Windwritten Whispers
“ Heroing is one of the shortest-lived professions there is ”
and you’ve done a hell of a job, dear Jip. Rest in peace. <3
Where Land and Oceans meet
My condolences:
it’s been fun but
it’s been enough
I’ve lived
I’ve laughed
I’ve loved
and now life
is in between where land
and oceans meet.
At times I still see the beauty
but touch it I cannot
Living on the edge can be quite a comfortable thing sometimes. But it’s about time I’m going to build myself a bridge.
Muslims and Christians chant “one hand” – meaning “we are one” - while holding up a Korans and a cross in Tahrir Square at the epicentre of the anti Mubarak demonstrations.
Photo from the New York Times
Where is the love?
There it is.
“ When i was little, my ambition was to grow up to be a book. Not a writer. People can be killed like ants. Writers are not hard to kill either, but not books. However systematically you try to destroy them, there is always a chance that a copy will survive and continue to enjoy shelf-life in some corner of an out-of-the-way library somewhere, in Reykjavik, Valladolid, or Vancouver. ”
Amos Oz (via lipstickinfamy) (via theoffbeatdrum)
It’s like an empty office: all the workers have gone home
the lights are turned out and the desks all alone
the chairs are cold, silence calls through the phones
an empty place where forgotten work roams
and all that’s left is a wrapper of stone.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep II
this I what I brought, you may forget me I promise to depart, just promise one thing kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep this is what I thought, I thought you’d need me this is what I thought, so think me naive I promised you a heart, you promised to keep kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep
this is what I brought you, this you can keep
