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Monday, March 16, 2009

The End.

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca, pray that the road is long, full of adventure, full of knowledge.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:You will never find such as these on your path, if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine emotion touches your spirit and your body. The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter, if you do not carry them within your soul, if your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long. That the summer mornings are many, when, with such pleasure, with such joy you will enter ports seen for the first time; stop at Phoenician markets, and purchase fine merchandise, mother-of-pearl and coral, amber, and ebony, and sensual perfumes of all kinds, as many sensual perfumes as you can; visit many Egyptian cities, to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca on your mind. To arrive there is your ultimate goal. But do not hurry the voyage at all. It is better to let it last for many years; and to anchor at the island when you are old, rich with all you have gained on the way, not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches. Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage. Without her you would have never set out on the road. She has nothing more to give you. And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.

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Monday, March 09, 2009


Liefelijke ruischt door de toppen der boomen
De voorjaarswind.
Zou die wind van mijn lieveling komen,
Die mij bemint?
Neen, dan zou ik zijn stem verstaan.
Zou die wind naar mijn lieveling gaan?
Zeg hem, o winden, dat ik hem groet,
Zeg dat hij weldra weerkomen moet.

Rusteloos stroomen de ruischende beken
Naar beneê.
Zouden ze mij van mijn lieveling spreken
Over de zee?
Neen, dan zou ik de woorden verstaan.
Zouden ze naar mijn lieveling gaan?
Zoeken ze hem op den oceaan?
Als ge, o stroomen, mijn liefste ontmoet,
Breng hem mijn groet;
Zeg, dat mijn hart zoo verlangen doet!
Zeg, dat hij wederkomen moet.

Zwijgend drijven de wolken en snellen
Mij voorbij.
Hebben die wolken mij niets te vertellen?
Geen tijding voor mij?
Zoek hem, o wolken en stroomen en wind,
Tot ge hem dood of levend vindt,
Maar... als zijn hart mij niet langer bemint...
Breng hem dan enkel mijn afscheidsgroet,
Zeg hem: het ga u op aarde goed;
Zeg, dat hij nimmer weerkomen moet.

Jacqueline E. van der Waals (1868-1922)

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Ich gai avekfuren...

I am sailing, I am sailing, Home again cross the sea.

I am sailing, stormy waters, To be near you, to be free.

I am flying, I am flying, Like a bird cross the sky. I am flying, passing high clouds, To be with you, to be free.

Can you hear me, can you hear me Thro the dark night, far away, I am dying, forever trying, To be with you, who can say.Can you hear me, can you hear me, Thro the dark night far away. I am dying, forever crying, To be with you, who can say.

We are sailing, we are sailing, Home again cross the sea. We are sailing stormy waters, To be near you, to be free. Oh lord, to be near you, to be free. Oh lord, to be near you, to be free.