> Another Monday and I have not been to the market since you left didn’t see Florance, didn’t eat Pom didn’t drink at Oosterling, didn’t sit at the big tables in Warung Mini didn’t wait for warm appeltaart didn’t find us at Tabitha didn’t park the car didn’t laugh like I do with you  …

>   Today is the Amsterdam Marathon. A Kenian runner won in the time of 2.08.52, his name is Salomon Dubendich.  It was his first Amsterdam Marathon. Usually they would also run here in my neighborhood but this year they didn’t. Here was the turning point of the 10 kilometers. I watched that. When the…

> It was the sweetest day today, sun was out, temperature’s high. People were sitting outside again, drinking their wine or coffee. The kids were playing in the playground again and their mothers talking, again, the endless circle of life. I worked on the first chapter of my manuscript. I  had a deadline and I was…

> This line from a melancholic and mysterious Melanie song has been singing in my head for the last thirty some falls. It’s from a song called Autumn Lady and it has been my companion each time I feel the beauty of Autumn, and today it was the very first time again. A leave on the grey tiles of the pavement filled…

>Living in the Netherlands means we are all wearing costumes, clogs and we all play the accordeon 

> Since about two weeks every morning when I turned on my computer I got a message that my software, Windows XP professional, was counterfeit and  illegal. The message looked all cute and beautiful with flowers but was very disturbing, I bought this computer from some computerguy that had cost me a lot of money…

> ode aan Dusty Springfield1939 – 1999 Je draagt spinnen in je haar en draaft rond door lege gangen waar ruiten kapot zijn en regen op stapel staat geen begin geen einde is in de molens van je geest Stof met stem tot stof ben je weergekeerd zand erover Ga niet weg, vergeet me niet…

> nothingness So you see it was it wasa it was empty nothingness, it was black, it was the abstinence of light, pitch-black was I there was no understanding there was no she, nor weit was before there ever was I and long before there was a thing like you, a you like you before…

> Melanie in Haarlem November 2004  

>I don’t think anyone ever reads what I write.Would I? But I want to post every day so here is my contribution for today. Have been writing on a chapter of my manuscript. I was listening to Melanie rarities.Recordings that for whatever obscure reason never made it to the public.Most of the songs are heart…