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Nature picks up the pieces.

Although it was a ruin last spring, it wasn’t really a disaster. Nature picks up the pieces. Nice walk in the meadows nearby, brings me back to my youth. Just strolling, together with my father. Told me so much about flora – can’t recall it – but the smell of fresh weeds & flowers, it stays in … Lees verder

Snowy tails at midnight.

Take your time (it took mine)…

Rosebud – teardrop.

)*( In my memory I will stay in yours See all you see   and keep it here & there So share it with me – Damn it! (I mean  anyway  You will!)   Because once we were into it together Caught by the drop stranded on a branche We will fall down on the … Lees verder

To catch a gleaming fish.

)*( To catch a gleaming fish in black water unwhite like iridescent mother of pearl throw out a thin line sheer transparent long and sleek & do not forget to hook a dark feeling on it deep down inside

Message from my snowy soul, it …

)*( … says that “It is cristal clear In this sensible spot there is no escape at all Them shards are obviously global And if someone tried to do something about it (Tapping on it – for God’s sake!) I would scatter     and evanescence in several ways”

Low land (ancient spot).

At Fort Pannerden, 01-01-2013.         There’s a poem under this beautiful picture 😉 {} To have a look on the ancient spot just being there in this enlightened scenery brought me Reasonable Thinking as a companion So I like to narrow it all in a ray of land & lower it under … Lees verder

Water story with skies in a few pictures within seconds.

Majestic skies! At Fort Pannerden, between ‘Rijn’ and ‘Waal’, first day of January.

Another water story in eight pictures and half a minute.

Funny, one would only have to stare into the deep. Than the flood does it all. Fort Pannerden, river the ‘Waal’, first of January

A water story in ten pictures and one minute.

Fort Pannerden, where a ray of land splits the river in two. Here the ‘Waal’-part. Light was changing within two minutes. This on the first of january 2013…

Wait for the dearest of frogs

I    will be the first    I will be green   I will be one of hence  Of us I will be I will be a nobody        ten a penny    I will be thousands     But nobody will be me Be me! Wait for the dearest to come! Till morning YOU will be the first & see

In a state of amplexus – free frogs, part 6

We   are   not   in love You can shoot us if we were & if you like to We just have things on our mind in a state of amplexus *) for a day or two We   don’t   make love although it hurts in a certain way: tightness of chest fear of overwhelming & who’s who? … Lees verder

Frog’s coming dance (nightlife), part 5

This coming dance   It feels like a silky dress   So no harm done: between us a négligé of drifting water is moving our feet & legs & hips Helps us to get together soggy-bodied drowned in love


Preparing for Korea! 😊 Making a home of the classroom. Monologues written by pupils on the wall, posters funny shawls and shoes everywhere. Drama & music. Texel. One meal, too much plastic. Hate it. When will supermarkets stop thinking one would ask for it? End of holidays, end of endless times. Staring in great nothingness is fun. We were totally surprised. The three of us. #Texel #seal #Paal30
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