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Traveling and Writing
This website is about traveling and writing. Being on the move and being emotionally moved. Two different but interconnected things. Spotting places and losing your heart. Temples, pyramids, cities and ruins, forests and mountains, valleys and rivers, volcanoes and lakes, daily life in the streets, the world as habitat for writing.
Read on: In the year 2000
The Author
Derk Cools was born in 1939 in Den Haag / The Haque, the Netherlands. He got his degree in social geography and economics at the University of Utrecht(1958). As a civil servant with the Ministry of Economic Affairs, he developed expertise in regional (economic) planning at home and abroad. In 1994, he retired and moved to the Netherlands Antilles, the island of Curacao. Read on: Since 1995, he traveled
This website is about traveling and writing. Being on the move and being emotionally moved. Two different but interconnected things. Spotting places and losing your heart. Temples, pyramids, cities and ruins, forests and mountains, valleys and rivers, volcanoes and lakes, daily life in the streets, the world as habitat for writing.
Read on: In the year 2000
The Author
Derk Cools was born in 1939 in Den Haag / The Haque, the Netherlands. He got his degree in social geography and economics at the University of Utrecht(1958). As a civil servant with the Ministry of Economic Affairs, he developed expertise in regional (economic) planning at home and abroad. In 1994, he retired and moved to the Netherlands Antilles, the island of Curacao. Read on: Since 1995, he traveled
10 maart 2016
charlie bloem
Even houdt hij stil op de stenen buitentrap, dan danst hij verder
omhoog, het achterterras van het huis op. Bij de lange houten tafel
draait hij zich om, kijkt tegen het zonlicht in, trekt zijn linkerbeen
bij, stopt de dans. Daar staat hij, Charlie Bloem, advocaat in ruste.
Ouder al, groeven in het gezicht, maar vitaal en veerkrachtig. De
glazen op het dienblad rinkelen nog na, licht glinstert in gemorst
water op de tegelvloer. Valencia, denkt hij nog half verblind door
het zonlicht. Ze zou het water met een doek van de tegels vegen
zonder een woord te zeggen. Ook woorden kun je beter niet
verspillen. Valencia ver weg, over zee, zit achter haar huis in de tuin
met hortensia’s en pioenrozen, glimlacht, zegt niets, geen woord.
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