On this day, you read something that moved you. That everyone and everything lives on inside. That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.
That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you're missing is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music. That life contradicts itself, constantly.
That the sun will rise each day. That love is the most important thing. That nothing matters up until this point. Forever.
"You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life.
A place longing to come alive again.
It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost...and for getting found.
I'll take you there, you'd said.
And I could say that I agreed." (Lucy Christopher - A letter to my captor)
"Dew that sparkles on the ground.
Blue mountains loom above.
Blue mountains loom.
And I walk alone; one wish
won’t be forgotten,
never forget that.
Long, is the path ahead.
And though my body tires,
and I have far to go,
I know I’m going home."
(Going Home - Ásgeir)
"I saw a friend of mine the other day, and he told me that my eyes were gleaming.
I said I had been away, and he knew, he knew the depths I was meaning.
And it felt so good to see his face
or the comfort invested in my soul.
To feel the warmth of a smile,
when he said "I'm happy to have you home....I'm happy to have you home."
(Keep your head up-Ben Howard)
This tragedy has a lot of impact, in the Dutch community and worldwide. But for as long that i lived and long before that, there is fear, pain and suffering in this world. When will it stop. Shall it ever stop.
#prayformh17 #worldpeace #stopwar ------------------------------------------
Never leave without saying goodbye.
Ga nooit weg zonder te groeten,
ga nooit heen zonder een zoen.
Wie het noodlot zal ontmoeten,
kan het morgen niet meer doen.
Loop nooit weg zonder te praten,
dat doet soms een hart zo pijn.
Wat je 's morgens hebt verlaten,
kan er 's avonds niet meer zijn.
"You're hotter than a summer's day in California. You got me melting like a sundae.
I know you've been waiting, you've been waiting a long time for me.
If you wait a little while longer this is how we'll be."
(Hot like Fire -The xx)
"Depth over distance every time, my dear. And this tree of ours may grow tall in the woods.
But it's the roots that will bind us here
to the ground.
Depth over distance was all I asked of you. And I may be foolish to fall as I do.
Still there's strength in the blindness you fear. If you're coming too." (Lyrics from the beautiful live performing on kcrw: Depth Over Distance-Ben Howard)
We Dutch celebrating today our first King’s Day! It's King Willem-Alexander’s birthday 👑, the first male monarch since 1890.
We have been celebrating Queen’s Day on 30 April, which is the birthday of the mother of our previous Queen Beatrix, since 1949. On her investiture Queen Beatrix 👑 decided to retain the date in honour of her mother Juliana. 👑 It's always such a big event in Holland, i love it! There are musicfestivals and free markets on the streets and everybody is happy 😊 We all wear the colour Orange🍊, the streets are decorated Orange🍊 and we buy Orange🍊cakes. Orange is the colour of our Dutch Royal Family 👑🍊. All you Dutchies have fun!
I hope one day you get to love someone like you love breathing air or drinking water. Like they are fundamental to your existence, needed and necessary.
I hope you get to love like gravity loves, like the sun loves the earth.
Like warm sunlight that touches your heart.
I hope one day we get to love like that.
"Dans le port d'Amsterdam,
Y a des marins qui chantent,
Les rêves qui les hantent,
Au large d'Amsterdam.
Dans le port d'Amsterdam,
Y a des marins qui dorment,
Comme des oriflammes,
Le long des berges mornes."
(Amsterdam - Jacques Brell)
Sometimes I wonder if you've only got a certain number of words and sentences in your head and if you use them all up, you get quiet.
Maybe that's why the young have so much to say, while the old hold what little words they have left so close and so tightly in their hearts.