So, today it is monday and I am a bit tired and my bike is still broken. I had a wonderfull weekend wish more of these things will come. The Keukenhof was great and very beautifull, and of course I wrote a poem, I go to be very short, I am busy these days so here the poem:
Ils peuvent essayer, mais ils n’arrivent pas
Le bateau navigue vers l’autre coté et ta chère devient
au long du distance de plus en plus petit
jusqu’au moment qu’elle disparaît de ton vue.
Les vagues essaie de lui oublier,
le vent essaie de disparaître
sa voix et la nuit sa figure
Partir c’est mourir un peu et
la distance, les vagues, le vent
et la nuit te font mourir un peu.
Heureusement il y a le cœur, car le cœur
n’oublie jamais ta chère, même si
distance, vagues, vent et la nuit l’essaieront.
Amsterdam, le 19 avril 2009
They can try, but they do not succeed
The boat sails away to the other side and your love one becomes
along distance smaller and smaller
until the moment that she disappears from your sight.
The waves try to forget her,
the wind tries to disappear
her voice and her appearance
Leaving is dying a bit and
the distance, the waves, the wind
and the night try to let you dying a bit.
Fortunately there is the heart,
because the heart never forgets your love,
even-if distance, waves and wind will try to do so.
Amsterdam, 19th April 2009
