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Vrijdag 21 juni 2024

Mokum (Amsterdam)

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My Mokum is tuned into a grey existence by a drizzle of rain.
As I look over my lukewarm coffee, I can see the rippling water of the canal passing me by.
There is no bustle of colourful people today.
The city seems dead. Even though the tram calls and the shutters open hospitably.
Through me pass the wishes of the past and a hope that is heavier than lead.
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Vrijdag 21 juni 2024

Eternal spring

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Walk with me on the way from here to there, and from there to where?
Let us seek and find. Let us discover and experience what may bind us.
We are silent aloud. We hear only ourselves.
From head to belly to toe, everything swirls through the body, through marrow and bone.
As if in a resounding vault where the unspeakable is echoed.
You through me, I through you, mirrored through both of us.
the spring is alive and the passion is our drive
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Vrijdag 21 juni 2024

Nessun Dorma

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No one sleeps or consciously closes their eyes, the silence of this night can scream or wonder again.
It is not in my power to isolate the silenced feelings of this moment in a simple way.
Unconsciously, my heart is seized by past thoughts of Latin chants, but also by the dream of waiting again.
But above all, it is the indefinite hour after midnight, when emptiness is revealed again and again. It is not the child that is born again, but melancholy.
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Vrijdag 21 juni 2024

Quatre mains

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Join me in playing the solo, an important part of the soul in a human score.
A quatre mains for an unattached couple playing at the same time and side by side.
They come together in the Andante, but find each other again in the rapid Presto. They do not allow themselves to be robbed of their freedom by the solo constant.
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Vrijdag 21 juni 2024

The birth of loneliness

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Born from the paradise of warmth and abundance
with the loss of essential connection, I became dependent and burned, and my soul separated. I lost the sense of oneness.
This is where my loneliness was born. It is so human and fundamental. It awakens the inevitable feeling of desolation in death.
I seek it often, but I am not always able, blind and ignorant, to find the way to eternal love, and I am captivated by all that is earthly. Sometimes I am lulled to sleep by contradictory dreams, both day and night.
My authenticity is close to my soul. It can blossom only if I am willing to grow towards the other and if I am willing to share myself in the garden of unconditional affection.
Only then, yes only then will I be led to a restorative, pure connection.
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Vrijdag 21 juni 2024

Light

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It's not that the light goes out quickly when there is fog on the windows.
But you feel every sound that comes in differently. It is more stripped of the earthly.
It is usually a slower song from your own heart also is the noise from outside that closes the auricle.
The full mind then seems to shrink - that is the appearance - and the environment loses its power, as if you are speaking without words.
In silence, everything solidifies and changes colour. It mocks the impure, it lifts boundaries.
You become soft and invulnerable. In perfection there is only the scent of roses.
But then you already dwell in eternity, waiting for the liberation of the senses and the soul from gravity.
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Vrijdag 21 juni 2024

The rumour of the sigh

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For a long time I closed nothing
no doors
no mouths.
I have an eye for the colours
sometimes through the grey.
And I listen to the sound of you,
the other,
still cold as stone
or as soft as a feather.
No, I don't close.
I open when you let me smell
the scents of your soul.
And then sometimes detect the moisture,
again and again,
of the tender child within you.
Where fear has always sought you out
and you have fallen over the thresholds
The dawn has rarely been tender to you.
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Vrijdag 21 juni 2024

The fate of chance

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Suddenly, the departure presents itself.
And soon I am going to leave the interior
of this foreign country.
An interior where one is at home as well as in oneself.
I have moved further in the resignation of my sparkling spirit.
All of this in a reflective and humorous connection
with the people who are close to me and to my heart.
But also the depth and the openness of some unexpected "
passers-by" and so called "local friends".
A precious sharing of diversity and respect.
Unintentionally or automatically, layers of the soul
were in touch with each other,
with the useful reflection of common sense.
They were rare gatherings.
There were silences or sounds at tuned frequencies.
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Vrijdag 21 juni 2024

Fleeting

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I had forgotten how big your eyes were.
how playful they could be.
saw them again for a moment.
I had no words to describe
the passion I felt.
had forgotten how beautiful you were.
you knew how to play with my world
with your smiling flirtation
that I could read on your lips.
what you said caressed my heart
as I imagined that you belonged
only to me, like the first time,
I went through it again and got lost.
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 19:29 Reageer op dit bericht

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