English

Hylo
I meant to say seeya
I meant to say hello
I'm just a student and my name you know
because this is all you know, I'd introduce myself
so...
here we go...

Today I wrote a poem.
You might not like it as a poem,
But at least poem rhymes with poem,
And it works well for a poem...

average 107 226 kilometers an hour
the Earth's moving, spinning, rotating, dour
and just moves forth and further away
from the core
from the base
from the center of the milky way...

It's not almost five a.m., it definitely is.
The normal human beings' sleepin', but it isn't me.
I just smoke a cigarette and write a kinda foolish thing.
I hear the song of birds, so... whatever, I cannot sleep!

It's an "unrealeased" teaser for Hello that was written about the same time as D9.

Hello, is anyone there?
I am alone in a room, sittin' on a chair
Everything's so weird, how have I got here?
My best friends are a bucket and a mechanical pencil

Let me define a function, that
could return my last girlfriend and
my happiness if it was real. I never was sho.
When I did think so, it was terrible.

Nothing I am, only a piece of vacuum.
mi jan ala taso. I ain't got any values.
I'm unidentified, just an x in the program.
That's name is Matrix, where you can't pass any exams...

An extended version is available in toki pona.

"...And so shall we begin." The voice of Mr. Soft echoed from the lecture hall's faraway walls. The auditorium was scarcely populated, students sat far and wide, as it is customary during a pandemic, which meant that the professor's question were answered by more scalps than usual. Sleeping in classes were not unheard of, but when you take away the possibility of misbehaving, one cannot make matrix arithmetic interesting enough for the masses to keep them awake...

Days have turned into nights that then turned into dawns and days again countless times since I saw L'amore d'Agna. It was the truest form of love, the purest source of happiness, yet there are no evidence that it ever existed; all I know is based on observations and experience, not on the nowadays preferred written way...

Posted on 14th of June, 2020, just after Light in the dark

They were sleeping when the lights came through their window. They were not blessed with great wits or the gift of logical thinking. What they were given was great eyes instead: they had a condition called abnormal tetrachromacy, which meant that they had limited infrared-vision. When I learned about it from them I, as I have been always fascinated by colors and color deception, had to ask...

This is chronologically the first short story I publised in English, even if it wasn't the first I began writing.