Myself in this world

The past eight years have been eventful for me. I sold my house. I lived of the money i got from that. Now i’m nearing the end of my money.

I don’t know why i stay as calm as i do. Sometimes i do get nervous, anxious, scared. Mostly not. I should be so much more worried. Trying to find a job, to make some money to tie myself over. Make my life work.

This is not about me proving myself. This is not about me winning in any way. There is nothing to win, nothing to loose. But it is about me being truthful to myself, with all my heart. Doing the things i love to do, with all my heart.

Source: My future

I have spend my life to work on this website. With very little to show for it to be truthful. I want to be truthful to myself. This is so difficult. What does my heart want? A boyfriend? Is that it? True love? Someone to spend my life with, with all its difficulties and miscommunications? Someone to utterly love, despite all the hassles and confusions that will exist between us?

I don’t know anymore where and when i may find this person. I never knew anyway. I can only live my life as good as i can. Even if i completely fail at it.

Completely fail.

Published on June 7, 2022 at 6:00 by

There need to be people

Er moeten mensen zijn
die zonnen aansteken,
voordat de wereld verregent.

Mensen die zomervliegers oplaten
als het ijzig wintert,
en die confetti strooien
tussen de sneeuwvlokken.

Die mensen moeten er zijn.

Er moeten mensen zijn
die aan de uitgang van het kerkhof
ijsjes verkopen,
en op de puinhopen
mondharmonica spelen.

Er moeten mensen zijn,
die op hun stoelen gaan staan,
om sterren op te hangen
in de mist.
Die lente maken
van gevallen bladeren,
en van gevallen schaduw,

Er moeten mensen zijn,
die ons verwarmen
en die in een wolkeloze hemel
toch in de wolken zijn
zo hoog
ze springen touwtje
langs de regenboog
als iemand heeft gezegd:
kom maar in mijn armen

Bij dat soort mensen wil ik horen
Die op het tuinfeest in de regen BLIJVEN dansen
ook als de muzikanten al naar huis zijn gegaan

Er moeten mensen zijn
die op het grijze asfalt
in grote witte letters
LIEFDE verven
Mensen die namen kerven
in een boom
vol rijpe vruchten
omdat er zoveel anderen zijn
die voor de vlinders vluchten
en stenen gooien
naar het eerste lenteblauw
omdat ze bang zijn
voor de bloemen
en bang zijn voor:
ik hou van jou

er moeten mensen zijn
met tranen
als zilveren kralen
die stralen in het donker
en de morgen groeten
als het daglicht binnenkomt
op kousenvoeten

Weet je,
er moeten mensen zijn,
die bellen blazen
en weten van geen tijd
die zich kinderlijk verbazen
over iets wat barst
van mooiigheid
Ze roepen van de daken
dat er liefde is
en wonder
als al die anderen schreeuwen:
alles heeft geen zin
dan blijven zij roepen:
neen, de wereld gaat niet onder
en zij zien in ieder einde
weer een nieuw begin
Zij zijn een beetje clown,
eerst het hart
en dan het verstand
en ze schrijven met hun paraplu
i love you in het zand
omdat ze zo gigantisch
in het leven opgaan
en vallen
en vallen
en vallen

Bij dát soort mensen wil ik horen
die op het tuinfeest in de regen BLIJVEN dansen
ook als de muzikanten al naar huis zijn gegaan
de muziek gaat DOOR
de muziek gaat DOOR

Toon Hermans

there need to be people

There need to be people
that light suns,
before the world rains out.

People who let up summer kites
when it’s freezing winter,
and throw confetti
between the snowflakes.

Those people need to be there.

There need to be people
who stand at the exit of the cemetery
selling icecream,
and on the dumps
play harmonica.

There need to be people,
who stand on their chairs,
to catch the stars
in the mist.

Who make spring
of fallen leaves,
en of fallen shadow,

There must be people,
who warm us
and who in a cloudless sky
are in the clouds
so high
they jump rope
along the rainbow
when someone has said:
come in my arms

Those are the people that I want to belong with

Who KEEP dancing at the garden party
even after all the musicians have gone home

There need to be people
who on the grey asphalt
in great big letters
paint LOVE

People who carve names
into a tree
full of ripe fruit
because there are so many others
who run from butterflies
and throw stones
at the first spring blue
because they are afraid of:
I love you

There need to be people
with tears
as silver beads
who are rays in the dark
and welcoming morning
as the daylight comes
on dragging feet

You know,
there need to be people,
who blow bubbles
and have no concept of time
who can have childish wonder
about something that cracks
of beauty

They scream across the rooftops
that there is love
and wonder
when all those others are screaming:
no, the world is ending
and they see in every ending
a new beginning already

They’re a bit of a clown,
heart first
then mind
and they write with their umbrellas
I love you in the sand
because they are so enormously
absorbed in life

and fall
and fall
and fall

and RISE

These are the kind of people I want to belong with
Who KEEP dancing at the garden party
Even after the musicians have gone home

the music goes ON

the music goes ON

and ON

Published on June 6, 2022 at 6:00 by

Kissing and having sex and more

My first kiss i had on a beach in the moonlight on Tenerife. I was sixteen years old. He visited me once i was back home. I remember him asking my mum why i went to the gymnasium. He thought i didn’t need that. Bye bye!

I have been in love many times. The way a person looks, the way he dresses, the way he looks at me, all those things can spark my interest in a person. Someone may be beautiful. I fell for that a couple of times. I remember a young gorgeous man when i studied in Delft. I looked at him while sitting in a lecture hall. Nothing happened.

I remember sitting in my room with a young man i was in love with. I touched his penis. I remember it being soft and squishy. It rose up a bit when i touched it. Nothing further happened. I remember one night we tried to do it, have proper sex, close to my home. It didn’t work out.

My first proper sex experience was years later, when i was twenty-eight years old. We kissed on a New Years Eve party. I knew him, but not very well. I ended up in bed with him. First it didn’t work out. But i do remember lying awake after a failed sex attempt and waking him up and kissing him. And yes… we did it.

I wasn’t very much in love with him. We broke up after a month or two. It sounds easier than it was. I felt let down by some of my best friends, who didn’t ask me anything about my experience with sex. I broke up with them. That hurt me even more.

After that i fell in love with another man. He didn’t fall in love with me. It lasted for years. Nothing came of it.

The last couple of years i had some fleeting loves, but nothing too serious. Some men i found attractive, but i knew quickly it was no use.

This is part of my life story. I have grown up over the years. Bit by bit. With trial and error. Making the same mistakes over and over, sure.

I hope i have learned enough. Enough to make some good decisions. Do i pick a quiet and silent life or an active and public life. My heart goes to the latter life. In the midst of people, fighting for what we believe in. With all our might.

Published on June 3, 2022 at 6:00 by

Rotterdam Rooftop Walk

On Tuesday i went to the Rooftop Walk on the Coolsingel. I spoke with some people who sat down next to me while i was waiting for my time slot to enter, a quarter past eleven. Walking up into the sky i came across them a couple of more times. We talked about the dryness of the plants. Only some planters had a water sprayer, with more moist soil. The whole exhibit was a mixed bag for me. The roof garden idea is good, but in my opinion it can not replace a garden on the ground with good soil and compost and trees and veggies and flowers and comfrey and other plants. More green in cities is something to strive for, but roof gardens is not enough. The other things shown: solar panels and small wind turbines is all fine with me.

Halfway i started a talk with a lady who was part of the Pickwick club, a British social meeting place for women. She was the one who pointed my attention to the little plants in their little pots standing on the roof. It really was a bit off. Not sure they will be standing there in two months time.

I was up there for an hour at least. A lovely day.

Published on June 1, 2022 at 6:00 by

Today is dinner and movietime!

Today, Sunday, i am making a dinner for my neighbour from the apartment above. A Spanish kind of chicken thigh stew with rice (for him) and a salad with radicchio and rocket and avocado and walnuts and tarragon and mint.

After that we are gonna watch a movie: Everything Everywhere All at Once. Very curious about this movie, seems right up my alley.

That is it for today. See you tomorrow!

PS. It is after ten, my neighbour just left. It was a lovely evening in which we had something good to eat, a nice glass of wine, some green tea for him and a coffee for me together with some chocolate. Lovely!

Published on May 30, 2022 at 6:00 by

In which Pooh and Piglet go hunting and nearly catch a woozle

THE Piglet lived in a very grand house in the middle of a beech-tree, and the beech-tree was in the middle of the forest, and the Piglet lived in the middle of the house. Next to his house was a piece of broken board which had: “TRESPASSERS W” on it. When Christopher Robin asked the Piglet what it meant, he said it was his grandfather’s name, and had been in the family for a long time. Christopher Robin said you couldn’t be called Trespassers W, and Piglet said yes, you could, because his grandfather was, and it was short for Trespassers Will, which was short for Trespassers William. And his grandfather had had two names in case he lost one—Trespassers after an uncle, and William after Trespassers.

“I’ve got two names,” said Christopher Robin carelessly.

“Well, there you are, that proves it,” said Piglet.

One fine winter’s day when Piglet was brushing away the snow in front of his house, he happened to look up, and there was Winnie-the-Pooh. Pooh was walking round and round in a circle, thinking of something else, and when Piglet called to him, he just went on walking.

“Hallo!” said Piglet, “what are you doing?”

“Hunting,” said Pooh.

“Hunting what?”

“Tracking something,” said Winnie-the-Pooh very mysteriously.

“Tracking what?” said Piglet, coming closer

“That’s just what I ask myself. I ask myself, What?”

“What do you think you’ll answer?”

“I shall have to wait until I catch up with it,” said Winnie-the-Pooh. “Now, look there.” He pointed to the ground in front of him. “What do you see there?”

“Tracks,” said Piglet. “Paw-marks.” He gave a little squeak of excitement. “Oh, Pooh! Do you think it’s a—a—a Woozle?”

“It may be,” said Pooh. “Sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn’t. You never can tell with paw-marks.”

With these few words he went on tracking, and Piglet, after watching him for a minute or two, ran after him. Winnie-the-Pooh had come to a sudden stop, and was bending over the tracks in a puzzled sort of way.

“What’s the matter?” asked Piglet.

“It’s a very funny thing,” said Bear, “but there seem to be two animals now. This—whatever-it-was—has been joined by another—whatever-it-is—

and the two of them are now proceeding in company. Would you mind coming with me, Piglet, in case they turn out to be Hostile Animals?”

Piglet scratched his ear in a nice sort of way, and said that he had nothing to do until Friday, and would be delighted to come, in case it really was a Woozle.

“You mean, in case it really is two Woozles,” said Winnie-the-Pooh, and Piglet said that anyhow he had nothing to do until Friday. So off they went together.

There was a small spinney of larch trees just here, and it seemed as if the two Woozles, if that is what they were, had been going round this spinney; so round this spinney went Pooh and Piglet after them; Piglet passing the time by telling Pooh what his Grandfather Trespassers W had done to Remove Stiffness after Tracking, and how his Grandfather Trespassers W had suffered in his later years from Shortness of Breath, and other matters of interest, and Pooh wondering what a Grandfather was like, and if perhaps this was Two Grandfathers they were after now, and, if so, whether he would be allowed to take one home and keep it, and what Christopher Robin would say. And still the tracks went on in front of them….

Suddenly Winnie-the-Pooh stopped, and pointed excitedly in front of him. “Look!”

“What?” said Piglet, with a jump. And then, to show that he hadn’t been frightened, he jumped up and down once or twice more in an exercising sort of way.

“The tracks!” said Pooh. “A third animal has joined the other two!” “Pooh!” cried Piglet “Do you think it is another Woozle?”

“No,” said Pooh, “because it makes different marks. It is either Two Woozles and one, as it might be, Wizzle, or Two, as it might be, Wizzles and one, if so it is, Woozle. Let us continue to follow them.”

So they went on, feeling just a little anxious now, in case the three animals in front of them were of Hostile Intent. And Piglet wished very much that his Grandfather T. W. were there, instead of elsewhere, and Pooh thought how nice it would be if they met Christopher Robin suddenly but quite accidentally, and only because he liked Christopher Robin so much. And then, all of a sudden, Winnie-the-Pooh stopped again, and licked the tip of his nose in a cooling manner, for he was feeling more hot and anxious than ever in his life before. There were four animals in front of them!

“Do you see, Piglet? Look at their tracks! Three, as it were, Woozles, and one, as it was, Wizzle. Another Woozle has joined them!”

And so it seemed to be. There were the tracks; crossing over each other here, getting muddled up with each other there; but, quite plainly every now and then, the tracks of four sets of paws.

“I think,” said Piglet, when he had licked the tip of his nose too, and found that it brought very little comfort, “I think that I have just remembered something. I have just remembered something that I forgot to do yesterday and sha’n’t be able to do to-morrow. So I suppose I really ought to go back and do it now.”

“We’ll do it this afternoon, and I’ll come with you,” said Pooh.

“It isn’t the sort of thing you can do in the afternoon,” said Piglet quickly. “It’s a very particular morning thing, that has to be done in the morning, and, if possible, between the hours of What would you say the time was?”

“About twelve,” said Winnie-the-Pooh, looking at the sun.

“Between, as I was saying, the hours of twelve and twelve five. So, really, dear old Pooh, if you’ll excuse me—What’s that.”

Pooh looked up at the sky, and then, as he heard the whistle again, he looked up into the branches of a big oak-tree, and then he saw a friend of his.

“It’s Christopher Robin,” he said.

“Ah, then you’ll be all right,” said Piglet.

“You’ll be quite safe with him. Good-bye,” and he trotted off home as quickly as he could, very glad to be Out of All Danger again.

Christopher Robin came slowly down his tree.

“Silly old Bear,” he said, “what were you doing? First you went round the spinney twice by yourself, and then Piglet ran after you and you went round again together, and then you were just going round a fourth time”

“Wait a moment,” said Winnie-the-Pooh, holding up his paw.

He sat down and thought, in the most thoughtful way he could think. Then he fitted his paw into one of the Tracks …and then he scratched his nose twice, and stood up.

“Yes,” said Winnie-the-Pooh.

“I see now,” said Winnie-the-Pooh.

“I have been Foolish and Deluded,” said he, “and I am a Bear of no Brain at All.”

“You’re the Best Bear in All the World,” said Christopher Robin soothingly.

“Am I?” said Pooh hopefully. And then he brightened up suddenly.

“Anyhow,” he said, “it is nearly Luncheon Time.”

So he went home for it.


Published on May 27, 2022 at 6:00 by