Your not from here

This is a very beautiful and sensitive song by one of my favorite singers, Lara Fabian. I'm proud to say she's Belgian. Enjoy your goosebumps.

Sadness-Madness

Sadness is the biggest hurt of all.
Madness makes you shater your ideas
and your mind will fall.

Sadness makes all light go away.
Madness temps you to break every bulb
but in the light you will stay.

Sadness makes you lose your reasoning.
Madness blows your heart up
without a good reason.

Sadness builds walls in your head.
Madness is plainly distructif
but brings walls down instead.

Sadness is cruel.
A bitter string of tears.

Madness is welcome to kill my sadness fears.

Bucharest-Oostende (part 1)

For reasons I can't reveal right now my little family needed to take the train from Bucarest-Romania to Oostende-Belgium. Georgiana, Luca and me and loaded with 4 suitecases, a travelling bed and a buggy, entered the station of Bucharest at 16.50 in search of line 5. That line was still empty. The train was expected to leave at 17.10 and did arrive yet. It gave us some time to spend our Romanian coins and make a little stock of drinks and snacks. My wiffy was very excited about this trip and this for several reasons: she loves to travel by train - she loves the night train (wich this was - we were heading for the first stop on our trip, Vienna. Yes, we should arrive in Vienna around 09.00 were we have to spend the day untill 18.00 to take our next night train to Köln but that's another episode of this story. In the meanwhile our train arrived and we could go in search of our sleeping compartment wich we reserved the day before. I was a little concerned about Luca who was about 5 month old at the time. I didn't know how he would be able to sleep on the train especially that he had to stay in the buggy. When we entered our compartment I saw that there was space to put the buggy in between the beds and that we would be able to have a decent rest ourselves. The beds where clean and big enough. We strapped our lugagge and made ourselves comfortable for the trip. I started to wonder about the view going through Romania, Hungaria and Austria and about the border controles during the night. Will they wake up Luca? How will we warm his bottle, etc. The train took off, the sun was still shining and once we where out of Bucarest the view was great. Luca didn't seem to mind. He enjoyed the rocking and the sound of the train. We had some improvised dinner but the location and the company made it romantic as well as adventurous. Georgiana told me about former trips she made by train, people she met, places she went and I felt stupid and lucky in the same time because I didn't go anywhere yet and now I was shown the world in a complet other way that I would ever have tought.
We put Luca's buggy in sleeping position and soon he was dreaming. The night slowly took the place of the day and by the time we would be at the border with Hungaria it would be dark.
We decided to turn in early taking account of the fact that we would be awake a few times during the night and to be fresh for our day in Vienna. Soon we where at the border. I don't remember the name of the town and I would't be able to write it anyway. We heard the borderpatrol, Romanian side, entering the wagon and knocking everybodie's door. I quickly opened ours before he knocked and presented them our passports. They never saw before the Belgian passport we had for Luca, mumbled something, checked if Luca was looking like his picture and gave us our passports back. About 15 minutes later the same ritual happened with the Hungarian border patrol. Luca didn't wake up. He was warm and cosy and didn't care. Mom and dad would take care of it. Normally, I wouldn't have told you that the same thing happened at the border with Austria, o, both sides, if it wasn't for something I witnessed that I found very funny. The other officers where of a normal hight and when they where checking the airshafts above the compartments to see if there were no clandestine passengers they needed a ladder but not in Austria! They had a guy of more than 2 m tall who had to bend to be able to walk in the train and who opened the shaft just like that to look inside of them standing straight.
Anyway, we had another three hours to go before arriving in Vienna so we decided to try and sleep. Luca still didn't wake up so we were very pleased. I didn't sleep to much and way before the speaker announced our arrival in Vienna we where prepared. Luca was feeling great after a good night of sleep. The restaurant compartment warmed up his bottle for us so his little belly was happy to. My wiffy got of the train with a smile on her face. I think she's secretly in love with Vienna. We stocked our lugagge in storing space of the station and walked into the impressive and majestic streets of Austria's capital in search of breakfast. The rest you will or will not read tomorrow. Read ya then!

Time

Time runs by.
The older I get the faster.
I look in the mirror
the lines on my face predict a disaster.
No use to run and try to catch up
even a year of my life just burns up.
While thinking about what I did to fill my life, my kid, my wife
precious seconds fall through my hands like sand.
So I don't try to understand, I don't chase the rabbit from wonderland.
And suddenly I know, I hope it's not a crime,
I try to converte time in rhyme.

Lonely old man

He's old.
His days creep forward, annoying and slow.
Nothing is as he was told.
Everything to high or to low.
He sees the world as a blury bubble
and it takes so long before they reach him.
He's a prisoner within.
He doesn't understand them or himself.

A glass of water shakes in his hand.
Why his shirt is wet all the time he doesn't understand.
He's alone, his loved ones are gone
Every sound is confusing.
A painful explosion
but it hurt even more when he hears nothing at all.
His senses fade away.
Another - I sit in my chair - day
Let me be, let me out
He wants to cry
He wants to....

No words

There are no words.
No phrase is good enough.
My vocabulary is much to poor
to express what I witnessed today.
The world was white
the sky bright.
The sun reflected in the frozen water
and showed us all existing shades of purple and orange.
The moon came to take over and gattered light here and there
to reign during the night.
We focused through our eyes and lens
and stole the best moments
to be able show everyone
because there are no words.
Only a picture.

Fly with the wind

It's raining, the drops knock on my door.
Suddenly, the wind sings a song to me
elevating me with the leaves of the swaying trees.
It's a picture of a land far away,
where day is night and night is day.
It's a chase for lost time and a craving for smells and tastes;
a testamony of good will signed with drops of water so still.
Fill me up, make me snow!
so I can fall where otherwise I could never go.
Let me love every single inch of you!
where there's a wall I want to break through,
where ther's nothing I want to build you.
The wind silenced itself and the song-I could here no more!
But nothing was like before.

Junky

Enchante me.
Let me taste your spell again.
You cast it in such a sensual way,
that I didn't even realise I would be at your mercy for ever.
Like a siren sings to a sailor,
I was attracted by the calling of your lips.
Withot a chance,
your magnet skin forced me to come closer.
If you want it, and only if you want it,
I will be unhooked.
Because now I am a junky for your sweet, velvet kisses
that inject desire and lust in my blood.
A warm rush
It's the secret map to ecstacy.
The biggest taste pallet ever!
Enchante me, hook me up!
One last time!
I'm perfectly in controle!
I can stop whenever I want,
But I don't want to!
Kiss me, I'm your slave.

Rach3 by Rach

I discovered this music by looking at "Shine", an Oscar winning movie about the life of David Helfgott, a young piano prodigy. I won't tell you more, you really have to see this for yourself.

Enjoy both film and music.

Ode to a flower

In trance and upside down,
I was fighting to break free
Because in a green-yellow field,
My destiny was awaiting me.

I felt I had to go and learn to fly
I knew I was beautiful, but felt ugly. Why!?
A transformation to make me excel above the rest
Wings of bright colours and heavenly lightness.

I could over see the world,
And recognize it's beauty!
A flower with honey so sweet
Appealing and attracting me.

My wings made waves of love in the air
And supported me untill in her eyes I could stare.
On her petals I felt safe
She could easily make me her slave.

I whispered that I would love her as long as I lived
We both knew I had only few days to give!
I told her that for her I learnt to fly
The wind made her sway, I made her shy.

We were together in moments so intense and sweet,
I fell down and died at her feet.
But my life had been so complete,
To know your love and destiny
And the reason for your heart to beat!

What to expect!

I was talking to my Snoopsy (that's what I call my wiffy) about putting on the blog some poems I wrote especially for her. I'm happy she agreed and she will make a selection she wants to share. So, some reading material coming soon and you will find it under "Poems for Snoopsy".
Read ya soon!

Dad vs Man

I was thinking about what it means to be a father.
I was thinking about what it means when your child comes to take your hand
and asks for help or to understand.
I was thinking about how to take the pain away
and really be there every day.
I was thinking if it was good to show your own emotions
and live, his or her live, full of devotion.
I was thinking what people think about me
and other men especially
But you know all of those questions don't matter
when you hold that little hand and a smile appears
when you put a bandage that end the tears
when you cry together or laugh or jump
when you're so proud and adrenaline makes your heart pump
and I think you have to show your emotions, I hope they can, to be a real man.