Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on the snow....

Nu al weer een hele poos geleden, vond ik dit briefje op straat, op een regenachtige dag. Misschien is het nooit bij Fabiënne terecht...

One day I walked out the door Suitcase in my hand To a place I’ve been before Some faraway land I sat down at the bus stop Ticket in my...

Be patient toward all that is unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that...

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,...

The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you Don’t go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep!...