zaterdag 6 juni 2009

The Killers was incredibly amazing

On the 29th May I went to The Killers. It was so amazing! We were front row and center.

woensdag 20 mei 2009

Queensday Amsterdam

I wanted to post it earlier but I was so busy with everything, here are some photo's of queensday in Amsterdam. I was with some friends on the Museumplein.

My boyfriend and the two redheads

Having fun in the train

11 am, there was 'nobody'

So many people out there!

dinsdag 5 mei 2009


I took with me to bed last night
the moon
thigh touching thigh
his luminous cheek on mine
lips unmoving
our faces conversed
in the dark
the mist of his breath
in my dreaming ear
my fingers asleep on his neck
his cold hair covered my eyes
while the body made round mine
a liquid fortress
a sheep cried in the night
a racoon stirred
and several times I woke
to make sure he was really there
but some time in the night
a disappearing love
he drew the quilt around me
and transient
stole away

Nina Winter, August 1973

vrijdag 1 mei 2009

Everybody's changing

Remember the little blue dress that I bought in March? First it looked like a very nice dress, but actually I did wear it once. Today I decided to customize it, now it's a blouse.



vrijdag 24 april 2009

New shoes

The colors of this photo are a bit weird, my feet looks more ugly than they are. But I like them! And a friend of mine called me hippy, yes fine.

donderdag 23 april 2009

Four winds blowing through her hair

My mother took some photo's of me in the park, because the weather was very good. And finally my testweek's over. Tomorrow I do have to school, and then holiday!

maandag 20 april 2009

Where the sky is filled with bewildered flowers of music, I've let go the boat of my songs

All along the eastern shore
Put your circuits in the sea
This is what the world is for
Making electricity

But there's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten
Life can always start up anew
The models will have children, we'll get divorce
We'll find some more models
Everything must run its course

You toss all the mornings lost to the clouds and you watch it go
Your fairweather friends on a parachute binge get lost when the wind blows
The handshake's stuck on the tip of my tongue
It tastes like death but it looks like fun