De vogels zijn in de lucht verdwenen,
de laatste wolk drijft nu weg.
We zitten bijeen, de berg en ik,
totdat alleen de berg nog over is.
The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.
Colorado...we think about you
Wednesday, 27 June 2012
Saturday, 23 June 2012
suicide
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfXa1gkTAVRULAxyUCpjKDhbsIlyIUeIVkMFNk8-9Jy7uP4QKoikpcRRT18HzsGQf-uPnf3-v9hKg-0x0O01usisyjr9Gz1_IMqbkL1hmEAeM_POkpYPT9nMV3K_Z1-LiylO9dYMriOI/s320/13+augustus+vilt+006bwerkt.jpg)
No cry for help as often is said.
An impulsive act from a disturbed person.
Please don't judge suicidal people
Do not think you are the cause of a suicide, if you lost someone
thanks
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
Please, try to love the distance between us.
Isn't it wonderful to see me as I am
Not distorted, not twisted.
Me, myself, I.
Wat zou ik graag willen dat je leert houden van de afstand tussen ons.
Wat is mooier dan mijn eigenheid te zien.
Geen verwrongen, geketend mens.
Ik, mezelf, mij.
closeup van eik/oak cloth under seawater
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