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donderdag 26 april 2012
donderdag 30 september 2010
woensdag 30 september 2009
Where no sun shines
Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics dies,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
by Dylan Thomas
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics dies,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
by Dylan Thomas
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donderdag 30 april 2009
Queen and huntress
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.
by Benjamin Jonson
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.
by Benjamin Jonson
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vrijdag 23 januari 2009
Mourir dans tes bras
Y en a qui meurent tous les soirs
quand le spectacle est terminé
Quand ils retrouvent dans leur miroir
leur vérité démaquillée
par Adamo
quand le spectacle est terminé
Quand ils retrouvent dans leur miroir
leur vérité démaquillée
par Adamo
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woensdag 14 januari 2009
woensdag 31 december 2008
Daydream
Whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
I day dream of you,
in a faraway land;
embracing me tight
and holding my hand.
Holding my hand,
and touching my face.
Just you and me,
in this peaceful place.
In this peaceful place
a pristine river flows.
Where the unicorns run,
a breeze always blows.
A breeze always blows
and sings of a song;
our love in a place
where you're never gone.
Where you're never gone
is as it would seem,
from dusk until dawn,
whenever I day dream.
And whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
I day dream of you,
in a faraway land;
embracing me tight
and holding my hand.
Holding my hand,
and touching my face.
Just you and me,
in this peaceful place.
In this peaceful place
a pristine river flows.
Where the unicorns run,
a breeze always blows.
A breeze always blows
and sings of a song;
our love in a place
where you're never gone.
Where you're never gone
is as it would seem,
from dusk until dawn,
whenever I day dream.
And whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
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Poems
zaterdag 22 november 2008
vrijdag 14 november 2008
Lovepoem
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday to
the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
I would wish to wake up everyday to
the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
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