Tuesday, March 29, 2005

...response is negative, responsibility none...

...como como was like he´s pretty happy having me writing this blog diary for him...he was like it seems that it is me who is behind all this como como stuff and no como como ever exists...well, only in case they would not like it, como!!!...but let me be little bit serious...few days ago, we were talking with como como about this writing and so, and como was afraid whether we can do this a bit authentic...i said it´s alright because my poor english makes so so authentic anyway...but still, it´s gonna be little bit more of me right here because i feel it´s ok to tell you how we are working on this...i really have no part in the creation process, and i only keep on trying to translate it the best possible way and send it to an english speaking world wherever it might be...and because i really have no part in como como storytelling, i am not one of his characters nor any of his characters knows me or speaks about me, so i feel the right to take a share, and say something off record...it´s been some time since the very first story by como como, but it was sleeping somewhere, few years maybe even in como´s head, then it got to paper, then to a drawer, and years were passing by...i didn´t know como como is such a writer...alright, i wasn´t surprised but i didn´t know it for a long time...one day i met como somewhere in town, on a street, in a shop, i don´t remember, but what i do remember it was the sky that day...it was clear blue, no clouds...right, if any, it was one little white cloud, such a blur, you know...it´s not that important, especially when i´m thinking about it just now, the simpsons-like summer sky is the only recall...whatever, but i´m pretty sure you know what kind of day i´m talking about...and...yes...i met como that day, after three or four years, it was in my home town, and we were in the same class...so we got the same memories of days gone when we were eight to fourteen...then, we were not seeing each other more than three times a year, which sounds sad but was not, because knew about each other pretty well...and i am not able to explain how...maybe it´s because we were friends...once we were living our lives at least five six hours at school everyday, we were friends...we started different schools, we were fifteen, still friends but not seeing each other...it was strange because there was no talking, and there always were so many things to speak about...but my friend was missing...alright, i was missing my friend but remember, it´s me who is writing now some kind of story so i can be like a tough guy...but to make it short, it might have already happened to you, that at the certain age you are like you are recalling things and situations when you were a litle kid, growing up with the school folks...you can catch yourself trying to recall every single face of that guys...you can, you can´t, and you feel pretty bad because you want it back...all those times without worries about future and so...in the mood like that i met como como, and i have to say that we were staring at each other but felt like...impressed...because we were friends and we were thinking about each other...and we knew that we are changing day by day we don´t see each other, but we were trying to picture something the other one of us does all that time...that day i´m writing about, i wanted to see something out of the city...como como joined me...for a smoke, and the second and so...and we started talking like there was nothing between today and those days...
...como como is right about one thing...if i call the time between today and those days nothing, it might be true...but, do we want nothing to be a huge part of our lives?...response is negative, responsibility none...i´m looking at my watch, my internet credit is over...at least something more...as i told you, i´m doing lot of translations, and when i have some done, i take a bus and a walk to this internet cafe...i´ve got a funny story about it...i have some translations with me today, but i wanted to say that como como agrees that my creative part in this might be a short introduction to the stories about the world of como como...next time, i will have to get some intro started...

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