Alle inzendingen over ande

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…

Die andere en dan een jij daar op dat andere perron die andere straat dat andere zelf wie ben jij dat je voelt en hoe die zelfs misschien eens lachte neukte een berg beklom en tussendoor misschien een vrouw iets echts te zeggen had de wereld grijpt en vloekt en schreeuwt en ik en jij maar doodgezwegen naar ook een onbevredigend einde…

Het idee dat ons leven en streven altijd gladjes, optimistisch, vreugdevol of zelfs maar voorspoedig zou verlopen, en dat de omstandigheden waarin dat gebeurt maakbaar en beheersbaar zouden zijn, is een overblijfsel van de tijd dat onze ouders ons voor het slapengaan geruststellende verhaaltjes voorlazen.…

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.…

Of Monsters and Men is een vijfhoofdige indie folk/pop band uit Keflavik, IJsland, opgericht in 2010. De leden zijn de zangeres Nanna Bryndís Hilmarsdóttir, geboren op 6 mei 1989 in Garour, de thuisbasis van de band en al vanouds een grote visserij-stad, tevens bekend om zijn vuurtorens.…

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....…

'Doom and Gloom' mensen en kneiterhard svp..! We léven nog!  Maar waar is Bertje ?…

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

In het nummer ‘Hide in your shell’ van Supertramp (van het album ‘Crime of the Century’) worden de woorden gezongen: “How would it be if you could see the world through my eyes?” Voor mij werd dat de stelling, waarin verwoord wordt dat het de moeite loont om je te verplaatsen in anderen. In eerste instantie voelde ik mij toegezongen in mijn ellende…

Mezelf zijn voor een ander Veranderen voor mezelf Stééds ben ik me vóór te veranderen vanzelf…

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.…