/// and so i watch you from afar + dnrwayf

A poster I made for And So I Watch You From Afar (IR) and Do Not Run We Are Your Friends (NL) gig at Tilburg! Be there or be triangle!

/// choose to accept, make their own

‎"Mediating between the complex cultures of Asia and recent influences from the West, peoples of the Philippines have set their distinctive mark on whatever they chose to accept and make their own."

/// the golden house

To live in a house built by Horta
To find a home for my world-weary heart
Golden light will float in the air
Rose champagne and raspberry tart

My feet will brush the creme velvet floor
Brass handles, soft tassels and the highest doors
Elves and fairies sneaking in the corners
The corners, the corners of my mind

My cameras on the mantle
My books in secret drawers
A big bed full of dreams
Peppernoten, coffee and sugar cream

To live here and to live then
Open the windows say good night to the stars
Will I be free will I be me when?
Will I live in the golden house, the golden house from the past?

/// special agent are you there?

/// matar as saudades

Saudade (singular) or saudades (plural) (pronounced [sɐ.uˈdadɨ] or [sawˈdadʒi] in Portuguese, is a Portuguese word that can be translated as "longing, yearning", which describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for something or someone that one loves and which is apart. It often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return.


Saudade has been described as a "vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist ... a turning towards the past or towards the future". A stronger form of saudade may be felt towards people and things whose whereabouts are unknown, such as a lost lover, or a family member who has gone missing. It may also be translated as a deep longing or yearning for something which does not exist or is unattainable.


Saudade (or saudades) is defined as "a somewhat melancholic feeling of incompleteness. It is related to think back situations of privation due to the absence of someone or something, to move away from a place or thing, or to the absence of a set of particular and desirable experiences and pleasures once lived".


Saudade was once described as "the love that remains" or "the love that stays" after someone is gone. 


The state of mind has subsequently become a "Portuguese way of life": a constant feeling of absence, the sadness of something that's missing, wishful longing for completeness or wholeness and the yearning for the return of that now gone, a desire for presence as opposed to absence—as it is said in Portuguese, a strong desire to "matar as saudades" (lit. to kill the saudades).


In Dutch: Weemoed

/// gefeliciteerd

/// Happy birthday love. ///

/// carl

/// Carl. AUG 2011. Riche, Stockholm. 

First night surprise run-ins, a surreal day, rowing to a secret island, celebratory ciders, a row of sombre dogs, dying and living, to feel relieved. Meant to be.///

/// tiger and fox on the way to aalten

/// magneet festival

Sunday, sand dunes, coffee, glitter, lighting candles, rose, flowers on my hair, sunset with you.

/// places and times

Things and people happen in places and times.

There will be small horses on green fields and our feet will touch the ground and Metric's Hustle Rose will be playing in the background like the past, present and future merging into one. Perdone senor will be ringing in the air! Our stomachs will be tumbling in happiness and the air will smell like gold in the air of summer like how it has been (and will always be), but clearer and "now-er" and to get there, we will enjoy and make the most out of it and the time is

ALWAYS

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and

YET TO COME

and good times and great people are always

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Don't forget that you got tissue paper stuck in your ears when you and Arrate went to l'mono to see the Norwegian metal band, holing up in the couch and drinking ciders from Sweden on the sidewalk, looking up to nouveau-hip apartments with high ceilings. The Radio Dept, Moyua, Art After Dark, first-time punches, and sideway glances. Which came first? The golden memories or the writings on the wall? Does it matter? Or are all memories golden afterwards? Who knows! Just keep on keep on keep on riding the golden horse.

/// wild nothing

I saw Wild Nothing Tuesday night at Paradiso, I don't have any photos or videos but I do have an awesome t-shirt.