Friday, October 21, 2011
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| Kunstwerk van Isabelle Stroef |
Rain falls from the sky in large drops, I want to dance with the drops on the earth. I exhale, smile and feel sad, a mixture of everything.
Mother earth is terminally ill, cancer ravaging her body that was so beautiful once. She is there to cherish our physical body, heaven for sculpting of our thoughts. Together they are a whole, like our soul and our body are one. Many human attacks made her go to perdition. Fever raises her temperature, seizures cause lethal shockwaves. Her body that was so beautiful once, has gotten a lot of faded spots. Has been devoured by humans, it is man who has messed up his own life fully consciously. Her impotence causes fierce storms, her inner self ravages. She profoundly spews her bile wide. Let’s get lost timelessly in time, merging past and present to dare to travel into the future. To unite our forces to make her healthy again, so she can freely scatter her wonders on the world at new. Will summers, be summers. Will it be possible again for you to rest in a meadow filled with green underneath the trees in the sunshine. To get up early again and watch the sun rise. To go to the see and to get carried away by the sound of the waves. To enjoy again the pure blue sky and the crystal clear water.
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Goed vertaald Sven dank u wel, iedereen kan ervan genieten ook van uit Azië wordt er veel op onze blog gekeken. Mvg, William
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