And then Indy shouted: 'There is no God!'
And then God owned his ass.
Then Indy giggled.
Anyway.
It's been a week since my last post, so I guess it's time for a new one. I spent some time at the school library today and after two hours of Regeneration by Pat Barker and another hour of studying Spanish my mind turned to other things. There were three things that popped into my mind.
The first one is a sentence that just came out of nowhere when I thought about the girl mentioned in the previous two or three posts. I haven't seen her in quite a while, pity since I've been working on my yawning skills.
Gods wegen zijn ondoorgrondelijk, de jouwe onbewandelbaar
I don't know what it means, perhaps I'll figure it out some time soon. The second thought is a bit longer and it's in English. Since I had to leave the library at closing time, I didn't have time to make up a decent title for it, for now I'll call it:
Mama 01
NOTHING WILL
EVER BE
AS IT USED TO BE
AS IT SHOULD BE
COME BACK TO ME
WHY YOU
WHY NOT HIM, HER, ANYBODY
BUT YOU
FROM US YOU WERE TAKEN
NEVER TO RETURN
ENDLESS LANDS OF EMPTYNESS
FILL MY MIND WITH THE NOTHINGNESS
THAT REALITY HAS BECOME
WITHOUT YOU ON MY WAY
GOING ON 'S NOT EASY
AND NAUGHT WILL EVER BE
NEVER YOUR STRONG HEART IN THIS
NOT COMPLETELY ME
GODS IN HEAVENS THERE ARE NOT
NOT ONE THAT BINDS US ALL
A MOTHER'S LOVE ALWAYS THE STRONGEST
WITH THAT GONE ALL SHALL FALL
BIRDS STILL FLY AND GRASS GROWS GREEN
EARTH REVOLVES ONCE MORE
INSPIRING NATURE EVER BLOOMS
AND, ONE DAY, SO WILL WE
NOTHING WILL
EVER BE
AS IT USED TO BE
AS IT SHOULD BE
COME BACK TO ME
WHY YOU
WHY NOT HIM, HER, ANYBODY
BUT YOU
FROM US YOU WERE TAKEN
NEVER TO RETURN
ENDLESS LANDS OF EMPTYNESS
FILL MY MIND WITH THE NOTHINGNESS
THAT REALITY HAS BECOME
WITHOUT YOU ON MY WAY
GOING ON 'S NOT EASY
AND NAUGHT WILL EVER BE
NEVER YOUR STRONG HEART IN THIS
NOT COMPLETELY ME
GODS IN HEAVENS THERE ARE NOT
NOT ONE THAT BINDS US ALL
A MOTHER'S LOVE ALWAYS THE STRONGEST
WITH THAT GONE ALL SHALL FALL
BIRDS STILL FLY AND GRASS GROWS GREEN
EARTH REVOLVES ONCE MORE
INSPIRING NATURE EVER BLOOMS
AND, ONE DAY, SO WILL WE
On the back of the sheet of paper on which I wrote the above, I wrote one last sentence before I left the library:
This is Yougri and this is my story.
This is Yougri and this is my story.

1 opmerking:
Damn, mooie tekst, en nu ben ik beniuwd naar wat met Yougri (or whatever) gaat gebeuren. 'k moe ook es werk maken van mijn verhalenbrei in m'n hoofd. eerst '44 afwerken
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