The children come home,
and morning sun is weeping,
the children come home,
their hopes and dreams are sleeping

The children come home,
no drivers for this flock
the children come home
no lead, just silent shock 

The children come home,
and Mother Earth is crying,
the children come home,
Spring is not meant to die in

The children come home,
blue skies are turning red,
the children come home,
this Summer’s breath is dead

The children come home,
how barren their aligning,
the children come home,
the clouds wear silver lining 

The children come home,
the future now bereft,
the children come home,
no wishing stars are left

The children come home,
and Winter far off calling
the children come home,
no snow for them to crawl in

My child is coming home,
there is no room to fill
my child is coming home,
no cure,  no wonder pill

My child, my love, my dear,
where is it  you are roaming?
O Mommy, Daddy, hear:
your heartbeat’s my soul’s homing

The children fly home,
embrace their broken wing,
the children are home,
their song the church bells sing

The children stay home,
now morning sun is sleeping
the children rest home,
their dreams in our safekeeping.

(Music: Eric Satie ~ “Gnosienne” performed by Wayne McEvilly ~ check out his website for his inspiring work to bring classical music to children: http://www.waynemcevilly.com )


And silence now is overwhelming… #buscrash #Sierre

And silence now is overwhelming, still I am carried,
     and to my wings your breath is life supporting,
even in deepest darkness your lighthouse penetrates
         and should it be the sun revoked its rays,
or oceans’ waves were nevermore to kiss the sandy beach,
    I know a harbour there, the homeland of my soul ~

          beyond all words there is your kingdom,
          beyond my grief there is your answer:

       “Wherever you may roam be welcome here.”


Vermoeidheid denk je dan ,
zo moe dat je niet slapen kan.
De zandman is de weg verloren.
Toch droom je van het strand
en van de golven.
Wie ben ik dan?  Het schip,
waarin die dromen slapen,
wachtend op de wind.



What happens when the snow has melted?
The undercovered now returns to light,
my eyes have to adjust and for a moment now
it seems as if the world becomes a darker place,
it is returning to the homeland without feeling
home, as if it were another one who has now
occupied the ground, the landlord long forgotten
and his name not welcome anymore, though
everything is still in place, there is an uninhabited
emptiness not leaving any room for memories,
it feels as an awakening to new beginnings,
the only company old tools to start reboot.
What happens when the snow has melted?
Tell me the truth, uncover then discover how
everything what at first sight lay hidden, now
is adjusted and waiting for your memory
to get stored, so focus right, become new light,
be the blueprint that the snow has melted.

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La Force d’Aimer

Kalligrafie, Calligraphy, Calligraphie ~ Olie op doek, Oil on canvas, Huile sur toile ~ 60x40cm
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Quand on a que l’amour ~ Jacques Brel

Quand on a que l amour
a s’offrir en partage
aujour du grand voyage
qu’est notre grand amour

Quand on a que l’amour
mon amour toi et moi
pour éclatente de joie
chaque heure chaque jours

Quand on a que l’amour
pour vivre nos promesse
sans nulle autre richesse
que d’y croire toujourd

Quand on a que l’amour
pour meublées de merveilles
et couvrir de soleil
la laideur des faubourgs

Quand on a que l’amour
pour unique raison pour unique
chanson et unique secours

Quand on a que l’amour
pour habiller matin
pauvre et malandrins
de manteaux de velours

Quand on a que l’amour
a offrir en priere
pour les maux de la terre
en simple troubadour

Quand on a que l’amour
a offrir a ce la
dont l’unique combat
est de chercher le jour

Quand on a que l’amour
pour tracer un chemin
et forcer le destin
a chaque carrefour

Quand on a que l’amour
pour parler aux canons
et rien qu’une chanson
pour convaincre un tambour

Alors sans avoir rien
que la force d’aimer
nous aurons dans nos mains
amis le monde entier

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