jy het my lief ..

met oë wat verby my foute kyk
met ore wat baljaar op die frekwensie van my plaas-aksent
met hande wat aan my gewrigte vashou wanneer ek laat gaan
met ‘n neus wat die somerreën van my siel kan waardeer
met ‘n mond wat onuitgesproke sinne teen my eie voltooi

.. ek het jou lief

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

The search isn’t over, because there was no search to begin with. You were given to me, unexpectedly. And I will treasure, protect and nurture what we have with my whole being.

I can for the life of me not comprehend why you chose to walk beside ME, if it is no secret that you can walk beside anybody else out there. But you are here and I am grateful.

When our fingers lock, I have no fear. My lungs are filled with the new life you have breathed into them.

I know who I am when I’m with you.

I still don’t like her and I will never love her. But you have shown me who she is .. and taught me who I can be .. if only I would be willing to give her a chance.

I love you for you. And I love you for loving me in return.

Die foto’s is lank reeds ontwikkel, ‘coz you are the part of me I like the most’. Maar ek het die foto’s diep genoeg weggebêre dat ek eers daarna sal moet soek.

Opsetlik.

Want ek is bang om hulle in daardie rame te plaas. Bang om te glo jou liefde is waar, om te glo jy is rêrig.

Jou gesig is my son, maan en sterre. Dis my asem. Die klop in my hart.

Maar n leë fotoraam bly makliker om aan vas te hou. Die bang is nét te groot ..

Reën Oor My

[Artist: Quentin Prinsloo]

Voel jy die nag, voel jy die wind, voel jy die reën
Voel jy soos ek, voel jy my asem, jy’s nie meer alleen
Ek verdrink in jou trane, in die blou wat my kom haal

En jou liefde reën oor my
Bly by my, die nag is verby
In jou trane staan en wag jy alleen vir my
Reën oor my
Ek hou jou vas, ek lewe vir jou
Dis my hart se hooggety
Jy reën oor my

Ek weet dis koud daar waar jy was, ver hiervandaan
Hier is die son, hier is die lewe, waar ookal ons gaan
Ek is vas aan jou woorde en jou hart wat my verstaan

En jou liefde reën oor my
Bly by my, die nag is verby
In jou trane staan en wag jy alleen vir my
Reën oor my
Ek hou jou vas, ek lewe vir jou
Dis my hart se hooggety
Jy reën oor my

Reën oor my hart
Jy is myne
Reën oor my siel
Ek leef vir jou

En jou liefde reën oor my
Bly by my, die nag is verby
In jou trane staan en wag jy alleen vir my
Reën oor my
Ek hou jou vas, ek lewe vir jou
Dis my hart se hooggety
Jy reën oor my

Dis my hart se hooggety
Jy reën oor my ..

I am a broken melody
I forgot my words
my violin crying the notes
and yet
I was your anthem once
(or not)
did I mistake the symphony
for a requiem

I died when our hands parted ..

Niks wat ek doen of se of besluit kan dit verander nie.

Ek is dood sonder jou. Dis al.