Monday, April 30, 2012
things I see while running (4)
noordwijk rising out of the sea mist
somersaulting swallows
five perfectly aligned cormorants
one cocky pheasant
Thursday, April 26, 2012
horses at midnight without a moon
Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.
Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.
But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down
but the angel flies up again taking us with her.
The summer mornings begin inch by inch
while we sleep, and walk with us later
as long-legged beauty through
the dirty streets. It is no surprise
that danger and suffering surround us.
What astonishes is the singing.
We know the horses are there in the dark
meadow because we can smell them,
can hear them breathing.
Our spirit persists like a man struggling
through the frozen valley
who suddenly smells flowers
and realizes the snow is melting
out of sight on top of the mountain,
knows that spring has begun.
-Jack Gilbert, 2005-
Sunday, April 22, 2012
the dancers inherit the party
When I have talked for an hour I feel lousy—
Not so when I have danced for an hour:
The dancers inherit the party
While the talkers wear themselves out and
sit in corners alone, and glower.
-Ian Hamilton Finlay, 1961-
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
houden van....
Houden van dezelfde dingen, dat is toch een vorm van houden van elkaar.
-Koos van Zomeren, Naar de natuur, 2011-
Thursday, April 12, 2012
...en ook hier werd genoten
de eerste witte wijn van het zomerseizoen op het strand
die de zusjes samen genieten....
(picture with HTC Wildfire S)
die de zusjes samen genieten....
(picture with HTC Wildfire S)
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
goede vrijdag ...
met een zomers stokbroodje bij down under
(staat niet op de foto, dat broodje)
(picture with HTC Wildfire S)
(staat niet op de foto, dat broodje)
(picture with HTC Wildfire S)
Monday, April 2, 2012
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