impermanence

Goodmorning!



my translation of a poem by Willem Overkleeft.

we are the leaves
whirling against the wind
curiously tasting
on unknown things
drifting out at sea

blowing soap bubbles
translucent, disappearing
on the air-current
to faraway forbidden places
bursting at the slightest nick

descending in the surf
washing over your skin
from which i lick
salt tainted
with the virus
that we call life

my own painting

On his website Willem has a a lot of new photos
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NEW PICTURES