Ciphers

I found this in my paper scraps to-do box. It was written with a mauve Sharpie on the ripped back of an envelope sometime in October:

Verde

J
Março
Preto
Erica
13
Bahia
oceano
casar

It makes absolutely no sense to me. When I found it, I was confused because I couldn’t even remember why I had it in the first place. Usually, I remember the quirkiest things. For example, a note that says “Newspaper praia kid” does not refer a boy selling newspapers on the beach. It refers to a boy lying down on a pile of newspapers in the favela (I think I’ve already shared this story). I see those three words and I remember the whole experience. "Hose god" was a picture I wanted to take of this kid who was watering nothing by the side of the river, letting water arc in a sharp brilliance against the green of the hillside and the intense darkeness of his skin, his posture like that of a Greek god in complete zen mode...But this? It doesn’t ring ANY bells. This is not a food list, or a to-do, or a prayer list. It doesn’t follow a dream, or what happened during the day, or even thoughts while watching a novela. It doesn’t even make sense “translated:”

Green

J
March
Black
Erica
13
Bahia (a state in Brazil)
ocean
to marry

Why do I write things down for which I forget not only the significance but also can’t even remember writing??? On the off chance that this is important, carries a key to the lottery in 2010, or is a code for where I hid a lot of money while sleepwalking one evening, I guess I’ll be keeping this scrap a bit longer. Any prophetic Daniels out there who want to try a hand at deciphering this one?