25 maart 2007

The Awakening - Kate Chopin


But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!

The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

The Awakening - Kate Chopin






But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!

The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

20 maart 2007

Vannacht kwam ik mijn toekomst tegen




Vannacht kwam ik mijn toekomst tegen.

Een vrouw, amper, haar mascara was uitgelopen,
haar haar te uitgegroeid en haar stem te rauw,
vroeg me hoe laat het was.
Ik zei tien na drie en dacht te laat,
al veel te laat.