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returning again and again
like endless waves,
my heart is stolen
by memories of a lady
who carries it away....

na de tcheud retraite - tibinst huy


hoe verblind was ik...

uiteindelijk ontmoeten geliefden elkaar niet 'ergens',

ze zijn altijd al in elkaar aanwezig......

is it true my love
has finally come to see me,
or am i dreaming?
am i sane? or is she
an invention of my needing?

the world beyond clouds
is not foreign to my soul -
it won't leave you now

we speak of separation -
but that's only illusion.

by morning, the leaves
have fallen into silence,
the wind has finally parted,
like lovers after a night,
all talked out, now broken-hearted.

la valeur réelle de l'art est
en fonction de son pouvoir
de révélation libératrice



kunst is maar waardevol als zij bevrijdend kan werken

there is a difference between the pains
that inevitably come in life,
and the suffering
we create around the pain