Zu’s voice on Vox

A butterfly kiss

2008-08-02T14:27:14Z

Everything Is Illuminated, by Jonathan Safran Foer, is definitely one of the books of my life.
I finished it at the end of April and re-read it between June and July.

It spoke to me, linking everything to everything else, inside and outside, with white strings made of words, with words made of feelings, with feelings made of everywaves, connecting each nowhere to everywhere inside and outside.

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Fancy word of the day

2008-06-20T06:54:59Z

Awarmness noun

: when your heart realizes, perceives or knows where to find what it needs

[implies vigilance in observing or alertness in drawing inferences from what one experiences, plus the quality or state of being warm in temperature and in feeling. It may produce a glowing colourful effect]

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Three words (or... drie woorden)

2008-06-15T08:28:47Z

Homecoming, fulfillment, goodbye (or... goed-blij).

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Spot-light

2008-06-03T14:54:30Z

Everytime I touch you right there, then everything is illuminated.

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Truism

2008-05-11T23:11:16Z

The more you think of performance, the less you perform.

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*

2008-05-10T23:07:18Z

Maybe the stars do not really exist, maybe they're just glowing signs of love from deep space.

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Multimedia

2008-05-09T23:47:23Z

Music, drawing, words... on the verge of the universe.

Standing

Lamb - Small

Small

Sometimes I climb high above the city
To see all the lights shining there so pretty
And think of the millions of lives going on
At this present moment and those come and gone

And it make me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it make me float free
To feel how small my life must be

When ever I can I go down to the sea
And wonder at how many miles there must be
And all of the people on all of its shores
At this present moment and those gone before

And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it makes me float free...

Sometimes I'm out in the bustling street
Dazzled by all of the faces I see
It strikes me we get lost so soon after birth
But one smile can turn over heaven and earth

And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be

--
Drawing by Wilg, words and music by Lamb

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Simple past and perfect present

2008-05-02T14:30:21Z

Water for Elephants: A Novel

Dennis (thank you) was right to say that it is a great story.

Strong, moving, true, it goes back and forth in time, between an elderly house and a train circus. Two distinct time sets, two different narrative lines, but one voice, able to speak of life and death, hard times and real friendship, hate and wrath, love and passion, in a way that does not fail in capturing the reader till the very last line. At least.

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Mix and Match

2008-03-26T23:12:58Z

heartfully caring for each other on earth
carving hearts in our heart
dreaming of one hearth to share

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Isle Of View

2008-02-20T23:41:48Z

Longing for a touch of sky, she heaved a heavy but knowingly sigh. For looking within the depths of brown and blue, she saw it melting into one undescribable marvelous hue.

The boat had dropped all passengers on the shore before sailing away again. Not even the time to rearrange her bags and she was left alone. No-one to greet her, no buses, no taxis. She had to rely on the rough directions of that brochure drawing, rather a sketch than a proper map.

After the longest walk of her life, she realized that was the place. Its looks were not luxurious, but she did like a good sense of humour and their payoff certainly was not a dull one: "love and lust at leisure". Still, she went to bed a little skeptical. When she woke up the next morning, though, she knew all of a sudden that even their name was meaningful and true.

Weeks later, when she found that brochure at the bottom of her purse, she shook her head, trying to shake memories away, but she could not help smiling with a twinkle in her eyes. Heaven On Earth was a place she had to visit again, soon.

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