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The sun rises in ParadiseThe sun rises in Paradise. I wake up and rub the sleep out of my eyes. I get up, make a cup of coffee and stare sullenly into the empty distance while I slowly drink away the mixture of ground up beans and hot water. I open the door, to be greeted by the headlines of the morning paper: "Sixteen people dead after train derailment". Death, again.
You kind of get used to the idea of dying after living in a community like Paradise. It's a home for the elderly, like me, and most people that enter Paradise, leave stiff as a board and white as snow. I hardly know the people around me, we keep to ourselves most of the time, but when someone dies eac
In the height of the blackened skiesIn the height of the blackened skies
the glow of pasty orange light flashes by
A dislocated grin catches the blind man's eye,
watching as his friend from the regiment dies
White teeth clearing through the black of the night,
smiling at his fate in the glow of the moonlight
In a blackened robe it came down from the heights
and took away his essence, his blessings and his blights
Birthdays, birthdaysBirthdays, birthdays.
Another year has come and gone, times are changing, though very slowly. The sand of the hourglass passes through the cracks in our fingers as we try to hold on to it, but the harder we grasp, the faster it trickles towards the sandy beaches of eternity, mingling with the sands of time of millions of other lost souls.
I remember a time long passed where I did not take notice of the implications of one's annual celebration, but now it's impossible to think of birth without that natural defect that comes along with it: death.
Time is an ever moving conveyor belt, inching towards that end, and we make choices. Either we m
I've lived through dreamsI've lived through dreams, so free of blight, a garden in the summer eve. I've lived through beautiful delights, the likes of which you'd not believe. I've lived through waking up from these, to be filled to brim with sorrow. Seeing sights I did believe, and still would, come tomorrow.
NederlandDe uitgestrekte vlakten van het Nederlandse land.
Waar je met eigen ogen waar kunt nemen dat de aarde wel degelijk rond is. Wolken bedekken het land waar de zon probeert te schijnen, en werpen een indrukwekkend schaduwspel over het tarwe dat golft in de wind. Diezelfde wind brengt de wieken van de eenzame molen in de verte in beweging, welken klagen en steunen, maar na al die jaren nog altijd werken als naar behoren.
Het is altijd even bekomen wanneer ik het Nederlandse landschap, na tijdelijk afscheid, weer tegemoet kom. Hoe hard ik ook ren, Nederland beent me altijd bij en zuigt me terug naar het huiselijke zuiden, waar ik mijn thuis ooit
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More