And I dreamed a Golden Dream

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 3 february 2015



And I dreamed of a bright golden light flashing across the heavens.


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I love a good cry now and then

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 3 february 2015



Be honest, when was the last time you cried? Or does this question make you feel uncomfortable? OK, shall I go first then? I cry at least once a week, usually more though.


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I am one with you

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on thursday 19 june 2014

I am one with you


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Throughout the ages, there were many couples who experienced a deep sense of love. Take, for instance, Romeo & Juliet, Samson & Delilah, Tristan & Isolde and Tamar & Armand. I have described the love felt by the latter couple in De feeks van Montpézat. And although their story is set in the late nineteenth Century, it is very much a modern-day one. The other day, Tamar, the ‘feeks’ (English: Hag), inspired me in writing a pantoum. Here she speaks to Armand from a distance, by speaking from her heart.


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My greatest love of all

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on thursday 5 june 2014


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Now and again I look back
On childhood days
Those tear filled moments
When words did not console me


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Better to die standing than to live kneeling

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on thursday 5 june 2014

Photo: ‘Marina Ginestà’ by Hans Gutmann

Last week I finished reading the Dutch version of the novel El lector de Julio Verne by Almudena Grandes. This is the third, touching story, after The Shadow of the Wind and For a Sack of Bones, about the Spanish Civil War I have read. But then the subject fascinates me. As a ten year old boy I often read a book of my Dad’s about this war, of which the scars are still visible in Spanish society. And besides reading, I regularly see images before me, especially when I am in a meditative state. Meanwhile, I know I was involved in this war in a past life, yet I don’t have a clue as to what role I played.


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