brutaal eendje :-)

lunaire perigeum

beroepenorientatie

The birds

" The birds are the keepers of our secret
As they saw us where we lay
In the deepest grass of springtime
In a reckless guilty haze

And they wove a sweet indifference
And it settled on our skin
Till the eyes that I remembered
For the last time drew me in

The birds, though I wore your glacial patience
To a smudge of bitter dust
On the last day you embraced me
With a glistening sapling trust

Did they sing a million blessings
As they watched us slowly part?
Do they keep those final kisses
In their tiny racing hearts"

Elbow

thebirds

my dog whispers wisdom

Fever Ray 'Keep The Streets Empty For Me'

"Memory comes when memory's old
I am never the first to know"

everything with you

the pains of being pure at heart

Rally? Go!

before spring

vennen pad

'You must be,' said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come here.'