note to self
Catching a cloud...
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...
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…