I've decided untill further notice to forget about love poems cause I dont seem to be very good at making em. Having tried em out a bit makes me enjoy existing poetry even more though. This one is excellent and I shall have to buy the ouvre on the basis of these few lines.


MUSIC, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken;

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed:
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.


P. B. Shelley / "Music, when soft voices die"

I shall have to work my whole life to compose something like that!!

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I'm working on some photoshop tutorials I downloaded somewhere. The first results are visible in the galery.

I had some comments on the short story 'Natalee' which I've stored mentally and I will let simmer for a few months. I want to make a book or filmscript out of it and so I'll soon setup story lines for prequel chapters, and figure out how to stretch this out.

Also, today I decided that when summer hits Europe, I'm hitchhiking to Paris and have a nap on the fields of Bois de Boulonge. Life is not about work. Life is about enjoying this place. (not d.a. but this world)