Alle inzendingen over Die and

That you think of me in Stuttgart of all places, where Stuttgärter live, work and die and that you finish off the letter with lots of love, transported in bits and bytes, reaching parts others couldn't reach, make me wonder about space and time and distance in a mathematical way and fantasise In the transport room, I'll be ready…

Around the house there's one thing I can do: I fill the waterjug and have no clue hence always spill and have the cloth mislaid. She says this work is to a man taboo. And I feel helpless and to myself tirade when she has my own clumsiness repaid by serving me her tasty, steamy stew.…

Everything is new and familiar while you're entering the room Eyes dark and skin of cinnamon in the first evening light Your lips taste like strawberries in Spring Your hands carrying the fragrance of dinner prepared in the kitchen celery, parsley and thyme There is no more than all around us and a song of Nat King Cole…

There have been joys too great to be described in words, and there have been griefs upon which I have not dared to dwell, and with these in mind I say, climb if you will, but remember that courage and strength are naught without prudence, and that a momentary negligence may destroy the happiness of a lifetime.…

They sailed on Europe the Truly Greatest Unsinkable Ship Ever Built and this ship was so hot all icebergs melted within a range of 12 nautical miles That's all I recall, the old man said He remained silent and I knew he was lying and his eyes glazed so close at the waves the waves of time and tide…

Ik tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, We’d walk all the way to heaven And bring you home again. We love you very much and You wil be forever in our hearts.…

A child is mysterious and powerful and contains within himself the secret of human nature.…

mijn naaste buren Marokkanen en nog één op de and're hoek ik zou ze echt niet willen missen ja, dat is nou and're koek!…

There has to be a way someway better than this We talk about the things we need and forget about the things we miss Peace and understanding has been gone for years Instead of all that we now got hate and tears…

Insane thoughts race through my mind One more malicious than the other Deceit and betrayal And red raw jealousy - Livid, lethal - Poisoning what's left Of the sense And devouring the sane There is no escape From this ravenous rage Nowhere to hide From its hideousness…

En toen we aldaar koffie dronken, weerklonk door de luidsprekers de song "Me and you and a dog named Boo", die ons rechtstreeks terugvoerde in de tijd, naar die jaren van "Love and Peace"; naar onze studententijd....…

By a sudden and adroit movement I placed my left eye against his fist. The ground flew up and hit me on the head.…

I have a life and it's all mine, and don't you dare to touch it when I feel fine, And if you don't like the way I live, I'm sorry but I won't change just to give... to give you the feeling it's under control, 'cause being myself means being free 'n all.…

I never believed in fairy tales About heroes, trolls and angels But something convinced me ... An angel itself I looked out of the window, And I saw an angel An angel with eyeblinding beauty I don't know, if angels could love humans And if the angel wants to love a human But I'm happy, I can say That I saw an angel once…

Bij het chatten vraagt 'n Amerikaan "Are you handsome, rich and thin" en zij antwoordt heel spontaan "no, I zit somewhere tussen in, but will you come and visit me I have passie ter compensatie".…

And emeralds, and sunset-hearted opals, And Asian marble, veined With scarlet flame, and cool green jade, and moonstones Misty and azure-stained; And almondtrees in bloom, and oleanders, Or a wide purple sea, Of plain-land gorgeous with a lovely poison, The evil Darling pea.…

Iedere geest danst op zijn eigen koord; Dat de een, rechtlijnig eenzaam, de and're stoort, Die kans is klein; voor botsing geen gevaar: Ze dansen naast en om en langs elkaar, Elk door zijn eigen gratie zo bekoord, Dat hij de roep van de and're artist niet hoort, Die aandacht vraagt voor zijn sierlijk gebaar.…

Now dark suspicion wakes, and love departs, And cold distrust its well-feigned smile displays; And they are waned and faded from our hearts, The old companions of our early days! My Heart Is Like A Withered Nut!…

I left the shells to dwell in sea's design of waves on sand and all along the shore we went at last returning home. And then indeed he died. In rage of memory I had my way returning to the shore picking up shells, separating these forbidden treasures and hence pressing angrily each upon each.…

I left the shells to dwell in sea's design of waves on sand and all along the shore we went at last returning home. And then indeed he died. In rage of memory I had my way returning to the shore picking up shells, separating these forbidden treasures and hence pressing angrily each upon each.…

And with a voice like amber wine she spoke: "Great sir, now all is clear and seeming well, Yet still there is but one remaining problem; My children, sir, they as of yet unborn, Shall never hear your words so pure and grand." "You see" the great one spoke aloud, "It is your humble kin for whom I write this book.…

breath and mine The oxygen for my world Little feet running around Our heartbeat…

sorrow And every word you said The creator to so many things We never realize what for Now I know why I met you Because I've seen your soul before The space between your heart and your mind Is sometimes called the soul The personification to you morals And your emotional control Stronger than the human spirit The human soul you…

And here sat a Baron, and there sat a Knight, And here stood a Page in his habit all bright, And here a young Soldier in armour bedight With a Friar carous'd, one and all.…

Like a Butterfly I fly from flower to flower searching and waiting for the one who please me the most like a butterfly I fly I like every flower but always fly away searching and waiting like a butterfly…

Ik citeer: "Whenever we look to this White House for some leadership or consolation or any semblance of steadiness, what we get instead is chaos, division, and a total and utter lack of empathy."…

everything called herb and weed would pick some bent-grass in the dunes and muse how time slipped from our hands Perhaps I'd walk bowed through the fields see flax-and cornflowers bloom but I'd look for that special blue that sparkled in those eyes of you I might dream in clover-beds of happiness as the rarest thing I'd be the shadow…

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking And racing around to come up behind you…

I pray and I pray… For those, who will say, That “war” is the way. Who will they betray? Innocent people far away, Who can only stay And wait for the day, That they come out to play: “Death without Delay”…

I jumped out of my box And reached out for your love And now I'm finally happy Living in the clouds above...…