be careful! vizilo is watching you.
 

vizilo. where are you?? there is no interenet under the water or on a vegetable field!

You must be a fake vizilo, or a big one, enormous enough to convince city people about your rights using stupid human things like this.

And what about szomoru nyul es vidam barázda billegető? I want to know everything. I am to become bored immediately, the boys are leaving...

but until this we are swimming around this waterpool. Oh yes, the weather is the same here, lot of brooks are heading to the sea.

before i'll forget, the song of the day:

Autók a tenger felé
Mennek el a mi utcánkban
Mindenki integet a saját kapujában
Odaérnek befekszenek
Az ég a alá aztán ott meg
Felhők mennek el nagy hallgatásba
Úgy lelökné a hasamról a síndarabot
Az a gyenge ritmus a szívém alatt
Megrázom a gyufát, feljön a nap
Néhány régi mozdulatra
A hullámok is sorba állnak
Labda, madár és az idő szállnak
Kinek kell egy játék amiben
A csillagok mind kövek
Föld, kaland, ilyesmi...
Szép szavak mind jöhet
Úgy lelökné a hasamról a síndarabot
Az a gyenge ritmus a szívem alatt
Megrázom a gyufát, feljön a nap
Autók a tenger felé
Mennek el a mi utcánkban
Mindenki integet a saját kapujában
Kinek kell egy játék amiben
A csillagok mind kövek
Föld, kaland, ilyesmi...
Föld, kaland, ilyesmi...
Szép szavak mind jöhet

/KISPÁL ÉS A BORZ/
 

you know the ocean you know big rain falls when men go on traveltrips, or when european swimming competitions are. because the big istennö of vízilok knows that you need water for swim oh men! and know you ask me, how i can come to this fluid internet? listen béka, i will tell you the story of my poor vízilo being. once and it seems to me a hundred years ago i was a very happy vízilo swimming around in all the rivers of europe. most i liked the po-delta and the danubiadelta, because there i could swim to the little fisherboats easily and turn them into the water young fishers fell into the water and i appreciated to get their shoes because they were very tasty...mmh...i can't think about this good old time without a small tear.. and because the delta was so wide, i could easily escape and watch how the nice fisherboys tried to get their boat out of the water, if they were nice i helped them, because si got a bad consciousness. and it happened also that in some days i took one of them to the coast, you will think on my back, but i hate it when i feel like lo, because i really did not feel like a normal lo, i was a very special, and even other vizilok regarded me as very special vizilo because i wasn't so nostalgic about egypt like them. but i get lost in these old souvenirs, excuse me, vidám béka, but it is hard, you know, to accept that this period remains to the past, probably for eternity. but everything goes by also for nagy vízilo. however i got bored by this life in the rivers i wanted to see something else and it was a feeling that grew for months under my grey skin. and then it happened. once on the countryside i made a little walk, not long because i get very fast dry and it is not good for the beauty of my skin. and then i saw this incredible figure some meters away from me. the sun was nearly eaten by the horizont and it stood just in front of it like a black shadow of another world that was completely strange, unknown to me. and when i saw it i knew everything about my problem of boredom. now i knew that i was missing something very important, if i would get it somehow i would be not bored anymore everything would be like a new world for me. and my boredom would vanish. you know probably béka about what i speak. yes of course, it was the nyul standing in front of the sun. and nothing is more precious than these enormous ears of him. when i saw them i knew that my poor ears needed this nyul to furfill my destiny. so even if i was very shy at this time i felt the necessity of becoming an intimate of this nyul that i turned some rounds around me and then around the nyul(because when i do this, my head won't control my words anymore s much) and finally spoke to him (not in béka-language of course) and it was a fortune that i have an aunt in egypt that came sometimes to me and taught me apart from vizilorul the language of zebras hich is similar to nyulul. so we understood each other somehow. but when i heard about the nyuls story i began to cry and he also started to cry. and i thought that i never heard so horrible things before (and i regretted also, that some minutes before i had been thinking of eating the nyul, his name was gyööztes) so gyöztes was a single nyul because another vizilo ate up all his friends and family, too. you will not believe that because we normally do not eat animals, but it is just a prejudice. and this vízilo how i found out was even a member of my family. ach béka i need some rest because i am so tired today. if you like i can tell you what happened next another day! now i smile at the rain and lick some drops from the window glass. and i see you often in front of your computer! it is not good, go out and enjoy the rain! it s the best in the world
 

béka!!
come to me!! vízilo infiltered your system and i will help you! because vízilo tells only lies!!
 

at 7/31/2006 04:30 pm:

i'm confused a bit

so many animals, so many opinions, i wish i could talk with grand master Zsolti (he is also a levelibéka as me, little and strong, silent and wise in the same time)...

or i miss the point somewhere? i'm also little and strong, silent and wise! maybe all of us are the same, and we don't always need his help to make good decisions or see, what's going on.

first of all, i have to tell my story:

even if i'm now tired of biking all the day, under cloudy and rainy sky, i can remember, where the things got mixed up in my life, and became the man i'm now

-

I was only eleven, when i met the first golya. she was flying over my home swamp, where i grow up, and was seeking some food and a warm place, to take a break and recreate herself on her long trip to Africa.

i was hiding under something, like a susnya flower and watching her, i couldn't take breath at all.

i had heard about golyak before, and my lecturers, relatives and parents always said to me, that those animals are the most bad creatures of this world. they told, that we are enemies and if i see a golya, escape to the safe under-water shelter, as soon as possible.

but i couldn't move, although i was full of fear, yes i was, and trembling on the ground as a five years old levelibeka when he has to go to the evil dentist of the swamp. what was my reason to stand still, and take the risk of being eaten up in no time? hey, what a crazy beka, you could say.

my heart was drumming (as an old, spinning washinmachine which got away with full load from the bathroom) but not after the danger of the situation. I got an experience i'd never expected before! that golya was marvellous! her apperance was so cold and aristrocratic, so beautiful, i'd fallen in love with her in the first momment when i caught her with my eyes. The big, white&black wings, that long, red beak on her head, ohh,... my fear was wiped out by the magnetism i felt.

she took off in close distance, but she hadn't noticed me at all. i saw, that she was tired. she lied down on the susnya, in front of me, and started to get off her clothes to have a bath.

yes, i didn't stop to watch her, i liked her white skin and her nude body, i became really hot.

after some minutes, i was decided. "i wanna make contact with this flying angel!" i thought. i stepped forward and greated her with a simple "hello".

she was shocked, i had noticed. my golya stood up suddenly, and picked up a blue skirt from the ground to cover her nipples.

i couldn't say anything, just was looking in her eyes. but she was trembling.

when she finally realized the situation, she got angry, opened her beak and started to approach me wildly.

you know, my swamp is a very wet place, more slippery than it's usually expected by forigners . i wanted to warn her, but i was late, and she slipped during her unfortunate attack, hitting the ground with a big scream, it was a terrible momment!

she lost her consciousness, i didn't know what should i do. i ran near to her, and trying to help somehow, but i had no idea. i was only jumping around, and loudly calling out for help, but nobody answered.

After 10 minutes, she recovered. Opened her eyes, and started watchin me. in no time She begin to cry, and i felt really miserable. What could i say for a forigner golya girl to make her happy (and to avoid to be eaten up by her as well)?

"humm hum bimbo pimpim brekk", this is the first row of a beka street-song, mostly singed by beka kids. I started to sing that song, and show my brekk dancing skills simultaneuosly.

it was no more than 30 seconds, and she was laughing. When i finished, she got better, and asked me something.

"wat de fack ar yu doin?" she smiled, but i didn't understand her, because i didn't speak any, but beka language that time.

I smiled back, and began to explain that i didn't want to ambush her, but it was a mess. There was no language to connnect us, except our gestures. a mill without any wheel, this sentence descripts the truth about the situation.

during our limited conversation, the dusk spreaded out on the swamp, and covered all the susnya with dark and heavy fog. under the black sky i touched her face and after all over her body, and she DID bear it, without a word, just smiling with closed eyes.

after midnight we were still together, she was trying hard not to sleep in any momment. when i understand her condition, i showed her a good place to sleep, but it was too small for her, and while i was thinking about the next and better place, she fell asleep in the middle of the beka road leading to the small lake in the center of the swamp.

I left her there, and went to home beleiving we will meet again in the morning.

The sun was up, high on the sky, when i got up. i wanted to see my mother and my brothers to tell them the news, what happened last night, but nobody was at home. so i decided to see my new "girlfriend" as soon as possible instead. but i couldn't find her in the swamp.

Just blood and small beka-legs were everywhere. And a little note, with unknown marks on it, three rows on golya language. now i'm a mature beka, and i'm able to read it:

"
thank you for helping me
in spring time we'll meet again
and have more, real fun together,
baby frog

kiss,
evelin
"

I lost my relatives, all of them (hey, it happens often in a swamp, doesn't it), but i got a new girfriend!!

Zsolti, the head of the swamp helped me, and taught me, how can i live on my own, and after i get along well with my life. I was happy, and was waiting for the spring, every year.

unfortunetly, i never see her again. it's sad, but swamp life is suxx, i had to accept it as the time passed.

When i reached 18, i was a real beka, with highly developed skills and with lot of experience about the world. i choosed to learn computer science, because i thought, if i move into the new virtual word which connects all the animals, i could free myself, and get around the constraints of my beka life! for example, make real love with anybody, even if it is a golya girl, without wasting any more, fully loved beka friends.

-

so now i'm a human. and this world is totally different. i can make here everything what i want, although i must fight for it, every time. but it's up to me, and here i'm not under control of the circumtances, where i borned, and what kind of animal i'm. the number of my possibilties are close to infinite, and my search for getting closer to other human beings and rediscover myself is endless. and the wastes? yes there are some, but it's negligable. in this virtulality nobody can be hurt, not like in my home swamp. If somebody find himself in the trashbin, he should know, that the collector will come to empty the box, and he will be back again, alive somewhere in the system. this artificial world never breaks, because it's more closer to us.

so vizilo. now you know, why i am here, and why i don't look back to the shinny swamp. the sun is less lighter, maybe colder as well in a city, but being human in this system is more able to support me in accomplishing my goals.

--

oh? you say, this story isin't what you asked for? ok
this was just a tale for nothing, without fluent english (but i'm trying)
:P

and yes, tell me your next days too!!

hey nyul! vizilo in not a girl like that. or i missed something?

(this post is the latest proof i having to much time with my computer, hehe)
 

béka
i was crying many tears about the cruel golya through the nights... but perhaps you will find her someday
i will try to help you perhaps i can find her in the big googlian network. and then you will probably see, that it was not her fault. because:
when she went in the swamp, she was hiding from a fanatical friend. once this other golya was one of her best friends but at some poin he got fanatic, like it happens everyday, so she had to menekülni. and you said she was on the street, probably he saw her when she was leaving. so he came and saw the paper... and it is normal that she went very early because she was very frightened about this golya. so he came and found the paper, so he wanted to kill you. and went into the swamp and killed your family.
it must have been like this. and then he found her somewhere and brought her home. and he never told her, what he had done in the swamp, he only said that he found her paper.
when he constructed a new home for both, big like for us a castle of dracula, and the same dark, he was very occupied with this and she could escape. and she hides herself in some very far away forests. and probably often thought about you, but she could not come back. it would have been to dangerous, because he knew where you lived. of course he thought you were dead but he knew that she did not know it.
and then you went in the net, so she won't find you anymore. but we will try it!!
 

hey,

that story was about a frog, not about a golya! And this difference is worth to mention..

but nice to hear something about her, my lovely evelin (kiss), even if the last post was only an imagination with draculas, castles and big goooglian networks...

i can say, if you are a human, you don't need a real golya at all (except when you travel on the countryside and you really want to watch them on the poles, standing in their nests, but this happens not so often),

although you need a golya (or something else) CONNECTED to THE human network (which is not equal with the googlian).

So, bring me a new story, the beka&golya couple is nearly outdated.

I got the network, and don't want to think about the past... if you read my story, it's obvious, i think. we should step ahead...

or you tHINk, I cAn'T fORgEt????? dO yOU thInK i'M sTILl a STuPId bekA?? HeYy??!
 

no shame to be a béka
i think
once a béka - always a béka
and perhaps you are THE MOST STUPID BEKA IN THE WORLD THAT SUN HAS SEEN!!
and perhaps You are ONLY A GHOST IN A LOST WORLD
and probably your FIGHTS ARE FOR NOTHING
and perhaps THE ONLY POSSIBILITY IS TO BECOME A HOLE

and perhaps THIS IS A THE MOST STUPID WORLD OF BEKAs THAT COULD BE INVENTED
(God must be a big nyul)
 

full of unsatisfaction, full of despair,

you speak like a crying inhabitant, on the 45th floor, under the water

nobody wants to be god, only an undeveloped one
nobody needs a god, just a loonly one
nobody blasts the world itself, only a frightened one

The nasz were in kormend, 5 hours ago, and we had met. I was trying to understand it, but the nasz was more clever, and hadn't showed me anything.

The nasz is still is a dark ballon, and i can't catch, what is inside. I drank a lot, i eat a lot, but i couldn't move closer to it. I think, the nasz is faster than me, and will hunt me down before i'll be able to figure out the truth about Him, beacuse the nasz is male...i'm sure.

This text is also sad, full of despair and untsatisfaction, but i know, it's only a post, without truths and without feelings.

This is only a electronical sheet of paper, and how could a slice of paper deliver the real thoughts of me. There is no language to make you beleive, this is the most existable world, what can be created