witchy woman

9 januari 2018

Solo palabras - Just words

Farewell-bird is crying.

'Farewell', he sobs.

'With that word
I always bring tears.

To say goodbye

and break up,

it gives a big knot of pain

in your tummy.'

Never more-bird

comes floating in.

'What I have to say,

is worse: Never more.

I never come back,

never again.'

He swallows
and says in a harsh voice:

'Never more

is a terrible thing.

It’s like a lump that sticks

in your throat.'

'The word Regret
is far worse',
shrieks Regret-bird.

'When you regret something,
you wish you
had acted differently,

but you can not
alter this anymore.

Regrets bash and clash
inside your head.'

When darkness falls

they hear someone

sing a sad song.

It is the Missing-bird.

'To miss

is the worst word.

When you miss,

you don’t feel your tummy,

your throat or your head.

You don’t feel anything.

Just emptiness.'

'Dear friends,

your words are just words',

says Love-bird.

'All that sadness
is caused by me,

by Love.

Without love,

it doesn’t hurt

when someone leaves.

You just say 'Bye bye'.

But if you love,

then parting is painful.

In your tummy,

in your throat

and your head,

but most of all

there is pain in your heart.'
story: Roberto Marín

Every ending
is a new beginning
addition by Hedwig

29 december 2017

IF plant

Once I had a veggie garden.
I couldn't keep it up, but it inspired me to do some drawings on this topic.

13 december 2017

3 november 2017

18 oktober 2017

IF safety

In the newspaper this morning: a case of too much safety.
The family protection dog protects so well
that no one can come to visit the family
and the family can not leave the premises.
Oh boy!

7 september 2017

Lola la ola was a very special wave. She could think. She thought about life on the beach, about people sun bathing and children playing. She wanted to see all that, be there, stay. But waves are always in a hurry, always pushing and pulling to reach the shore and to break into spume.

Once she was so close. She could feel the warm sand and she reached out for some sweet little toes. She wanted to play around the feet of that little boy.
But high waves came rolling over her and low waves took her back into the ocean.

Lola flaoted near the coast of India. She heard beautiful music and smelled delicious smells. She felt light and happy.
And then she started to practise yoga. Reaching and rolling, stretching and bowing, untill she could control her every move.

When she went back to the open sea she was not bored as waves normally are. They want only one thing and that is to breach on the land and shatter into a fountain of spume.
Lola kept herself busy. She would drift on the surface or sink to the deep, float backwards and forwards. Finally she learned to be still. Even her thoughts would stop.

One day she saw the shore again. The waves around her were growing bigger and roaring furiously, trying to be the first on the beach. But Lola slowed down and felt very calm. She reached the sand like water that is spilled on the floor. She made no noise and no spume. She disappeared, absorbed in the ground.

Lola the wave stayed on the beach forever. Do you know how you can find her? She is the water that appears when you dig a hole in the sand and that crumbles your walls.

Story: Roberto Marín

Illustrations: Hedwig Meischke