Whenever the wind

softly brushes your sweet face --


it will be my breath.


Wanneer de wind zachtImmer wenn der Wind
over jouw gezicht strijkt, zal --leise dein Gesicht streift, wird --

dat mijn adem zijn.es mein Atem sein.

Poem H6004
Amsterdam, 2025-11-11
If you ever feel a light breath on your face (Pietro Metastasio / Antonio Vivaldi, Christoph W. Gluck) - 1727
Air "Se mai senti spirarti sul volto" (libretto Pietro Metastasio for the opera "Catone in Utica" ("Cato in Utica"), among others, set to music by Antonio Vivaldi (in 1737, RV 705), and by Christoph W. Gluck (in 1752: "La clemenza di Tito" ["The clemency of Titus"]) - 2nd act, 2nd scene - Caesar / Sextus
Collection: Love Mind and Death
Tribute to: Metastasio, Pietro 
Composers: Vivaldi, Antonio; Gluck, Christoph W. 
 

I still remember

where we walked then, I felt you --


next to me all day.


Waar we wandeldenIch weiß noch, wo wir
weet ik nog, ik voelde jou --waren, ich hab dich immer --

heel de dag naast mij.neben mir gespürt.

Poem H5695
Amsterdam, 2025-07-16
The road climbed over round stones (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Poem "De weg klom over ronde stenen", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part III [Ennio and Kees]) - August 29th, 1955, Milan
Collection: ThereFrom
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

I don't want to start

over with you, it cannot --


be that pure again.


Ik wil niet opnieuwIch möchte mit dir
beginnen met jou, zo puur --nicht neu anfangen, so rein --

kan het nooit meer zijn.kann's nie wieder sein.

Poem H5258
Amsterdam, 2025-02-18
Scarborough Fair (Anon. [England]) - 1670
Song (1670), album "Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme" (1966)
Collection: Love Mind and Death
Tribute to: Simon, Paul; Garfunkel, Art 
 

No one cries or yearns

anymore, about love: look --


under Folklore.


Er huilt of hunkertNiemand weint oder
niemand meer, over liefde:sehnt sich mehr, über Liebe:

kijk bij Folklore.siehe Folklore.

Poem H5143
Amsterdam, 2024-12-24
for love: click F (Renate Dorrestein) - 1998
Story "voor liefde: klik op F"
Collection: Lack
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate 
 

Our love is over,

however, never forget --


that it has been real.


Onze liefde isUnsere Liebe
voorbij, herinner je dat --ist vorbei, erinnere --

ze echt is geweest.dich, dass sie echt war.

Poem H5140
Amsterdam, 2024-12-22
A Severed Head (Iris Murdoch) - 1964
Play (1964, Iris Murdoch and John B. Priestley), based on the novel "A Severed Head" (1961, Iris Murdoch), 3rd act, 3rd scene
Collection: Dreams of love
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

Our hearts still in it,

our arms reaching around it --


yet, the bark is dead.


Ons hart er nog in,Die Herzen noch drin,
onze armen eromheen --unsere Arme rum um --

maar de bast is dood.die tote Rinde.

Poem S0508
Amsterdam, 2017-07-14
Bark (Hester Knibbe) - 2017
Gedicht "Bast" (collection "As, vuur")
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2000-2009
Tribute to: Knibbe, Hester 
 

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