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A Angela Azevedo jornalista, professora, fotógrafa e fundadora do projecto "Tiny Tales" foi a nossa oradora.
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Angela Azevedo journalist, teacher, photographer, and founder of "Tiny Tales" was our speaker. The event was sponsored by Gira Terra Oficina de Artes, and Senzu Coffee.
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A Angela Azevedo jornalista, professora, fotógrafa e fundadora do projecto "Tiny Tales" foi a nossa oradora.
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Angela Azevedo journalist, teacher, photographer, and founder of "Tiny Tales" was our speaker. The event was sponsored by Gira Terra Oficina de Artes, and Senzu Coffee.
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A Angela Azevedo jornalista, professora, fotógrafa e fundadora do projecto "Tiny Tales" foi a nossa oradora.
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Angela Azevedo journalist, teacher, photographer, and founder of "Tiny Tales" was our speaker. The event was sponsored by Gira Terra Oficina de Artes, and Senzu Coffee.
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A Angela Azevedo jornalista, professora, fotógrafa e fundadora do projecto "Tiny Tales" foi a nossa oradora.
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Angela Azevedo journalist, teacher, photographer, and founder of "Tiny Tales" was our speaker. The event was sponsored by Gira Terra Oficina de Artes, and Senzu Coffee.
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Mooching behind the mysterious Raisin is the Tiny Edward Saturday, also mooching. He is deep into his 'follow that man' mission. Tiny looks resplendent with his waxed moustache (well understood to be the most facile element of disguise). One of them has started whistling from a selection of Harry Lime's "Happy Harry Themes". Suddenly, and quite deliberately, El Raisin stops. He waits outside the Excelsior Turf Bureau, just at that moment the coincidental postman steps out. Tiny gasps as he overhears an unheard-of suggestion which clearly cannot lie within reason. But possibly close behind it.
A Angela Azevedo jornalista, professora, fotógrafa e fundadora do projecto "Tiny Tales" foi a nossa oradora.
O evento foi patrocinado pela Gira Terra Oficina de Artes, e pelo Senzu Coffee.
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Angela Azevedo journalist, teacher, photographer, and founder of "Tiny Tales" was our speaker. The event was sponsored by Gira Terra Oficina de Artes, and Senzu Coffee.
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A Angela Azevedo jornalista, professora, fotógrafa e fundadora do projecto "Tiny Tales" foi a nossa oradora.
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Angela Azevedo journalist, teacher, photographer, and founder of "Tiny Tales" was our speaker. The event was sponsored by Gira Terra Oficina de Artes, and Senzu Coffee.
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A Angela Azevedo jornalista, professora, fotógrafa e fundadora do projecto "Tiny Tales" foi a nossa oradora.
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Angela Azevedo journalist, teacher, photographer, and founder of "Tiny Tales" was our speaker. The event was sponsored by Gira Terra Oficina de Artes, and Senzu Coffee.
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A Angela Azevedo jornalista, professora, fotógrafa e fundadora do projecto "Tiny Tales" foi a nossa oradora.
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Angela Azevedo journalist, teacher, photographer, and founder of "Tiny Tales" was our speaker. The event was sponsored by Gira Terra Oficina de Artes, and Senzu Coffee.
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A Angela Azevedo jornalista, professora, fotógrafa e fundadora do projecto "Tiny Tales" foi a nossa oradora.
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Angela Azevedo journalist, teacher, photographer, and founder of "Tiny Tales" was our speaker. The event was sponsored by Gira Terra Oficina de Artes, and Senzu Coffee.
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Encased within the sphere's clear walls,
A miniature world, where twilight falls.
Turrets and spires in silhouette stand,
A tiny village, grand and grand.
Glowing windows, a mosaic of light,
A beacon of warmth against the night.
Trees stand guard, in this realm so small,
A testament to the beauty of the all.
Fog rolls in, a mystical tide,
Shrouding the village where secrets abide.
The crystal sphere, a world apart,
Holds a civilization, a work of art.
This orb of magic, upon the stand,
Captures a story, not yet spanned.
A world within a world, so still,
Alive with dreams that time can't kill.
Let your imagination take the flight,
Through the glass, into the night.
A village sleeps, yet lives in fame,
Within the sphere, a captured flame.
So peer inside, and you may find,
A reflection of your own heart and mind.
For in this globe, the enigma lies,
A miniature world, under the vast skies.
A Angela Azevedo jornalista, professora, fotógrafa e fundadora do projecto "Tiny Tales" foi a nossa oradora.
O evento foi patrocinado pela Gira Terra Oficina de Artes, e pelo Senzu Coffee.
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Angela Azevedo journalist, teacher, photographer, and founder of "Tiny Tales" was our speaker. The event was sponsored by Gira Terra Oficina de Artes, and Senzu Coffee.
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A Angela Azevedo jornalista, professora, fotógrafa e fundadora do projecto "Tiny Tales" foi a nossa oradora.
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Angela Azevedo journalist, teacher, photographer, and founder of "Tiny Tales" was our speaker. The event was sponsored by Gira Terra Oficina de Artes, and Senzu Coffee.
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In his constant struggle to maintain efficient beard growth for sagacious stroking (the Tiny beard covers his whole body and he makes it silky when he sleeps), he is happy to push himself to achieve feats. Recently this has drawn him to the whimsical world of competitive dreaming. Today he will undertake a snoozing duel with the champion Easygoing Chiba. This aloof and hard to find cat can slumber each of his many eyes independently. But Tiny is no snorey slouch either, he has learned to control the relative gravity of his forehead, causing his head to droop and his eyelids to gain density. The walk is relaxing and the pavement is tiring. Tiny Edward Saturday falls fast asleep and flies into a formidable hypnogogic shapeshifting trance.
Imagine if you suddenly discovered a trapdoor in your room, embroidered with a saxophone. Tiny Edward Saturday was presented with this tremendous surprise, he grasped it firmly and with pleasure. Taking a look in the unexpected basement he found a marvellous box. This container was marked Wang Components and it blinked all over. Tiny knew an opportunity when he saw one and, wisely, he stored all his triangular words inside this retro-technical container, so they couldn't escape.
Patiently, the tiny feet of Tiny Edward Saturday tip-tapped through all the western towns, before he peered through the window of his new favourite restaurant. The menu only contains one entry. Its not a pudding, its not a soup, its not a meal at all. This restaurant simply serves a most incredible condiment: Hazy Vinegar. Just a dash and the diner will float, a little, but watch out if you see a fish because that could make you trip back up. Tiny saw there was a considerable wait for a table but you cannot turn a Saturday away from his true intention. Tiny made a booking, a table for one, and a very pleasant surprise for when he has forgotten.
Tiny Edward Saturday is conducting a map test, and today his map takes him to Ripplewood Falls. An eccentric hotel no doubt, and naturally Tiny asked for the oddest room. Luckily for him he was speaking directly to the owner - Pope Tawadros II, and fortunately for him, they instantly became great friends. The Pope took him upstairs, whereupon an unexpected steeply rising up-ticking could be heard. 'Please excuse my WITCH pulse generator'. 'No problem at all' said Tiny and he settled into his room. He soon found the joke soap and started the blurry-hand dance. Another map test passed.
Seriously though, you can see stuff that is a really long way away using eyes. Tiny Edward Saturday chose to have 2 eyes because he loves them that much. The eyes he selected are amongst the toughest to control of all his seven senses. They draw light into themselves with such a terrific hunger that should he forget his eye training and fail to exercise the correct muscular control that they require, then Tiny's eyes have the power to turn a brightly lit room into a mystery of shadows, and a shadowy room might just disappear altogether.
The guest star of this tale is Prince Myshkin, a boy who exists in the rest of the universe where Tiny Edward Saturday is not. Myshkin heard some really curious noises from afar. His curiosity knows no limits and accepts no substitutes, so he climbed over the horizon to take a look. He found a circle of Nabobs, blowing trumpets and feasting. "Whats up?" asks the Prince. "Please be aware that what we are about to reveal can only be used on the dark side of the world. Look very closely and you will find section 4 in the Policy Manual will perhaps plainly state policy". "Awesome" says Prince Myshkin.
Many many times Tiny Edward Saturday has said to himself - I'd really like a van. It turns out there is already a marvellous van in his life and it belongs to Tiny Tony Fernando and his Family of Fools. These two Tinys worked together in the seventies at the Institute for High Speed Shrinking Scrutinies, and the van in question is actually an entire travelling village for tinies. Inside you will find a swimming pool, a library, and a marshmallow inflator - all the essentials for harmonious motorised living. Many great tiny people call this van their home, but none ever wonder why the driving seat looks empty.
Underneath a sky that is doubtless and shimmery blue, Tiny Edward Saturday is following the Archimandrite. This excellent man stops every few steps to leave an imperceptible dainty in a sandy hollow. Behind him, as Tiny wanders over particles, his mind wanders over particulars. Specifically he ponders 'does five really equal six?'. Later he finds his wonders have brought him home to 74 The Quay, and the Archimandrite finds his messages written into the sand dunes - 'Beats Me' they say, and he smiles after another fresh day of fun.
One brother delivers the beginnings, one brother delivers the middles, and the last delivers the ends. Alexandir and his identical postal team-mates And and Albert sauntered purposefully down Nowhere Lane with the post bags. Earlier that week Tiny Edward Saturday had placed his mail order shopping order, returning the coupon from the back of his one magazine. "Mind Cosmology - Over 100 ready-to-use Mystic Chants", Tiny wasnt interested in mysticism but he loved books with numbers in the title. Nothing was delivered to Tiny Edward Saturday that morning, because he doesnt live on Nowhere Lane, he lives in Somewhere Close. And besides, everyone in Nowhere Lane chants all the time anyway already.
After a fortnight of humming and general tinkering, Tiny Edward Saturday can now sit back and admire his creation. An Ivy leaf hull, two Daisy engines, and a Peony petal parasol. Oh yes, Tiny was drifting along in the finest leafship ever seen on these waters. Gazing up at the sheer white mountain range that surrounds him, Tiny was struck by how unexpected the giant steel spoon was, splashing and plunging beside him. And indeed he was very nearly struck by the spoon too. So, it would seem that the drifting of Tiny has become the discovery, and the making, of a cup of tea.
They say that baking bread, in a balloon, filled with bubbles, can be a tough skill to master. This morning Tiny Edward Saturday enjoyed the moment when his first floating loaf survived the peckish birds that glide on the bitter winds of Orphoous. From this day onwards all his rolls would become buns, and Tiny promised to dedicate each and every bagel to the waters of the Stymphalian Lake where he first learned to knead. And in return, the Lake enchanted his buns so that they would never sink, no matter what you fill them with.
Tiny Edward keeps steering right, all Saturday morning he has been righting this way. Consequently (and somewhat unintentionally) he is building up some rightwardly agitated molecules at the front. Tiny begins to feel toasty like a pine nut. He speeds up, regains all his balance, and passes some events. "Dog barks" remarks Tiny, then "Cat purrs" and "Mouse squeaks". All very unlikely as i am sure you will agree. Then one more passing event catches his eye as he pedals - "Tumble Dryer Sale" - and Tiny Edward Saturday simply cannot and will not believe that.
As soon as he saw the sign he was curious - 'Smallest cheeses. Please come on inside'. Tiny Edward Saturday turned on the spot, and headed inside the department store. It didn't take long to find the next sign - '7th floor for cheese satisfaction'. He carried on straight for the elevator and pushed the button. This was one fantastic elevator, shiny, but not too shiny, great dot-matrix display, not altogether smelly. "What a pleasure" thought Tiny. The elevator stopped at the 7th floor, the doors opened. No cheese. Just another door and another elevator.
It is a slow day in the Saturday house, and we find Tiny Edward Saturday twisting balloons. In an astonishing turnaround he accidentally gets twisted back by the balloon he was twisting, and becomes a balloon lobster. Now lobstering is difficult when you are a balloon, the buoyancy, the constant squeaking. No matter which way he looks at it, Tiny is perturbed by this development. He searches his brain for a solution, and searches his kitchen for a pin. Then Tiny Edward Saturday realises: "balloon lobsters are way too advanced for me". He is normal again in a flash, but lets out one last squeak just for old time's sake.
Hard to find and hardly ever open, there are many reasons to recommend The Museum of Fortunate Spillages: Stains and Blobs that entertain or solve complicated equations. So far, Tiny has collected 2 exhibits. Firstly, 12 crunchy breakfast hoops (that also offer a penetrating venn diagram analysis of hobby equipment for Squirrels). And a handkerchief blotched with bottle-green sun screen, which, from beneath can look like a frowning Frog. If you visit this cabinet of treasures, be sure to pick up a copy of the 400 page handbook written by Doctor Limbo. It's a good read but not a good pillow.
Sometimes, Tiny Edward Saturday gets into an epic space adventure. On occasion he will be swept up by a wandering crew of bee surgeons, and will live a wandering few weeks, surgically. It has been known for Tiny to set off for the park and end up elbow deep in Epic Bee Barons chanting his name and requesting old songs. This sunny afternoon he had a wide number of opportunities for such mischief, and so he sat, by his pool, in his white plastic garden chair, and began to decide. The chair collapses. You can never trust a white plastic garden chair.
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Mister G, the magnetic goldfinch, is writing his memoirs again. This time he is tackling his own recollections and pecking the events of his eventful life, into word-sized mouthfulls. He remembers a bird feeder, and something else. "I think it might be a granule" he recalls that he might have thought to himself. However, he was wrong, or might have been. The nibble in question was the finger of a Tiny Edward Saturday, definately not a nut. Maybe this finger should start writing too, because after it grew back it would tell this exact story to the hand, supposedly.
This one afternoon, the one in question, the afternoon upon which this story will unravel, was nearly over. When an afternoon gets really late Tiny Edward Saturday has usually piled relaxation upon diversion and created a wobbling stack of time well spent. Tiny reached down to his left for a pen (he had a great idea for a story). Tiny had a large number of pens and organised them according to hotel. He was in no hurry and he moved his fingers slowly. So, slowly, his fingers brushed past an extra handle, entirely new and entirely unnecessary in his house. My goodness what a mystery.
There can surely be few more pernickety things than a tiny man moving an oak tree. And yet, this tiny man, our hero Tiny Edward Saturday, has moved many trees. As it happens, trees move best at dawn. As the sun rises you can achieve a level of obedient neatness that would be quite impossible during the afternoon. This particular landscaping endeavour is a lifelong obsession for Tiny, he has a singular vision. One day, when his oak circle is perfect and complete, he will sit right in the centre and wait for the world's first nut whirlwind.
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Legend tells of a key, a hotel room key with special powers. It usually opens room 501 but on it's day off it can also reveal the Eight Astonishing Drips. Intended as a message from the Fog Kingdom to Tiny Edward Saturday, these droplets are elusive and delicate. You must arrange the correct sequence of cups and bowls, paying attention to both diameter and colour. Once the network is complete Tiny will finally hear The Song of Urgent Fidgeting: a great tune and very very catchy.
There are all kinds of entertaining and bemusing challenges that Tiny Edward Saturday faces every day in his life. Luckily he can count on his good friend and former around-the-world sailing partner - Fortescue - to help. Today Tiny has a delicate problem with a leaning TV. In steps Fortescue and performs the fix with his multiprong. He is confident and whistles tunefully while he works. Now the TV is straight again, but all the green needs mowing watering and weeding every morning. Another problem, and yet not a problem at all because Tiny loves to have his friend visit for fixes and whistles.