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.
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
