Mahmoud Darwish has quietly left us on Saturday 9 August 2008 after 67 years of a life jumping from one peak to another, rising higher every time, transcending his own successes. He was a beautiful human being, able to see what no one else can see: in life, politics, and even people, expressing his visions in a language that seems to be made only for him to write with. When he decided to take on this difficult surgery we thought that he can beat death, like he did several times before… but he, it seems, with his prophetic insight, could clearly see his “ghost coming from afar”.

Als je lekker-of-niet aan het werk bent, kun je beter je afsluiten en nergens aan denken, anders wordt je gek, als je dat al toevallig niet bent. Ik kan je hier moeilijk tips geven omdat ik zelf een paar losse draden in mijn hoofd heb.
Wat wel werkt, is muziek luisteren. Tegenwoordig is alles online en digitaal, dus geen cassette bandjes en ook geen floppies. Wat een gek woord eigenlijk; floppy.
Als je erbij wilt horen moet je onder andere lid zijn van de volgende digitale stammen:

Hyves.nl
linkedin.com
myspace.com
facebook.com
last.fm
jobcircle.nl
flickr.com

A magical mixture
Of feelings, smells
Believes and traditions
Gathered in one city centre

Having missions
Selling and showing
Sometimes
Promoting visions

African dancers and drummers
Bright colors and beautiful skins
Make me
Swing inside
Wish for more sense of rythm
I would love to take a ride
But my ratio wins

Bellydancers
Graciously controlling their bodies
Shy but ruthless
Also
A Turkish band
A sense of homesickness
Arises
Which I can only partly comprehend
I so long for Istanbul
But in this kent*
I will always be a stranger
A fool
Also

The locals

Captured Bosnian Serb war crimes suspect Radovan Karadzic was practising alternative medicine and living in Serbia's capital, Belgrade.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7519039.stm

"Constaninople is the city where God and Man, Nature and Art, have combined to create one of the most beautiful sights that human eye can contemplate on earth."

Alphonse de Lamartine (1790-1869)

So many pigeon feathers
On the paths I wander
Which one really
Is destined to be mine?

I mostly pass them by
It's not a message
For me,
I bet
Not the right time
Yet

There we go again...
ME, I, MINE
Drowning in sorrow
My whole appearance
The doubt and fear
Again in one line

While the trees
Just are
Zen,
The wind is singing
And more than willing
To blow the tears away

And I resist
Crying
Picking up feathers

Why not give
It
Away

25-6-08

Hello,
Here I am, on Dengubas...Thanks to Safeen:-)
Can anybody tell me what this means?

For a ANTP-reunion I will collect emailaddresses, maybe everyone can invite the people they know or still are in contact with after our studies at Utrecht University for Dengubas?
A group blog will be created so we can keep in touch and set a date.
Am Looking forward!

Twicedoubleyou!

14/28-june-2009

http://www.fifa.com/confederationscup/qualifiers/index.html

Qualifiers

* Egypt (EGY)

* Iraq (IRQ)

* Spain (ESP)

* USA (USA)

* Brazil (BRA)

* South Africa (RSA)

* Italy (ITA)