POETRY

In the relationship with the “You”, I find my “I”. “I” I become through my relationship with the “You”; when I become “I”, I say “You”. Every true living is meeting. (M. Buber) “I” exist, to the extent that there is a “you”; to the limit, there is love. The early experience of the person, is the experience of the …

That man, in the Netherlands, he thought that the world was his home, but he was deeply convinced that all things of value were defenseless. He, the pessimist in his country was a poet, as well as an innovator of visual arts. Lubertus Jacobus Swaanswijk (in art, Lucebert), was born in Amsterdam in the late summer of 1924, and entered …

He was the son of a man economically important, a Dutch devoted to international trade. That baby was born in Naarden in the summer of 1924, was very fond of poetry, minimalist, and had a keen interest in biology, but he would not, however, never sufficiently helped his father on the farm, and this also applies to the occurrence of …

The anger and fear, sadness and joy, surprise and anticipation, disgust and acceptance. These are not the ingredients of a cooking recipe, but just as they are preparing the food, their blend produces physiological and mental states. In most humans, these special conditions of the mind and the body, may also be due to external stimuli, such as that resulting …

Gerrit Achterberg was a Dutch poet, born in Langbroek in one day in May 1905 His literary activity has been channeled into the Protestant religion. Of the four volumes of his poems (out, RO, Radar and Cycle horde), you too can find words with scientific relevance, but you’ll have to imagine that that was his special way, and original, to …

DARK NIGHTS AND BLEAK Summer 2014 – Frida   “Nights dark and gloomy only to hand me reggesti, soft and gentle on your eyes matured in sweetness, joy welled up your face; The return to childhood and the children huddle with the fear of getting lost forever, oblivion … And realize, That slightly, in an instant, a night, a slight …

CLENCHED JAWS Fall 2013, by Frida   “Large drops of rain on a green grass and bright How many evenings here watching you Evoking delight for old seasons go Just to fight boredom   clenched jaw Cellmate You, too, only And distorted, Tell me about your travels beyond the grave, your spirit has taken too strong? Torments, justice, dead bodies, …

BLACK SPOTS Fall 2013 – Frida   “Black spots, On your sweet face once candid: dark spots …! The torments, songs, cartoons (…) Watch timed! I keep waiting for you but while always on my days and thick lenses my sad, long, chants mental … What a pain, that torment your absence. I end up detestarti so as not to …

CLOUDS Autumn, 2013, by Frida   “Mixed Feelings penis piercing mouths of misleading cripples on the streets of silicon walkers minds of barrels full of gold to adorn with laurel.   Dilapidated cloud playful, it’s raining, the ground is muddy, keep cheeks with honey, I close in the evenings with love Sun and wind.”

HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida. PRIVATE JOY Autumn 2013 by Frida “I draw parallel lines on your face tired, I hate you and I love you all the time. Changing mood I toss him your anger, your discontent I can barely stand. – You’re on the balls, you have to …