De dag breekt later aan.
Dan dat ik deed verlangen.
De koffie staat koud te worden.
Net zoals de stenen in mijn tuin.
Grillig in alle staten.
Ik mis de zon in mijn huis.
De zomer van al mijn dagen.
Ik zal eens roepen.
Misschien dat hij op wilt staan.
Spain
I think I lost it at sea.
Like my rose ring slipped from my finger, swimming in my own emotions.
Surrounded with the warm water of the Alboran sea.
It must have been much more leaving on the beach.
Not only the ashes from my father whose home was everywhere without me.
I left my fragile heart feeling home for a moment At Sacaba Beach.
M.P.Yasmine
Meteor shower
”Watching shooting stars with my son in the middle of the night.
Whispering about them and life.
To me, is life.”
M.P.Yasmine
Summer
It’s beautiful outside today.
The sky is clear.
Whispers of nature finding its way.
Heaven locks closed.
No thunder, no rain.
Whispers of summer exposed.
M.P.Yasmine
Spain
Déja vu in Spain.
As if it all happens again.
Dressed in summer lace.
Enjoying the sun on my face.
Walking the shore.
I must have been here before.
In all its glory I embrace.
It is everything about this place.
Déja vu in Spain.
I hope it will happen again.