In the cafe
February 21st, 2006
I just might be the girl Who, one bright summerday Sits opposite of you In my fav’rite cafe I’m waiting for you here Behind the yellow table The seats are lovin’ red The waiter’s hands are stable I’m reading or just stare And drink a lot of tea I hope that you one day Will [...]
London Love
February 19th, 2006
Big Ben, the Thames The busses red the language not my own I mind the gap I’m driving left the streets not yet well known the Union Jack the view from Tate and Spacey on his throne I feel alive not underground I love the London tone
Happy New Year !
January 1st, 2006
new things new places new dreams new faces new sounds new scents new plans new friends ? new plays new moves new films new grooves new good new bad new happy new sad new games new rules new lovers new fools new joy new tears new courage new fears new songs new dances New Year [...]
The London Eye – a poem
November 7th, 2005
rain is pouring on my head my state of mind is soaking wet I am walking through this unknown place but suddenly a friendly face there higher up right from the sky it blinks to me The London Eye
Pathetic Poetry IV
November 6th, 2005
It’s scary still But I just might Get used to left In stead of right
Pathetic Poetry III – What Once Was
November 1st, 2005
A disappointment that could be But flipping it It’s clear to me It makes it easier to choose it ain’t all bad when things get loose it’s sometimes good to let things pass to not get stuck in what once was
Things ain’t always bad
November 1st, 2005
De vergadering in Kbh. was erg vruchtbaar, dus het schuldgevoel over mijn treinentruuk was snel verdwenen. Na de vergadering door naar de stad. We spraken een uurtje van tevoren af (ik en mijn mede fanklubbestuurder), om onze vragen door te nemen, zodat we goed voorbereid zouden zijn. We kwamen aan in de geluidsstudio, hoorden de [...]
Pathetic Poetry II – Offline
October 28th, 2005
Nul komma niks internet op het werk, alles (en iedereen) was down. En we werden maar weer eens met het feit gekonfronteerd – we zijn totaal afhankelijk van internet. En aangezien ik dus niets beters te doen had, verveel ik u nog een keer met wat onzin. Nu ben ik weer thuis, en ben weer [...]
Pathetic Poetry
October 21st, 2005
Sigur Ros waters my eyes And Jamie sings of London Skies My head is filled and spins around The perfect plan has to been found I wonder if I ever will Here walks Stef, and there goes Bill I breathe in And then exhale Life as such a fairy-tale


