Wednesday, December 31, 2008


A globe moves as a big balloon in a swimming-pool
and teaches transparent geography to the swimmers

The language of love
is silent and seeking
in life's loudly speaking
from down to above.

The language of silence
in love with creation,
a soul's inspiration
is full but still widens.

The language of silence
and love seem the same:
they show us the flame
but speak without violence

Of burning and brightening sunny salvation
of finding some peace on our blue-shining block.
Love makes man and wild flowers spread on this rock
where all life is looking for balanced vibration.

Jan Arends, Torroella de Montgrí (Girona).Text and picture.
'Poetic lines', 2008.

Saturday, December 20, 2008


The waters are crystalline clear, my dear
and white waves form longlasting rollers.
Young people and older ones play without fear:
Where are strange umbrellas and bowlers ?

The clouds and the winds are playing their game
of change in pictorial meetings.
And nature again is a beast not to tame:
a friend and a foe full of greetings.

The turmoil of tidings in summer and spring
in winters and autumns of colours
form now altogether a wonderful thing:
there's life without €uros and dollars.

This rhytm of natural beauty and strength
seems playing around with sheer kindness.
A lingering life is now asking for thanks
and then takes away all our blindness.
Jan Arends, Torroella de Montgrí, (Girona)
Text and photograph. 'Poetic lines',2008