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“God made everything out of nothing, but the nothingness shows through.”
– Paul Valéry
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TREE TREE... by Lorca
yvonnegeorgina: Tree, tree, dry and green. The girl of beautiful face goes gathering olives. The wind, that suitor of towers, grasps her round the waist. Four riders have passed on Andalusian ponies, with suits of azure and green, and long dark cloaks. “Come to Córdoba, lass.” The girl pays no heed. Three young bullfighters have passed, their waists are slender, their suits orange-coloured,...
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POEM Hate is only one of many responses true, hurt and hate go hand in hand but why be afraid of hate, it is only there think of filth, is it really awesome neither is hate don’t be shy of unkindness, either it’s cleansing and allows you to be direct like an arrow that feels something out and out meanness, too, lets love breathe you don’t have to fight off getting in...
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HE, IK WOU JIJ WAS DE LUCHT (Herman Gorter)
He, ik wou jij was de lucht Dat ik je ademen kon En je zien in het hooge licht En door je gaan kon. Waar zijn je armen en je handen En die overschoone landen Van je schouders en schijnende borst Ik heb zoo’n honger en dorst.
Jun 26th
Vertrek van dochters
Ze moesten inderdaad gaan, ik had het gezien aan hun gezichten die langzaam veranderden van die van kinderen in die van vrienden, van die van vroeger in die van nu. En gevoeld en geroken als ze me kusten, een huid en een haar die niet meer voor mij waren bedoeld, niet zoals vroeger, toen we de tijd nog hadden. Er was in ons huis een wereld van verlangen, geluk, pijn en verdriet...
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