Archive for September, 2007
De Was
’s Avonds laat doet zij de was
die is geweest
en loopt zij slaperig
soms halfnaakt
verloren in haar huis
Dromend van een reisje
of een ventje aan haar zij
’s Avonds als zij de was ophangt
en stiekem tussendoor
een chatje pleegt
en ik haar speels
met woorden uitkleed
dan lijkt een afstand plots dichtbij
en speelt muziek de kamer rond…
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Vanalles
“Vanalles”zei ze,
en ze keek wat schuin opzij
“Vanalles…” dacht ik toen
en mij hoofd sloeg weer op holVanalles en nog een beetje
Dat wil ik altijd wel
Vanalles en nog meer
Da’s wat mijn hart verlangt
En onder’t kijken door
Weet ik dat het niet mag
Veel meer en nog een beetje
In mijn zieke geest
En uiteindelijk blijft het kloppen
Op mijn harde eelten kin
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Be²
In a world that is becoming increasingly smaller, Belgium as it is now is an archaeological construction that shouldn’t stand the test of time. Don’t misunderstand me; I believe Belgium is a great country, rich in people, rich in ways of handling different problems; rich in problem solving language barriers but the current political situation [...]
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Tags: België, Belgique, Belgium
The beginning of a new end
He hated it, typing one handed. Every keystroke being remembered of his stupid behavior last night but it was stronger then himself. He had to start this story that, like many before would not have a descent ending and he knew that this story would be even shorter then the other ones due to the [...]
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Letter to a Gold Coast Princess
Once upon a time in a rainy country called Beerland a boy was sitting behind his computer thinking of times when sun was shining through that same window he was looking through for the moment. His mind drifted off and in the distance he could hear the scream of his backpack. A backpack that had [...]
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Tags: Adele, Princess, Story
Ending or beginning
Sometimes I feel like this ending is a new beginning
A new start for myself to do it good again
and finally do all the things that I wanted to do and do them right
Sometimes I feel like this ending is an ending too much
A final shot in my emotional life
left for dead in a prairy of [...]
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Tags: Amber, poem
Red Tape conversations
“Dancing the tango with a complete stranger under the Eifel tower. Climbing a tree and look out over the rain forest to see only trees and birds. Take a bath outside with a view on a Norwegian Fjörd in wintertime and see a moose walk by. Gently kiss a loved neck, turn around and dream [...]
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