Author: Christiaan van Gaal
Day 1063, a wall.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Change, a white wall, with a door.
A sign, something written, a mark
deteriorated, for ages, illegible.
A warning, description, a guide?
Will you do, a next step, be afraid?
Not knowing, immobilized,
or unabashed, and open, forget.
Are you afraid of the unknown
or afraid of standing still?
Nochrisis
Day 1062, wonderland.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We clear the atmosphere
and set course to other worlds
our long sleep last ages
but for us, it’s just one dream
from our bridge, we see the new world
when we wake up from our sleep
It’s blue from up here
when closer, land does appear
we set down and wander out
just the two of us
all alone in this new land with an apple tree
Nochrisis
Day 1061, event horizon.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Two worlds recede
the vacuum feeds
pulls two masses
back into
the event
horizon
Nochrisis
Day 1060, entrance.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The entrance is hard to find
between the overgrowth
of the forest we walk through
and entered all these years ago
Nochrisis
Day 1059, grey-less.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The red stands for blood
that runs through our construct
the black, and white our views.
The red is what we spill
our construct wants to rule
we are, black and white.
Nochris
Day 1058, storm.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A storm is going on.
I stare upwards, eyes closed, see dim grey movements.
The lights inside play with my darkness, from outside
the wind, roof and trees play their song
getting exited, calm down, scream, all without reason.
The fireplace cracks, suddenly, irregularly, interrupts this symphony,
the orange glow welcome, reminds me, the darkness subsides.
Nochrisis
Day 1057, a new track.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A road, lost in a vast landscape, under just fallen snow.
On a morning where the world still sleeps,
and an early sun draws shadows on the hills.
I see this all, smell the cold air, and walk in careful silence towards my destination,
where a white shroud is brushed away in thoughtful patterns.
The night is gone, we role forwards to make a new track and find soil.
Nochrisis
Recognition when thinking.
Video
Day 1056, swinging.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My feet go up when I rush forwards
I lean back and fly, feeling the essence of my childhood
at the top, on the other side, without knowing, I know
and rush back extending myself to where I just was.
I still like to sit down and swing, feel the air, go back, and forwards
wondering if the rope will hold
Nochrisis
Day 1055, a door.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A door, lost in nowhere
black painted iron, half sunken in still white snow
I stare, get lost, did I go through?
Is it even open?
the whiteout hides, footsteps passing
maybe I leaped, I will not know, so
I leave the door behind
dreaming of other pastures
on one of two sides.
Nochrisis
Day 1054, nature stares.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Nature stares, in my eyes
a suggestion, sound, a smell, picture
triggers, revealing old roads
a rush, I escape back
wander where I once was, feel it
emotions flare, waver, going away
once more, the road disappears
I could be him, was him again
Reliving my life, when nature stares.
Nochrisis
Day 1053, belong.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The end of a tunnel
is near
me
I believe
with my head
high
I will
fall
and land
on two feet
my knees
where I
belong
Nochrisis
Day 1052, no control.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Turning around, and around, and around
till momentum takes you along
on a path and no control
Nochrisis
Restoration of Brottsjø 7
Boat building
This week we removed the “egnerhus”. There are parts from different periods, from the 1960 to the ’90. Under the glass fiber roof cover, probably from the 70’s we found small nails indicating that there was originally a canvas cover on the wooden roof. The sink and poorly made table are from the 90’s and have to go. When Brottsjø was used for fishing there was also a second stove standing in the “egnerhus” used for cooking and drying cloth, you can still see the round hole.
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Day 1051, crossroads.
Day's pictures, History, Poetry
Projecting crossroads in life
to leave the guild and go right
praise yourself and feel free
walk around and you will see
Nochrisis
Today I finished the book “A people’s tragedy” by Orlando Figes. It’s about the Russian revolution between 1891-1924. It is a really good book and I can recommend it if you are interested in that part of history.
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