were in there eggs, and i dont know what
happened to them . I guess they are in these "Paris" or "Londen".
-"London" , Kihdia, London, not Londen" ,whispered Karlo.
"yes. Strange name for a sea ... Or Paris ... Did you ever got there , Karlo?"
- "Hum... What were the name of your brothers ? " Asked Karlo .
" I forgot , replyed the bird".Is it important? HE... Maybe youve meet one of them ? " Replyed the swan ."In "Paris" or "Londen" ?
Karlo said nothing .
Kihdiatouline ´s eyes turned to two black holes , so Karlo found that it was maybe safer to shut-up ....
But were and how in the thousand lakes names did a swan heard about London or Paris ?
And then the little bird began to sing :
"I'm tired, so tired, I can hardly stand I can't breathe in the air in this sea tonight. It's taken everything I had to give And now I just wanna get out of here
But I won't be sorry if you won't be And I don't want your pity or your sympathy But for forty-five dollars I can make it You wait and see
It's not as if I was just anybody On Broadway I danced ,they know me in Londen and they know me in Paris ,I'm only talkin' 'cause you looked like you needed a friend
And I won't be sorry if you won't be And I don't want your pity or your sympathy But with forty-five dollars I'm half-wayout of the the sea ."
"Karlo ,What is a "friend" ?" Kihdiatouline asked .
But the cat was speechless . Kihdiatouline didnt wait for an answer anway, he obviously had better things to do .
Karlo watched the swan "eating" . It was somehow like an watching to an accident . The bird "fished" an animal out , and what followed was a firework of flesh pieces
and blood-drops .
Hum ... Maybe it was the right time to show Kihdiatouline that fish can be eaten warm and slowly , with "niveau" (What ever THAT means ...) and a good wine.
And so the catastrophe walked in . With almost invisible steps , but she came closer .
........................................................
4. .
Karlo asked for a bottle of "red nectar" , 2 glasses , plates with forks , knives and a big white sheet , and "plop" , the box was full.
Karlo expect a cascade of questions , but Kihdiatouline , obviously nervous and fouriosly curious , didnt said a word . He reminds Karlo a young cat , who`s curiosity
was so big,so strong , that the consequences would never be more than a short look in a hole . You know that its dark and rather deep, but you somehow dont care .Karlo
saw exactly this expression on Kihdiatouline` face . Exactly this one.
-----------------------------------------------------.
Karlo was chasing a bee trough the large corridors of a big house in London where he was living with his parents and with an army of brothers and sisters. He never could
count them exactly , cause they were always in movement, and after a while, he stoped trying. It was not that important anyway .
It was the beginning of the spring , and the bee lost herself in these neverending seeming corridors . And took Karlo with .
Karlo was a young cat , and even if he didnt knew anything about fear and loneliness , to get so far away from the safety of mummy was new for him .
But this strange feeling was secondary ,cause this flying creature was so attractive ,so mysterious ,that even mummys words :" Karlo ,always count your steps
when you leave the nest alone , then there is something in here who loves little cats .Something wich you should better NOT meet."Were not loud enough .
Her eyes got strangely dark , and her voice was almost like a whisper :"Never more than 100 steps away,remember this".
But who ever listen to Mum ? And : what does that mean , 100 steps ? Who can run and count his steps at the same time ?!
And suddenly he saw it.In was in the middle of one of the countless rooms of this corridors . But here the door was open .
............................................................................
5 .
Karlo put the white sheet on the floor ,. ( Although he knew it woulnt stay clean for long ...) , then the bottle , the glasses and plates... But suddenly he realized that
the bird had no hands , and that the only way he saw was ... To feed him . Ok .That announced to get funny...
Then , he filled the glasses until they turned red and the bird couldnt be quit anymore :
" Karlo, they are lookin like when the big ball goes sleeping at the end of the day . Guess we should drink this .Maybe our eyes will glow like these ... "glasses"? Right?"
Said the swan.
Karlo was not sure if Kihdiatouline wasnt seriously kidding him .But he must admit that the bird knew exacily how to make a comparison between drinkin and breathing ...
-"Kihdia , this is for drinking..."
Karlo took one glass in his "hand" , hit slowly the other and said :" Glowing ?"
The bird didnt really know what to do now , but his neck got longer and longer and aftter a short while he dived his mouthpiece into the "nectar" , but not without letting
Karlo out of sight only one second ...
So as the sun goes slowly but surely in direction purple , the guys ate and talked a lot as they drank . A lot.
And very soon , the island got to small for all these bottles ... So Karlo had an idea :instead of putting them all as for usual back in the box , he ...
-------------------------------------------------------
6 Karlo knew that this were extremely dangerous , he also knew deep inside that it was not very klever , but as the bee disapeared a few times inside and nothing
happened ...
So the little cat climbed along the box were the bee must hide herself . He didnt heard her anymore , but she must being there , she must ...
She certainly was waiting until the "monster" looses the interrest .But that was counting without "Karlo" , one of the best hunters ever .
It was very dark in here , but everybody knows that cats has no problems with the darkness . But a little voice called "fear" told him from the bottom of his perception
that he better should give up .
-" Wait a minute" , he said, "i gess i see her." Karlo´s eyes got bigger and bigger , and his neck got as long as the one from a swan .
But he still didnt see her , he needed to get a bit closer . Just a little bit . Closer .
It was so dark here .Even the little voice in him seem to hide in brighter places .
And finally the darkness swallowed Karlo .
------------------------------------------------------
7
... Kihdiatouline watched him whispering something in the box .He felt a bit strange , in fact he never felt like this before , his cheeks were so warm ... Then he was ,for the
of his life , even if he didnt really reallized it , drunked.
Ho, Karlo was also rather drunked , but , as the first Fireflys flew out of the box ,dancing in the falling sun`s decay a sarabande of lights, a crack suddenly appears
under his feets , and it was not the fault of the wine .
She was there.
And she obviously was there all these years . A prisonner like him , and she looked deep in Karlos eyes .
Karlo knew that she was the key , the only possibility to leave this place .
In the same time , Kihdiatouline tryed to catch some fireflyes . He was enchanted , charmed , and even completly drunked , swam really fast around the little island ,
shouting screams of joy as Karlo starred in the box .
The cat knew that the litlles mouvement could frightend the bee ,and it was a wonder that she obviously wasnt by the screams of Kihdiatouline .
The swan was as happy as much as the word "happy" could express , and he forgot "Londen" , the "lullaby" , his own being and everything wich had ever to do with it.
Surrounded by all these ligths , he didnt felt anymore . What a joy .
Karlo was now so far away , but said very slowly in the box :
-" Do you think there is as chance for us ?" -"Do you think there is a way back home ?" -" I mean , we didnt do anything wrong ..." -"Why dont you say something ?"
She pointed her black eyes in Karlo`s and now he realized now why she didnt hide as she heard Kihdiatouline .
She was old . Her body was dry and her eyes ... She looked somehow ... Freezed .
These eyes looked deep into Karlos . The cat didnt know if these were really realy alive .But they were there .
Then she fell . Into the dakness . And without a sound ,she touched the dust ,and Karlo jumped after her , and for the first time in his life , he was couting.His steps .
Kihdiatouline was now trying to spread his wings, but it dint really help . In reallity , it looked rather ridicoulous . So he just followed swimming this lightning cloud , until
they both fade away.
First to a visible point in the far , then to an very little one .And then , after a while , the darkness came back.
Karlo was free-falling now , and he guessed that he would be soon as fast as the bee .But he wasnt.
He didnt even see her flying , but HE did .Flying.
8
The very next morning , i woke up sitting on a barstool .
Little wawes were hiting the shore on a mirror who hanged over the bar.
My neighbour said :
"Hey!" "A strange weather for this period of the year" ... " Is that a feather ? I never saw such a big one..."
"Hey!, do you want to come with me for a last drink ?" My flat is just a few blocks away ... And then she looked deep inside her empty glass , and wihspered :"
What have we done to the water .. ?" ...And she leaved this place .
But i didt really listen to her ,cause i tryed to have a conversation with the horizont .
But this one only smiled to me.,
Day in , day out.
Ha , right , Karlo : after all these years on this damned island ,and for the first time in his life , he was flying. And just now , he was completly drunked ... But for the first
time since ages, he smiled .
Even when smiling is not that what it was anymore.
Karlo:
Kihdiatouline :
The box :