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rainbow colored thoughts: morning drive
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Poems and short texts on the world around and within us. Thursday, March 07, 2013. Each morning we drive. Out of the city, and into the city. Passing through a buffer of nowhere. Where the soil is moist and relaxed. Where the geese take their bath. And they could not care less. That we cross their land on our path. Every morning we drive. Down the spine on the back. Of a giant called Erwin. And he seems to smile in his sleep. When we pass and the county wakes up. Under the trotting feet of the horses.
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rainbow colored thoughts
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Poems and short texts on the world around and within us. Tuesday, March 11, 2014. Two of Ana's wishes:. 2 go in outer space, where there is 0 gravity. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). In general I think we do not eat as well when we travel so I must make more efforts. We recently stayed at a Best Western serving free breakfast. The kids . Quote of the day. Word of the day. View my complete profile. Two of Anas wishes: 1. ride dragons 2. go in out. Neither clever nor witty. Not exactly rocket science.
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Poems and short texts on the world around and within us. Tuesday, April 01, 2014. The soul of the village. Girl, put your hands on my knees. I think eternity was born in the village. Here all thoughts are slower. And your heart pumps more seldom. As if it were not beating within your chest,. But deep down underground. Here can be healed the thirst for redemption. And if your feet are bleeding. Just sit on humid ground. Now that the evening comes. The soul of the village flies nearby. Quote of the day.
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rainbow colored thoughts: ripples of change
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Poems and short texts on the world around and within us. Wednesday, January 07, 2015. My friend - know. That you have the power. You can change those. You won't even know. So watch what you do. Can plant a seed. Of love or revenge. Depending on what you think. And the soil where it is received. I for one thank you. For putting the spring in my step. The pen in my hand. For if it was not for you. Being here in the moment. There would have been. No point for all the ripples. At least not as far.
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rainbow colored thoughts: South
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Poems and short texts on the world around and within us. Monday, July 22, 2013. I was thought to always go south. To search for the sun. To dream the dream. Of the happiest summer. I have followed the flock. And I have batted the wings. Like the victorious pelicans do. When they are not gliding. I have warmed up in the sun,. I have dreamt many dreams. And still have not found. In the depths of the south. That perfect round moment. Except when I was sharing. The day, the meal, and the the heart.
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rainbow colored thoughts: colored art
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Poems and short texts on the world around and within us. Wednesday, March 13, 2013. And color my music sheets. My violin will put out rainbows of sounds. In her conversion to visual arts. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). In general I think we do not eat as well when we travel so I must make more efforts. We recently stayed at a Best Western serving free breakfast. The kids . Quote of the day. Word of the day. View my complete profile. Neither clever nor witty. Not exactly rocket science.
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rainbow colored thoughts: the moon's negligence
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Poems and short texts on the world around and within us. Wednesday, March 05, 2014. The moon lies down her bedsheets. On my lawn sometimes;. I know because it the morning. I can gather the stars. That dropped of her hair. As she combed it at sunrise;. I gather the stars - always a little too late;. Being afraid to wake up crickets and birds,. And the stars that remain are invariably. Turned into dew drops jewels or margarets. Switch off the lights and welcome the moon. To lay down her silky white sheets.
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rainbow colored thoughts: carpe
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Poems and short texts on the world around and within us. Monday, January 05, 2015. The fruit that you want. You need to reach your hand out. For it and grab. Or even better you need to. Take a shovel and and a seed. And care for its fruit. For what you want. If you don't do it. It does not happen. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). In general I think we do not eat as well when we travel so I must make more efforts. We recently stayed at a Best Western serving free breakfast. The kids . Quote of the day.
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rainbow colored thoughts: the storyteller
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Poems and short texts on the world around and within us. Monday, March 03, 2014. He came riding into town on a horse. Turned white by the dust or perhaps. By the mere purity of his heart. He wanted to share stories of his land. And people would listen and chat. And learn to speak the same words. From town to town; while all he got. Was a few words for thanks and a couple. Of coins, enough to last. So he can ride out to the next town. The seeds of the stories he planted. That now connect all these towns.
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rainbow colored thoughts: magic morning
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Poems and short texts on the world around and within us. Tuesday, March 11, 2014. Magic morning on Erwin. When the icy sheet sublimates. To let the giant's breaths rise. Towards the morning sun. Through the pores in the ground. From the place where he sleeps. The morning started with. Funnels of dancing mist. Gently twirling in the sun. To the happy music brought about. When springs bursts through. The gates of winter with her laugh. From the ground to the sky. Switch palettes from brown to blue.
