Weather report at the end of summer
This is a poem (in Dutch) about a king and his music.
This is a poem about the miracle of an ordinary day.
the wind plays wildly, the trees find their voices and sing their song out loud
Oh, darling, don't worry! I will find you, even in the middle of the night with my eyes closed wandering a pitch-dark forest...
be the dragon you need to be...
black letters wandering around on this piece of paper searching for their place floating... lingering... strolling... connecting to the colors or to the white space…
It is springtime Tall John is cleaning his house Whistling a tune He throws out all his winterstuff Preparing for summer