dutchA collection of 2 posts

Klokken rekken zich, stenen strekken, smeltwater ruist door kasseien, druppels vloeien, adem ontstaat. De Vltava rilt, splijt haar huid, mist vlucht, bruggen dampen, de stad vervaagt in rimpelend licht. Stemmen…

We rise as stars they hoped would never burn, glow as sparks they tried to smother in ash. Let them build walls to keep us out, draw lines that define…