the grass isn't greener on the other side

"yesterday i was laying on the floor, moving my body like boiling spaghetti. or at least intending to do so. today i was biking in the desert, walking a dog and shopping in a bomb shelter.
when i came here i felt fragrances from India and California.
shalom, ken, lo, toda. everything else disappears in the sea of wavy cute curly letters and sounds.
swam. hiked. biked. jumped crawled and floated. both in salty water and in mid-air, many times.
mud bath. swimming again.
a wall. an open space. a gate.
flowers. blossoms. oranges.
busses."

that was Israel, some months ago. found these words back and am happy to share them. to leave a slight imprint of paradise on your beautiful mind :-).

aprilse grillen

vandaag fietste ik in de zon. boven me strak blauw, in de verte donkergrijs met regenstriemen, en op een diep grijze lucht torenden witte wolken in allerlei vormen en met velerlei wetenschappelijke namen. spectaculair. grillig. onvoorspelbaar. niet altijd aangenaam. wel verhalend, en meeslepend.

 

dag jij, ik heb weer zin om te schrijven. zo nu en dan. in deze of andere talen. gedachtenspinsels om de vinger winden en ontwarren van de tijd. sluipwegen door de ruimte. virtueel gezien kan veel. in de echte wereld alles.

 

it's been two years. and this week my second birthday in a row on Belgian soil.

sleep tight.