muziek: Ludovico Einaudi - In un' altra vita
zaterdag 17 december 2011
zondag 20 november 2011
vrijdag 4 november 2011
The red dragonfly at the little stream underneath the forgotten bridge spoke.
"to see people struggle
between the old
and the new
ways to live
and to love
inflame the place
blow spirit into it
blow spirit into them"
before i went down to the beach
The road to Igualero.
i sit on a rock
watching the clouds dance
up the mountain side
they greet the fresh
morning sun
my lips still prickle
from eating the forbidden fruit
no words can describe
this magnificent view
to be of this spectacle
to be forgotten
to be true
behind me everything is blank
in front of me the highest flank
so i climb
little by little
to be faded within this riddle
Morning on the needlebed.
clouds have taken over the forest
little drops of water cover me
when the wind blows by
in the night a little animal
woke me up, it crawled from
under my pillow and tried
under my pillow and tried
to get my head aside
i told it i´d be there
only for this night
Pine wood verses.
once again
i have entered
the pine woods on the mountain side
forest and ocean
captured in a single view
i lie alone
with my Mother and Lover
solitude we are
were this island a boat
i would sail with it north
my body is ready
to carry new life
my soul waits patiently
for that moment to arrive
the branches wave
my heart feels brave
i`ll have a baby
with a man
he´ll be my friend
and understand
the father of my child
will be close to see
the little one grow up
they will drink from the same cup
many women will be around
children, flowers and trees
we will grow our own food
build our houses with earth straw and wood
we will drink water
from the spring
we will make fires in the night
and sing
this child will wander
through the lands
touch the Mother with its hands
soft sunlight
sweet caress
i will carry you
with the same tenderness
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