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"I am from extraordinary ancestral cloth, woven from true love and kindness.
Childhood laughter a song I still hear."

"It’s where love is captured
Where dreams come true
Create many memories
They’ll bring happiness to you"

"I can hear the choir sing
While I’m dressed in Sunday best.
To say my last goodbye"

"For Henry each day is an initiation,
a new door to a mystery,
the grandeur of the Silbersteins
and Welgevonden’s history."

Die LitNet-redaksie nooi mense uit om vir ons te skryf oor dinge in die lewe wat gek is. Dit kan oor enigiets gaan: hoe absurd die prys van brood is, of hoe snaaks dit lyk as sekere mans snorre kweek, of watter regerings aan bewind is, of hoe vergesog dit is wat in verskillende wêrelddele aan die gang is – of net eenvoudig iets snaaks, ’n onverwagse of humoristiese staaltjie wat jy met die res van ons lesers wil deel. 

"Goodnight, the boy whispers to the sun,
not understanding farewell."

"When cartographers come to study us,
they’ll find no clear borders, no legend
to decode the ways, we have merged."

"Inside this device
Numbers of people and lies"

"bred barefoot
to stagger over the shards
of yesteryear’s looking glass,"

"The year of the Master’s Resurrection and Ascension.
His call, as the Thunderous Sounds of the Apocalypse."

"An uninterrupted meeting of the minds,
Discussing thoughts, anecdotes 
From the mother branches"

"The makeshift stage is artfully suited to both the tricks of high office and the gambols of farce, often indistinguishably."

"So simple in its stream:
straight forward."

"your liberators
are singing the same song
as their oppressors'"

"The village erupted in surprised praise. Somehow, the imagery of the entire police team, from the station commander to the most junior constable, picking up sand and wielding brooms, became a beacon of hope."

"when I walk out of the door
my pink suitcase rattling behind
on broken wheels I thought you would fix"

"Nothing grows here now except silence and birdsong by day and the call of the jackal by night."

"It is not easy, waiting for fair sailing weather, permanently watching for the winds to turn."

"Somewhere a mother lifts
a hand to shade her eyes to look and
look again

down the long dusty street
for a son that will never
arrive again."

"I wish you the open heart that brings the truth and love to all mankind,
beyond any political blocks and false leagues.
Only the free flow of borderless wisdom!"