WINGS and more...

Waarom in het Engels, vraagt u mij?

Is schoonheid niet in alle talen hetzelfde?

Natuurlijk wel...

Maar sommige mensen vinden het leuk

om in hun eigen taal aangesproken te worden.

...en omdat ik de laatste tijd meer bezoekers heb, soms van ver,

probeer ik hen af en toe in hun taal aan te spreken.

When I was a child from 7 or 8, we came here once a year 

with the whole family...

my parents, and little sisters...my brother wasn't born yet,

and lots of families with their children

At that time it was a real hill, with high trees on the top.

I live since long in that village, but I never returned to hill,

because there is no hill anymore.

Only a few trees, perhaps younger, I don't know.

And around, villas for rich people.

The old cafe is now a restaurant. 

We took place outside and everything came back.

My youth, the yearly visits to these charming place.

GONE, all is gone,

With the wind and for what?

To make money!!!

Only memories and the smell of the trees,

as I remember me.

I come back dear trees,

I come back, dear memories.

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