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Geschreven door Strien, Danny Van

Categorie: Maatschappij

Geschreven: 28 juni 2009

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Vechten voor je Toekomst
Doe dat voordat je gaat
Doe je het niet ben je te laat
Deze wereld draait om macht status en knaken
Dat is niet voor iedereen weggelegd
Maar probeer er toch iets van te maken
Vechten voor je Toekomst
De ene is tevreden met dit en de andere met dat
Al gaat het nog zo goed of kan het zo goed gaan
Het leven tart je
Voor je het weet val je in een zwart gat en dan ga je eraan
Vechten voor je Toekomst
Je lot ligt bijna altijd in handen van anderen
Het gaat niet alleen om kwaliteit en kunnen
De mensen om je heen met wie je werkt moeten het je ook Gunnen
Anders houdt het helemaal op
Geniet van je vrijheid en je leven en zorg goed voor je gezin
Dan kun je later tevreden terugkijken
Meer hoef je niet te bereiken

Danny van Strien Dichter

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Geschreven door Verhavert, Martine

Categorie: Natuur

Geschreven: 28 juni 2009

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wanneer windvlagen
de korenaren
in zijn geel laat tollen

ver geroffel
ons plots
oorverdovend overrompelt

terwijl bliksemschichten
het landschap spookachtig
laat oplichten

vrees dan
geen aanslag
op 't zomers beeld

het is enkel een onweer
dat de natuur
verkoeling geeft

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Geschreven door Cornelis Johannes van Zundert

Categorie: Afscheid

Geschreven: 27 juni 2009

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There was a boy, a long time ago. With a voice, but it was in control. Control from his father who wasn´t believing in him yet.

No, he says, you won´t sing. You are too young, you may play the drum. But I don´t want you to sing your stupid song.

Listen to me, you stupid brad. I’m your father and yes you will regret.

But after this the boy opened his soul and sang the song that stops his father from beating him.

His childhood was forever gone; his father smelled money and total freedom. Wasn’t noticing what he was doing to his son.

 A long time we just saw a boy. A long time we just felt the beat an fled with him trough his songs.

Look at him dance like no one before. Watch him dance; he performs the moonwalk, what is that? It looks so good, his songs are so fine. He is my god, people say. I love him, he’s mine.

But the boy, with his aching heart, he dreams of a normal life. He dreamt of love and being seen. Yes, I’m a broken child.

My father used my voice to get rich. I don’t have a life; people try to take it away. No freedom for me, Michael Jackson is my name. Just living in a big kingdom, in an open cage.

Tries to grab his childhood again: I will never grow up, I’m Peter Pan. I give every child a great experience on my ranch.

Yes, I give a child a moment of his life to explore what I never felt before.

This is what I want to give to the world. But no one was listening. Just parents who smelled money too. Listen up my child, your friend is rich. Tell the media that he misused you so we can make profit from what he gives.

I am so proud that I met you once, just on a balcony in Paris. You were standing there almost in front of me. I will never forget the pain on your face, I will never forget what you gave to me.

You gave me hope and made me think. Because I also know how it feels not to have a normal life. I know what you felt en feel what you knew.

I understand that life was dripping slowly out of you. I am glad that you now can feel an eternal youth. You will always be important to me. Because you opened some eyes and you have made me dance.

Life is not over; it just begins again. And I am dreaming that in the next one you will be understood.

Thank you for what you have given to me.

You are the King of Pop, the God of Music. Forever in my heart, for eternity.

Rest your soul, smile again. Now you can finally be a free and happy man.

Hug you in my dreams, C.