Nov 8, 2007

First photo on the way!

Before the market!

Nice saturday in the way to the market in the south of Rotterdam. The trees are getting ready for the winter. I'm also getting ready by going back home (to MedellĂ­n!). ;)

Nov 1, 2007

Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden

Funeral Blues
W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Since long I have been thinking to place this poem here.
It is beautiful, touching and modern...
Poetry is not my favorite genre, but this poem is an exception.

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