You can pass her every day
on the street
or in The Cafe
drinking tea
’cause coffee – no
a bite to eat
a meal to go
you can’t really
take them apart
the girl’s a girl
she owns the heart
the question is
and here’s the mess
does it obey
or is it
law
less
(Notes: Picture taken passing an anti war demonstration in front of the Houses of Parliament. Lawless Heart is also a film with Bill Nighy, and a really good one too.
And to answer the question : it is Lawless).
I could bore you with loads of things that happened today, but I am so tired that you have to do with this pathetic poem I wrote in the plane flying from a very snowy Aarhus in Denmark (which gave an hour delay) to London.
The plane speeds up
And it ascends
Aarhus in snow
A chapter endsThe plane slows down
Descend begun
London awaits
I feel the sun
I am here, at last. And it is good.
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 come and sit with me
(I am such a hopeless romantic)
I wish all of you, and when I say all, I mean ALL, the very best for 2006. Thank you for walking along on this weblog, and for commenting and sending mails, it makes it so much more fun to write.
And 2006 ? Well keep dreaming, and more important, keep chasing those dreams. I know I will. It will make it all worthwhile, and good things will happen. Be happy. Your life is now.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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
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 “on”.
Offline
we don’t remember
how to live
without being online
in realtime
we are loosers
pretending to be fine
we have forgotten
to be human
meet and talking
face to face
we are so lost
without
our contactkilling
cyberspace
we do not talk
we send a mail
we do not call
we text
we even download
our own life
i wonder
what is next
to look a person
in the eye
present him
with a smile
the world would be
a better place
and life would be
worthwhile
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