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Celebrate good times, come on!

Whiterooms

The saving lamp was shining brightly. Nobody was able to sleep. Mikey did a last controll for the supplies so they could live another day. On his way to the cellar. Using his hands, or even better, his fingertips. He dressed up. A JSF blocked his hearing. Minny! I hope yo see you soon.

In this after morning she was clear awake, knowing it all. The first day of her life.

Summer of peace

At first sight she pinned a youngster, tall, lean, dark hair, the second Assad. Not far away stood his mother. Voices of Mrs and Mr von Haydn, they welcomed her, introduced her, saying as a child she has been sitting on their laps. Now residents of the Netherlands. It could be possible, she had her roots in the sandy earth of the city were people spoke Dutch, English and Arabic all the time. In their circle the Aunt. Aunt! Wasn't she supposed to be dead?  Aunty looked old and piercy. Dear, she said, Are you overlooking me? Give me a kiss, the way I like it. How come she completely had forgotten about this member of her family. Her name, what is her name! Quick, memory, fantasy, was it a royal queenlike name? Aunt, mmmmp. How good to see you. What a surprise! You have become quite a girl, a young woman I must say, the blue eyed reptile tongued. Thank you. A better compliment was not to be expected. Where was Target? She gave a glance, she blinked repeatedly. Trying to get rid of the dust. Balcony. She read on the inside of her left eyelid. If you excuse me. I have to go to the toilet. My lips, you understand.

Summer of peace

Are you invited in their house?
1971 The Party Of The World, location Arabia. Maxim is cooking...
Yeah, sure. Every hour I check my smartphone, accompanied by my friends. No sweaters. I do have to watch out for my mother. She is as alert as a freak. If she knew I went to parties like this, she would not sleep at all. No matter what, she is dreaming all day, because of some uniform dude.
Hello, do you read?
No, I see. So long.
Her new sneakers silenced her over the grass. Irritated by the fact all liquor bottles were intact. And she had to leave them behind. No comment.

Outside the sun was as powerful as ever. Never like this before. Is she writing history now? What a joy. Smell the air o night. The iron Lady opened up, she felt a warmth somewhere near her breasts. What was that? How? Emails in September. Last year. You caught me. I was falling free.
The night is not for reading. All day it is light enough to figure out all printed words. Time is on her side. Everyday Julia, her personal visionary has already typed twelve chapters for her life a day. Easy reading, because most of the time she already knew. What's new, Jules? Never read the words on one of the architraves? Temple of Apollo? Ancient Greece? Never been there? Hell, you have a way to go! Even John still writes about you, how hard it is. It? The texts you wrote, 18 chapters, okay you win, but couldn't you have taken some more effort to write readable? Or was yoyr mind occupied with something, someone Else? Elsy?

The Festchamber was packed. All squares, ballshaped Meats and Triangulars, according to the dresscode 1961. Where to start? Whom did she recognize? O, wait! They recognized her! Indulge.

Summer of peace

She felt another paved road on the thin skin under her feet. The Frisian streetview. Turn left and close the eyes. Hear the rumblings of little streams. It was getting worse, like Jeffrey used to say. Sharp and dark were the linings of triagular rooftops. Mrs. the Best, youngman the Dragon, wintertime, something biochemical, Red Cross helpers, she was almost there. A dark whole the air slowly became. Was she standing upside down? Nothing could amuse her more. Dissolve into what has to become clouds, still.
It is time for a new space, a broken voice itched her right ear. A lightly pink coloured novel shoveled towards her using the horizontal surface of a terraced table. I give you three more tears. Afraid to fall in love, to love her tender. A farsighted view in time showed the inevitable death. My lying down, passing away, hiding in magistral grey. Was this his voice? The sound said so. Joris liked a Joke or two. She was forty seven, not afraid to die.
Keep on looking, in front of you, in other human eyes. For quite a while. Try to see, look and think. In no time. Do you know where the guns are trafficked to in Europe? Drivers of Volswagens know much more than you are aware of. Last year the sell figures went up. Tophumen changed places. Love you.
Yeah, shout it out loud! Don't care, they are all deaf anyway. Together they layed down on the grass. She touched for her implant. How did you get that? My surgeon sent it to me. No way? Really?

Sure. She was so desperate to help me. Share the good vibes with me. Now she is monitoring me. Probably I will end up in her rooms. For poets want to disappear again and again and again. She understand.

Summer of peace

It is nondedieux light, nothing has been brighter. Leap after leap, without even looking, Yours crossed the open field, far away from the motorway. Her hands up, catching drops of mist. 'No moon nor lightly clouds', she shouted. 'There is no need of a familynamed farmhouse here.' Her eyes shuttered, she saw the most beautiful appearances. No need for a previous time, she talked to other One. Don't care. This is the way to go, Girl.

She was Right. Nothing really happened. She didn't have to speed up, she didn't have to hurt herself, nor to be angry with the Wrong authority. Yes! It is so good to see it all. Carefully her hand touched a button. Dry! None of her breasts was spoiling. What a joy. Dancing circles happily. Humanhate, it is so good to see it all. Far away from the unsafe, knowing Oneself is knowing all the Stones. It is so easy to stay outside.

Keep on going, burning the dark a little lighter. Wrong, what was he doing here? One from the house of Trees. They always helped themselves, standing in front of all the other Ones. So the Others could not see. See what, exactly? The nondedieux light, fainting candlelight? Once Yours encountered a One, there were always more. They, the Ones, the group, a Tree team,Wrong Authorities. How hard was it going to be this time? Water was curling up. Somebody overthere? For sure. It was the hour of Zero. Nobody was meant to be inside at Zero.

People and especially the male by Tala Madani

Tala Madani
Now Artist, LA, USA. History in Teheran, Middle East. In between Amsterdam, the Netherlands.

Medium: painting oa.
Topics: Male bonding, oa.

Tala Madani, a rising Iranian American star
Good news after the British Amerucan supernova called David Bowie, New York

Again, on planet Earth, The West Is The Best.
Thank you, Jim Morrison, thank you Robert Shore, thank you Adam Laylock, than you editing team of ELEPHANT, issue 18, spring 2014.

Why hasn't Madani have had the opportunity to make an exposition in Germany or Sweden?

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Mus ad fundum

See I The Gold
Wet All Over
The Thirstforce Playing
A Child And Its Temper
Looses First Than Gains Powder

M muse Mijnsje m m

Melete, Aiode, Mneme, Mijnsje or Whom?

Identified as the Mnemosyne
Limousine
Memory of Titane
Mother of nine, nine Z musses

Flying to the top
To Olympia, Olympus
Thin, air, looking Woolf, Angel and Poet
In the eye

Globe, glove, a ball
Play, sing, rush, a flush
Poker face has left itself
At home

I rule
A moment
of
Reckless unbuttoning

space fishes

First the great, the generius, the brave

So glad to have you here

Ping! I have an idea

What if I started to name you

Youri Joery Joehi Joey Joer and i

Then what? What shall I call me

A light blue lady with the golden lion headed red bracelet

Smiling like the sun just came up

Swaying a large soft brand yellow bag

The train is not waiting

Hurry up, say it

That you love me, what else?

Or is it who else?

I glanced through your looking glass

Everyday is Valentina's day

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

nostradaMus

Een naam die zo bekend klinkt
En toch heette hij anders
De echte naam, in het register, was, is
Michel de Nostredame

Wanneer? In welk jaar werd de naam gegeven
1503?
Aan het begin, het eind
Ergens in het midden?

Apparently a drop out
Like you and now like me
The faculty of Medicin in Montpellier
Closed the doors for this male named body

The most beautiful thing is
The man fell in love two times of his life
One love lasted three years
The other one longer for more than 18.

Till she died. The inevidable.
And he lived on in all his wisdom.
Looking at the stars in the sky.
More people should do more often.

Mees

I was wrong
Not 1991
It was 1988
Turn of the year

La too young
Too young to die
As are you
What to do, now

I miss you
But I haven't had it yet
I adore you
Need some says who?

What is time
No idea do you
I know what is good
For me

I can wait a million years
Never grow old
Like you
Your little girl

d

Henry, Philip, Jacob
Once they were all
So true, zo waar
Now I am here and the are

Let's dance
Have fun
First things first
Let's go

My way, my world
Limes, lines and word
Wrd, wod, ord
The origine do the d

What is a d
A line, a circle
A sound
Thee?