Courage comes from the heart

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 31 january 2017

Luis Padillo


Courage
Though, it comes naturally to few
Many of us have difficulty finding it
For courage is everything but matter of fact


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In the vulnerability of life lies great strength

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on wednesday 25 january 2017


Prostitute

Slowly but decidedly, Pepe climbed the creaky old stairs to his parents’ attic. Once he had arrived he looked around in the poor light for the chest that he knew had to be there, among all the other things his parents had collected over the years. His intuition showed him the way and a few moments later he knelt down before the chest, which was covered in a layer of dust. He felt his heart beating heavily when he let his hands glide over the rusty latch. Then he cleared his throat, folded his hands for a couple of seconds and unlatched the chest.


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Santa goes to the doctor

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 20 december 2016

Santa Claus by Marcelo Graciano


There are only a few days to go before Christmas and Santa is beginning to feel the pressure of his seasonal vocation. So, he decides to pay a visit to his doctor, who he hasn’t seen since he was a young boy. “My oath,” he mumbles to himself as he pulls up in front of the doctor’s magnificent house in his sleigh, “Doc’s doing well for himself, isn’t he?”

Then he addresses a gatekeeper standing in front of some very fancy gates indeed.


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There's no such thing as time. Not really.

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on friday 9 december 2016


Australia by Lola Johnson


Have you ever had the feeling you’re experiencing a moment you’ve experienced before? A déjà vu? Last month we were driving along the freeway when we overtook a van pulling a trailer. I glanced aside and then looked in front of me again. ‘Is that what I think it is?’ I said to myself. I looked aside again at the car on the trailer. ‘Yep, it’s a 70s Jaguar XJS alright.’ At that moment of recognition, I was flung back to the time when I was a teenager in Australia. The dad of one of my best mates had a Jag just like that, except his had a silvery grey colour, while the one being towed was dark green.


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The first time ever

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on monday 26 september 2016

Nature Up Close by Allisson Choppick


My heart still remembers well

How for the first time ever

I looked deep into your eyes

After you had given birth to me

And I felt your motherly warmth


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