Farewell 14

In English…. Not Dutch… although the thought might  stay that you depart in own mother tongue…. You know how it is… overwhelming stress brings back the first words you learned…

First I told… some people should know how they did what… not as grief, not as  karma …just as an attempt to leave on this this planet what they created… still believe so….Massive Attack

 

SAFE From Harm

Midnight rockers, city slickers
Gunmen and me yeah
On a feature on the freak show
And I can’t do nothing ’bout that, no no
But if you hurt what’s mine
I’ll sure as hell retaliate

 

One of the most lovely emotions:

 

I was lookin’ back to see if you were lookin back at me
To see me lookin back at you
I was lookin’ back to see if you were lookin back at me
To see me lookin back at you

It is much more complexed….the moment you realize that the big farewell is coming… that the senses will -assumed- not translate any information anymore

That you leave the circus… no connection anymore…

Thoughts are not things anymore

Words turn into poetry of those who are—- if any— left behind

 

Serious these thoughts are not there. Nowhere. What is done is done by something greater than myself in me

It is in these moments the tears drop, stream inside my skin.. what longing brings… can do…

What we need to abandone is the thought of society… a word where we act instead of please…

 

I was in London in the 90ties when I bought Massive attack… years later Paul Weller… Wild Wood driving through L.A. There are so many reminiscences where on the tip of my being the senses overwhelm

 

 

Driving to Paris with my daughter her legs out of the window and both singing 

 

It is a painful journey  any farewell…

we could build up new once… but your heart has to be in to all the way….just be fore it stops

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