Another day

Allez hop, het is weer zo'n dag. Ariana weigert haar melkje, neut bij het slapen, mijn keel doet pijn. Straks komt de nieuwe poetsvrouw en ik moet haar alles uitleggen. Ik noch Ariana hebben gegeten.
Grmbl

I like that you are crazy not with me

I like that you are crazy not with me,
I like that I’m not with you crazy, either,
That ne’er the heavy planet’s globe will be
Drifting away under our feet, quite easy.
I like that one might funny be and brave,
And free-behaved – and not to play words, rather,
And not to blush with choking a wave,
At easy touching just a sleeve another’s.

I thank you with my hand and all my heart
For loving me (that you don’t even know!),
For the sweet peace, I own in the night,
For the scarce meeting in the eve’s fast flow,
For our not-walking under the moonlight,
For our not-standing under the sun’s glow –
That not with me – alas – you lose your mind,
That not with you – alas – I lose my own.

by Marina Tsvetaeva (1892-1941)
Translated by Yevgeny Bonver

To My Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

by Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672)

How Do I Love Thee? Let me count the ways

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

4 dagen vrij

pfffff
ofwel word ik zot, ofwel ben ik al zot geworden... 4 dagen verlof en ik voel me echt narcoleptisch.
ik mis de dagdagelijkse adrenaline, en daardoor voel me nogal slecht...ik weet dat ik kan ook van thuis af nogal veel leren en veel doen, maar het is anders... het is op mijn gemakske, en ik hoef niet onder druk te staan
ik wil al terug naar Gent... straks zal ik mijn spullen en mijn kat in auto laden en weggaan.... tzal beter voor mij zijn :)

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