tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76948783944020563552012-01-24T22:50:20.695-04:00Coolsplanet.comFemianoreply@blogger.comBlogger1271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-57763714510893081682012-01-23T18:29:00.000-04:002012-01-24T03:38:50.375-04:00Een dochter van Epicurus
Het boekje Een dochter van Epicurus, geschreven door derk cools, is voor wie in Europa woont te bestellen via www.amazon.de Dit heeft het voordeel van lagere verzendkosten.
Een Dochter van EpicurusDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-74097512461933060302012-01-16T21:39:00.001-04:002012-01-16T21:40:36.936-04:00Hanging dried Fish
still shining - even dead
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-90262628443275196432011-12-24T11:55:00.004-04:002011-12-24T11:58:21.814-04:00recycling by nature?Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-7728892705090180612011-12-24T11:54:00.000-04:002011-12-24T11:54:26.156-04:00Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-30362037087300640962011-12-14T14:15:00.002-04:002011-12-14T14:23:13.272-04:00Red Socks
Does it matter if Epicurus wears red socks? It's not a historical question nor a matter of sports. Are the socks made of wool? Is it a question for these sheep? Philosophy concerns unanswerable questions. So, this is a philosophical question?Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-20562084215085110412011-12-11T17:26:00.002-04:002012-01-23T18:20:48.203-04:00A Biography of FriendshipThe bicycle of my Aunt
My aunt loved her bicycle and the bicycle loved my aunt. They were a couple on wheels for years. Friendship was her front wheel, common sense the second wheel. A Greek philosopher, Epicurus was her invisible guide. Read the story 'a daughter of Epicurus' ( in dutch), buy in Europe through www. amazon.deDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-37177117870057898402011-12-07T21:17:00.000-04:002011-12-07T21:17:36.658-04:00the king or the monarch?
Bijschrift toevoegen
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-50040327984864350552011-12-06T23:13:00.002-04:002011-12-07T21:18:22.508-04:00who's that?Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-91691982649984523902011-12-04T21:56:00.001-04:002011-12-04T21:57:18.292-04:00The Great Plains of Curacao
and finally the lonesome crab
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-80595069524321733442011-12-01T21:55:00.000-04:002011-12-01T21:55:17.982-04:00Reflections in RedDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-1114431959867258272011-11-29T12:45:00.002-04:002011-11-30T20:18:08.449-04:00Rating InstitutionsDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-66274775478907344722011-11-26T21:03:00.006-04:002011-11-28T11:38:27.932-04:00Green peace and the Shoot
the Shoot
the Shoet
de Sjoet
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-56635275713431341042011-11-18T10:58:00.001-04:002011-11-18T10:59:47.725-04:00Edgar Allan Poe, the Raven
If, yeah IF
If
If Poe
would have known
the Curacao Oriole
he would have written
another poem?
he doesn't know
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-36921487283250496362011-11-15T10:07:00.001-04:002011-11-15T10:08:44.591-04:00Moonlight on the porch
reflections
to reach the moon
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-55946055258100830482011-11-12T20:51:00.005-04:002011-11-29T12:41:27.864-04:00marble bust of the Greek philosopher Epicurus
Epicurus
The Greek philosopher of common sense. He inspired me to write memories of my aunt and her time entitled A Daughter of Epicurus. The booklet shows a distinctive woman and changing daily life in the Netherlands, in the second half of the twentieth century
De Griekse filosoof van het gezond verstand. Hij inspireerde me tot het schrijven van herinneringen aan mijn tante en haar tijd Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-26382930131403176432011-10-28T23:09:00.000-04:002011-10-28T23:09:03.692-04:00not a wood pecker?
Made of wood?
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-73288642648760270152011-10-24T20:48:00.000-04:002011-10-24T20:48:40.625-04:00three little rabbits
Shy?
Funny?
Astonished?
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-43035516565704129022011-10-21T22:42:00.000-04:002011-10-21T22:42:59.239-04:00News from West-Papua ( in dutch)A short communication, a message to the world, selected out of the stream of world news. Do not shoot, but talk. Life is already short.
* Papoea's gedood bij onafhankelijkheidsactie
Bij een grote bijeenkomst voor onafhankelijkheid van Papoea's in Indonesie zijn vijf doden gevallen, aldus de politie vrijdag. Militairen en politieagenten losten schoten, toen de betogers de verboden vlag Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-71736701570371368732011-10-18T22:42:00.000-04:002011-10-18T22:42:00.646-04:00Shopping in Monchique
shop window
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-89728503424641409312011-10-16T20:26:00.002-04:002011-11-06T08:02:14.844-04:00six thousand bees
six thousand bees in a box
You Tube
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-55140628255555921982011-10-14T11:35:00.000-04:002011-10-14T11:35:49.736-04:00Bees in my garden
built overnight close to my porch
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-5819183524341173352011-10-13T23:55:00.000-04:002011-10-13T23:55:17.735-04:00tiny butterfly
a second or less
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-55696390616315056102011-10-12T11:41:00.000-04:002011-10-12T11:41:39.794-04:00An alien or a grasshopper?
Grasshopper with blue eyes
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-34290263927892337142011-10-09T09:36:00.001-04:002011-10-09T09:36:46.461-04:00The Global Economy
and the art of cycling
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-77929591601444165462011-10-06T09:50:00.001-04:002011-10-06T09:51:21.195-04:00Fiction or non fiction?
Seagulls or Painted?
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-13234631542658675382011-10-05T20:36:00.003-04:002011-10-05T20:39:07.217-04:00Name of a Famous Café
het stamcafé van Fernando Pessoa
I hope the entrance is just big enough
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-28050871994041927742011-10-04T11:13:00.000-04:002011-10-04T11:13:41.137-04:00black and white
hungry or simply curious?
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-6474496631962163282011-10-03T11:53:00.001-04:002011-10-03T11:53:50.380-04:00Poetry and FootballPicture - from the museum in Lisboa - of Fernando Pessoa, famous Portugese poet and football player? Like Faverey , a Dutch poet, who loved the game of football and its goals as an esthetic activity. Faverey and August Willems, the interpreter of Pessoa's poems and books, were friends. Maybe they are a triangle Pessoa, Faverey and Willems.Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-66185895459351950092011-10-02T17:51:00.001-04:002011-10-03T09:13:58.848-04:00
GESNAPT
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-73262493648172435002011-09-29T21:38:00.001-04:002011-10-03T09:14:42.987-04:00quails in the gardenDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-60355482574024329882011-09-28T23:25:00.000-04:002011-09-28T23:25:05.035-04:00pin up
warawara on a cactus
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-8842578017400121642011-09-26T09:48:00.001-04:002011-10-03T09:15:20.833-04:00oil refinery on curacao
No, it's just the weather
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-83441845508873970602011-09-23T21:10:00.001-04:002011-10-03T09:15:56.734-04:00digging a holeDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-33978389722990925482011-09-23T00:19:00.001-04:002011-10-03T09:16:32.612-04:00scrap in the harborDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-22506383258325759022011-08-26T10:29:00.002-04:002011-09-28T20:11:02.290-04:00where are the quails?
Bijschrift toevoegen
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-21949610283188215172011-08-04T20:56:00.001-04:002011-10-03T09:17:27.679-04:00pessimisme?
de man van Savonet
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-4496635624720734492011-07-22T21:59:00.000-04:002011-07-22T21:59:25.387-04:00Macho in het dierenrijkDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-56956554671563503832011-07-15T10:27:00.002-04:002011-10-03T09:19:21.943-04:00Portugal : jumping for loans
Portuguese toad waiting for loans
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-67441200242536884652011-07-12T20:34:00.001-04:002011-10-03T09:21:21.161-04:00Een draak in den HaagDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-62045805445177609272011-07-05T02:31:00.000-04:002011-07-05T02:31:53.859-04:00Brussels heaven and earth
almost a la Brasileira
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-18770951254291337622011-06-09T06:31:00.002-04:002011-06-09T06:31:19.715-04:00LissabonDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-58303973014905423162011-06-01T04:30:00.000-04:002011-06-01T04:30:31.389-04:00From here to eternityDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-76173679880892928832011-05-28T05:59:00.000-04:002011-05-28T05:59:56.726-04:00Algarve: TwinsDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-15203430160820792982011-05-27T15:51:00.001-04:002011-05-27T15:52:23.469-04:00AND AFTER THE END
YOU ARE INVITED
BUT NOT YOU ALONE
HE TOO
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-9753828040197518782011-05-25T05:30:00.000-04:002011-05-25T05:30:19.958-04:00Sagres: end of the world
no way
cliff hanging?
the lights on?
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-60075971714722304102011-05-24T05:11:00.000-04:002011-05-24T05:11:50.751-04:00quiet and calmDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-44346536356389466432011-05-21T05:27:00.001-04:002011-05-21T05:28:20.361-04:00Silves, Algarve
seize
the
day
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-82764158123400316252011-05-15T06:20:00.000-04:002011-05-15T06:20:20.682-04:00Portugal- Algarve: birds and bugsDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-77685677276367408732011-05-14T05:51:00.001-04:002011-05-14T05:52:53.973-04:00Health in the AlgarveDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-69464982563856857142011-05-06T06:41:00.000-04:002011-05-06T06:41:33.746-04:00up hill MonchiqueDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-26670760469706917602011-05-01T16:38:00.001-04:002011-05-01T16:38:43.699-04:00hail in Monchique
the day after
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-89202385990200862582011-04-30T12:16:00.001-04:002011-05-06T06:42:58.031-04:00lumbering in MonchiqueDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-29450846038978950972011-04-23T06:31:00.003-04:002011-04-23T06:36:05.668-04:00Spider Man in MonchiqueDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-15482634070499562022011-04-19T06:52:00.001-04:002011-04-19T06:58:03.610-04:00Monchique, old and new
new upon old
old
new
retired and old
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-47533606209053773482011-04-17T15:15:00.001-04:002011-04-17T15:16:01.788-04:00a city on the horizon?
a walk up in the city
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-56273661696151193152011-04-13T20:25:00.001-04:002011-04-13T20:26:36.343-04:00Curaçao news
sunlight in the deep well
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-15325290416104205182011-04-09T22:17:00.000-04:002011-04-09T22:17:06.113-04:00Santiago de Chile: how to cross a street?Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-3697408373941683712011-04-07T23:29:00.001-04:002011-04-07T23:30:59.489-04:00park cleaning in Santiago
red pants
trees loosing leaves
naked parkDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-23809593514738325002011-04-06T20:56:00.003-04:002011-04-06T22:33:48.304-04:00Savage Detectives in Santiago
downstairs
who is standing still?
what's moving?
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-15983832153421927782011-04-05T22:17:00.003-04:002011-04-06T22:27:30.710-04:00face book
grandson
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-88651313052327245362011-03-30T22:19:00.003-04:002011-04-06T22:28:17.461-04:00Happiness in Santiago de Chile
reminds me of a poem of Fernando Pessoa
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-43474856705164525672011-03-28T22:16:00.001-04:002011-04-06T22:29:21.107-04:00Santiago de Chile
hanging from the roof
walking on stilts
rusting of the wall
Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-59670767941268084072011-03-22T21:03:00.002-04:002011-04-06T22:31:14.476-04:00tsunami-2
a tsunami
we know the word
disastrousDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-10625523762058487152011-03-13T22:10:00.003-04:002011-03-13T23:31:20.535-04:00tsunami Japan
In all disorder
the sound of the mountain
people bowingDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-9357237692807460982011-03-08T22:39:00.003-04:002011-04-06T22:32:29.296-04:00Gaddafi
imagination on wings,
a no-fly zone in Libya?Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-42204282691158600902011-02-26T21:43:00.003-04:002011-03-13T22:22:36.445-04:00mega pig barnDutch Discussion
On TV, I heard a discussion of Dutch politicians about the introduction of mega pig barns. Big is beautiful. Barns will be the jewels of the landscape. I thought they were debating politics, politicians and parliamentarians. No way. They discussed the housing of pigs. Right, the housing of pigs!!! As far as I know, pigs do not know anything of housing - loving the mud, the Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-22121516803651793192011-02-13T21:49:00.001-04:002011-02-13T21:52:07.768-04:00Street cleaning on Tahrir squareToday, the people clean
the Tahrir square. Who
will clean all offices
police and radio stations?
And who will clean
his conscience after all
the bloodshed? Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-61736932757879599252011-02-11T21:08:00.000-04:002011-02-11T21:08:47.748-04:00Triumph in EgyptTears of happiness.
He is gone, Mubarak, the farmer pharaoh.
Le roi est mort vive le roi?
Let's hope, the new king is called the people.
A new era, a new rule. Time for democracy.Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-15137953111515711652011-02-09T00:45:00.001-04:002011-02-10T13:50:57.692-04:00CairoCairo has about 17 million inhabitants. The metropolitan area contains more people than the Netherlands or Chili. Tahrir square is its big heart, loudly beating. It doesn't need a by-pass. It qualifies for love.Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-83925945216574543252011-02-04T01:05:00.001-04:002011-02-04T01:06:11.512-04:00MubarakThe smell of the pharaoh's fear is spreading. At the end of the day it will smother and kill the pharaoh.Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-81493541262983873422011-02-02T19:11:00.001-04:002011-02-02T19:13:10.634-04:00Tahrir squareStep 1
step down
step 2
step up
non-violenceDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-45139662050806035272011-01-31T22:23:00.001-04:002011-01-31T22:25:32.009-04:00Zahra Bahrami 2 A judge should know the law but respect life. Hanging a woman - oh miserable mind.Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-55130125509736892262011-01-29T20:57:00.002-04:002011-01-31T22:27:36.643-04:00Zahra BahramiDisgusting cowards, those Iranian judges.Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-36721048605929732662011-01-24T20:58:00.004-04:002011-01-26T21:07:50.864-04:00West-PapuaOld Song
Human rights in West-Papua: balance between obedience and justice?Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-72542997885539491362011-01-23T23:14:00.001-04:002011-01-26T21:08:41.717-04:00Tunesia, new tunes?In Arabic countries, democracy is a forbidden fruit. But hear, a fruitseller sets a new tone. In all palaces, the sound will reverberate.Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-3693902988709431822011-01-22T23:04:00.006-04:002011-01-26T21:09:34.112-04:00standing on one legWhy do we believe that standing on one leg is a matter of balance or meditation? Because we are not a goose.
Read the Issa haiku
the newly arrived goose
lifts one leg...
deep meditation
Issa, 1817Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-68695519195359494462011-01-15T14:57:00.001-04:002011-01-26T21:10:22.445-04:00Diplomacy and Duty
Who are those diplomats and their secrets? What is their duty: to classify documents or to qualify for the job? Secrets are black spots. They are a permanent 'state of denial.' Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-66631361135859157072010-12-05T18:02:00.006-04:002011-01-26T21:11:14.774-04:00wikileaksDemocracy:: top down or bottom.up? Did you forget suddenly your lesson? Technology is a competitive edge, isn't it? All of a sudden, you forgot who classified which papers? Oh, boy, memory!!! And sorry, I forgot the Canadian official who publicly threatened to assault/murder Assange. Who is who in this world?Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-86034274933533310372010-12-01T17:42:00.011-04:002011-01-26T21:12:18.223-04:00BankersOld Irish Song
In search
of eu-rosyou-row
and row
your bankgently down
the streamDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-55606322627074529752010-11-29T17:46:00.011-04:002010-12-05T20:44:33.137-04:00Wikileaks
old pondthe sound of waterdiplomatsDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-74633840379176555462010-11-24T22:46:00.005-04:002010-11-24T22:51:07.664-04:00The WorldPoor world, reigned by profit and prophets.Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-21082168439220781412010-11-16T14:47:00.003-04:002010-11-20T21:21:41.910-04:00Lightning We, my wife and I, are standing in the middle of the house. I count one second between the lightning and the thunder. The walls aren't on a distance of three hundred meters. Next day, the cable of the telephone on the outside of the wall proves to be burnt. The disconnected modems of the TV and the PC are hit too. I'm a saint? Or my wife?Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-15401362961527579442010-11-11T13:12:00.007-04:002010-11-20T21:21:12.779-04:00West-PapuaNieuws over West-Papoea
Geen tsunami, geen vulkaanuitbarsting, geen aardbeving. Gelukkig maar voor de Papoea's. Nog gelukkiger als ze heel gelaten worden, de Papoea's . Heel, ongeschonden. Mensen zoals wij -Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-47256636853653912012010-11-09T14:45:00.008-04:002010-11-20T21:20:58.437-04:00ObamaObama op reis
Zou hij het durven? Even iets voor de Papua's te zeggen? Zachtjes te fluisteren. Iets, heel kleins? Aan het diner b.v. Tussen twee happen door. Of als zijn stoel wordt aangeschoven. Heel kort, maar. Om de Papua's b.v. voortaan niet te mishandelen? Zou ie het erop wagen? Misschien wil iemand voor hem mijn boek vertalen: Zeven dagen in de Baliemvallei.Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-6045887804568701482010-11-04T22:07:00.003-04:002010-11-20T21:21:58.199-04:00MulischMulisch op reis
De grote Nederlandse schrijver is dood. Ging hij ooit op reis? Nee, hij bleef thuis, maar bereisde met zijn pen de hele wereld. Hij reconstrueerde de wereld tot fictie en later ook nog de hemel. Zijn ontdekkingsreis is voorbij. Ook de hemel hoeft hij niet meer te bereizen. Met zijn dood is de hemelpoort voorgoed op slot gedaan. In mijn boekenkast staat geen enkel boek van Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-66276368600673250192010-06-13T08:29:00.026-04:002011-10-03T19:24:40.383-04:00The MaskUntil this day I never realized what it was or could be. I had never thought about it. Whenever thinking of it, my mind roams to a museum of primitive art in a city. Today, I am in a big city. I stay on the seventh floor of a hotel. It is Singapore, not downtown but close to the heart of the city. The hotel has 12 floors and is brand new. Skyscrapers and buildings under construction surround theDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-30359875180788290722010-05-31T04:49:00.012-04:002010-11-20T21:22:16.065-04:00Traffic Jam
This is Eden, the lush garden of drivers, cars and motorcycles. We drive along the north coast of Bali, from Lovina
where the little shops are and the noisy bars, the restaurants and the hotels, the traffic signs and the billboards, where the traffic seems to originate but doesn’t and absorbs all other traffic nearing from Singaraja, the capital of the north coast, driving further to the Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-16868253752775800502010-05-22T09:03:00.005-04:002010-11-20T21:00:36.652-04:00Rice fieldThe worker in the rice field
The workers in the rice field are going home after having been planting the seedlings all morning. Two of them remain in the field and are still over there under the blazing sun. I sit on the balcony waiting for the afternoon rain that will come soon. One of the workers moves rather slowly, his legs as round as zero, the form of a circle, but still not a wheel that Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-38012433958288207582010-05-20T09:29:00.006-04:002010-11-20T20:23:34.170-04:00A demon in the hotel
I love her at first sight. All of sudden, she is in the open hall of the hotel where breakfeast is served. Outside is a shaded terrace with a seaside view. This is a prime location for a hotel, a restaurant, an early breakfast, for her. She didn’t enter from the terrace. I’m sure of that. She must have entered from the back, where the gardens and the swimming pools are, the Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-62217262076496580422010-05-14T23:25:00.003-04:002010-06-11T23:50:56.089-04:00Umbrellas and tropical rainUmbrellas and tropical rain
Today, I had an unexpected program - inadvertently. After breakfast, I walked along the beach of Kuta you already know. I can tell you, this morning I have seen more dogs together in the sea than ever before. A young guy was throwing a tennis ball upon the water and all the dogs from the beach of Kuta at large ran into the sea, to the same ball, to the same place. TheDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-46445951577306223892010-05-13T09:36:00.005-04:002010-11-10T22:07:22.929-04:00A sandwich?
It's a pity, I don't speak Bahassa Indonesia. I'm too old or too lazy to learn it. However, I do my utmost best to communicate - in English. Yesterday, some hours after dinner, I was a bit hungry. No problem, I order a coffee and a snack.' No, Mister, we have no snacks, no sweets, no desert.' 'All right. Maybe you can serve us fried banana.' I'm sorry, sold out.' But, the bakery Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-76903864971989152012010-05-13T05:37:00.002-04:002010-11-09T20:39:07.696-04:00The beach of KutaThe beach, the mud and the dogs
It’s the end of a tropical day. The heat is silently hanging over the beach of Kuta. No wind, no change of heat, no movement of the damp, sticky air. The rainy season is over,but
the rain is late, maybe lost. The sky is clouded all over and calm, enveloping dreams, hidden horrors and showers that won’t come. People are strolling slowly along the sea, free and Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-70715715616757328732010-05-10T10:21:00.003-04:002010-11-10T22:10:14.793-04:00The train to YogyakartaThe best train
We request our driver to stop at the railway station in order to make a reservation for tickets of a train from Bandung to Yogyakarta. Inside the office of Reservasi, we tell the lady at the desk we would like to have tickets for two windows seats. We want to sit opposite of each other at the same window. Opposite not facing the same direction.The lady gets confused, but the driverDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-1506956935781451102010-05-07T23:59:00.005-04:002010-06-12T08:22:32.379-04:00Visit to the Tea FactoryWhy visit a tea factory?
Always asking why, that 's is an attitude, a reflex of the body, a reaction of the mind, a moment to hold on and to wait. It's an interruption of the stream of consciousness, of the blind process that pushes or drags us somewhere. We don't like to leap in the dark. We are afraid of the dark and the hidden happenings. So, we go to the tea factory not far from Bandung to Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-82987935188254788932010-05-07T10:46:00.002-04:002010-06-11T23:57:57.635-04:00Bandung without a mapA bookstore in Bandung
I went to this city, to Bandung without a map. Traveling without a map is like reading a dummy, a book without words. Opening the book, I start to read whatever I want or imagine and love to visualize. My mind and the book are blank. When I like it, I read the invisible words and phrases from left to right, from the bottom to the top, the Chinese or the Japanese way. EvenDerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-85011873779633524452010-05-06T10:38:00.000-04:002010-05-06T10:38:35.167-04:00Bandung,point zeroArriving at the airport, there is just one other Westerner. People are polite apart from the woman who pushed me away from the custom officer. Children on the arm of their mom are watching us as if having never seen whites. Children are naive and innocent, they behave spontaneously and unreserved - they don't push me away. So, I like Bandung. The taxi driver is friendly and smiles continuously. Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-13636485737441915802010-05-05T06:16:00.003-04:002010-11-10T22:15:22.978-04:00Walking in Kula LumpurYesterday I walked from the hotel to the center of Kuala Lumpur - downtown and its many malls. I left the air conditioned lobby and crossed the dangerously busy street and I made it. Behind my back already the storm of cars, scooters and motorbikes on the way to the next traffic light, intensifying the tropical heat of midday by its murderous speed and exhaust fumes. I passed through a quarter Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-47902068158097100932010-05-02T23:06:00.003-04:002010-11-10T22:18:28.655-04:00Kuala LumpurKuala Lumpur
On the way to Bali, we stop at Kuala Lumpur. Monchique, my Portugese village has become a tiny, little place, almost a point in my memory. It's so far off now and so immeasurable small, compared to this metropolis of skyscrapers, the multitude of people, the intensity of traffic, the variety of malls and shops. The hotel with a small swimming pool is the place of rest behind the Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-50955546529311275712010-04-27T16:23:00.003-04:002010-05-13T05:41:41.655-04:00Monchique,the convent and the clockThe convent and the clock
Uphill from the village, there is a convent, an old cloister, built on a slope covered with pine and eucalyptus trees. Still in the village, signs on the wall of houses show the way how to reach it. Before leaving the village, on the left hand you will see a small statue of a Holy Mary. She guards the hikers, the would-be pilgrims. When was it built, the convent? Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694878394402056355.post-42783181611000384832010-04-25T17:17:00.001-04:002010-05-13T05:44:56.224-04:00Monchique or an outsider in the villageI am an outsider in the village, not a dog. Sitting on wooden chairs, people talk to each other and don’t look at a person who takes pictures. They are too busy, doing what they always do. Not a look or a nod, no gesture, no sign of communication. They talk about the weather, someone in the family who died, about the quality of the oranges and the price of gaz. A picture won’t change their Derkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10320887760786769046noreply@blogger.com0