21 stories & pictures about “Piusplein”

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1. Mirella   // Sep 17, 2011 at 1:03 am (Report this...)
   Donderdagavond.
   

   
2. Hans Doodkorte   // Sep 15, 2011 at 11:53 pm (Report this...)
   Music creates identity,
   u must have heard this before,
   this is part of reality,
   but reality contains more,
   
   U don't kill,
   after hearing a song,
   it pumps u up... but still,
   it doesn't do anything wrong,
   
   Anger builds up in so many ways,
   it's a process of years,
   in some cases maybe just days,
   but music ain't what the victim fears,
   
   It's a knife or maybe a gun,
   that one uncontrolled slice,
   that bullet that ends the fun,
   the artist doesn't roll the dice.
   

   
3. Hans Doodkorte   // Sep 15, 2011 at 11:50 pm (Report this...)
   One night I had a wondrous dream,
   One set of footprints there was seen,
   The footprints of my precious Lord,
   But mine were not along the shore.
   
   But then some strange prints did appear,
   And I asked the Lord, “What have we here?
   Those prints are large and round and neat,
   O Lord, they’re too big for my feet.”
   
   “My child,” He said in somber tones,
   “For miles I carried you along.
   I challenged you to walk in faith,
   But you refused and made me wait.
   
   You disobeyed, you would not grow,
   The walk of faith, you would not know,
   So I got tired, I got fed up,
   And there I dropped you on your butt.
   
   Because in life, there comes a time,
   When one must fight, and one must climb,
   When one must rise and take a stand!
   …or leave their butt prints in the sand.”
   

   
4. Hans Doodkorte   // Sep 15, 2011 at 11:48 pm (Report this...)
   ik speelde dagelijks sonates
   en eenmaal zachter dan tevoren
   terwijl ik dacht dat je 't niet kon horen
   de Mondschein die jouw voorkeur had
   
   je bracht het loodwit als een kuif op water
   zodat de golfslag al maar wilder werd
   en grauwe wolken leek te raken
   
   nu rondden bleke handen het palet
   je volle aandacht kreeg mijn spel
   terwijl jouw fluitend hoortoestel
   de slotmaat tergend overtroefde
   riep je plots de componist bij naam
   

   
5. Paula Anguita   // Sep 14, 2011 at 3:32 pm (Report this...)
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