Women under water. Page 1.

So dry. I had to cry. What a text! People. Peoples stories. I wonder again and when I wake up I think again. What was it. Between us. What did I do. What did you do. You, solitary skinbag of bones. Shivering. Me. Shell, shelling, some thing delicious once you tasted it you would never stop. It was too late. Late afternoon. Westerbork was waiting. Something covered in glass. A greenhouse, freshly erected. You galloped the orange juice and of you went. In a whimp. For the hunt. Our children were waiting, hungry.

No more games

Simple playfull animations
Children learn the classics
Music by Prokofjev
How an orchestra works on the road
How director Danielle Gatti teaches excitness
Not interactieve, no
Every tree starts with a seed
275 schools adapted the applies
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Première

In July 1985

I was in Rome

Accompagning Josephine

Or was it the other way round

Did I do

The same as Napoleon

I had the bona partes

The right boobies and bills

At first glance

The Roman males thought so

Later they had to admit

It was not like that at all

Mr. Vagabond

So, tell me, Mr. Vagabond

About the children

Which of them were your favourites

And whom did you neglect?

I know there were so many

Some of them coming back to you

Again and again

Too hard to refuse

And didn't we agree in that

A few days before you could

Celebrate your sixties year

To play it platonic

Weren't that the rules

Too read, write, think and speak

Now and then

Like a three month itch

Finally you bought yourself a fairhaired girl

In the play offs, down south

Lying down for a while

In the arms of Eve

My heart is black

It is full of ink

Not like yours

Bright fluid maple red white flocks

Vink is back

Je kan er geen chocola van maken

Ik eet het op

Iets bruins zal mijn maag plezieren

Herkauwen komt geenszins naar boven 

Buiten pikt een vroege ekster wat weg op de veranda

Mus and man

Luister heel zachte belletjes
Rinkelen klinken fluisteren hardop
In the mean while
You could smell something in the neighbourhood of cinnamon

Fair people trade in tales
Close your eyes and see
Feel the three month itching

Like you were as a child, glowing
Outside opposite your favourite
Girl and church
Where did she go why did you loose sight of her

Stars, dust, radiance, wisdom, the sun
Fly, fly away
Come back as new
As you like the be the most

As I like you the best
Maybe, just maybe
Even love what I experience
Then, an appearance in the light

MUZ

1000 airoplanes on the roof
Music composed by Philip Glass, 1989
City walk, girlfriend, my building disappeared, screens of memory, what time is grey, labyrinth, return to the hive, three truths, the encounter, grey cloud over New York, where have you geen asked the doctor, a normal man running

Comparsa
Deep forest III
Composed by Eric Mouquet and Michel Sanchez, 1997
Monday sun, green and blue, madazulu, 1716, deep weather, comparsa, earthquake (transition 1),  tres Marias, radio Belize, ekue ekue, la lune de bat avec, les etiket ( transition 2), forest power, media luna