zaterdag 22 november 2014

the sleeping peasant

An other day in Ostend, when I was a child. Just like last Sunday, I went 
to the museum of art with my mum. You see me when I was little, next
to the sleeping peasant of Constant Permeke.

"Generations do not cease to be born,
and we are responsible to them because
we are the only witnesses they have.
The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling
to each other and children cling to us.
The moment we cease to hold each other, 
the moment we break faith with one another,
the sea engulfs us and the light goes out."

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