On Perfection
Nothing is really perfect for even a diamond cut with flawless precision needs the rays of sunlight to sparkle so …
Nothing is really perfect for even a diamond cut with flawless precision needs the rays of sunlight to sparkle so …
Beyond the aisle, behind closed doors, unnoticed, she suffers at the hands which offered her at first a red rose.
Wanneer we liefde laten verzanden zoals het slik de waterwegen doet, kan het getijde niet langer meer keren, wat op …
Passed years, what should I say. I rather would compare, if I may, my life to a fragile silk thread …
Through old dirty windows pale morning light creeps over faded floors, in the room people gather around tables, torn and …
Saturated by the rising sun waves break as liquefied copper, under my feet the pier runs deep to drown in …
You were like a mountain, always there, never to leave, and I, I was like water forever on my way.
Since the day we are born, we compose our own concerto from prelude to requiem; pastorals for the days, nocturnes …
on the balcony a leafless red rose in bloom still undefeated; amongst the fallen snowflakes memories of summer days.
It was in the between, when the night is still young and the new day yet to be born, where …