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FEELING OF IMMORTALITY ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

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FEELING OF IMMORTALITY

Please stop, I need silence inside
Be quiet, there is so much noise
No longer is it possible to live
Words are floating away from me
Dragged along with the ocean tide

My body and soul are kept in piece
While walking along this seashore
Feelings are drawn away from me
Picked up by the unpredictable tide
Gone forever dragged into the deep

New waves keep arriving onshore
The water looks so tender and soft
But at the same time so very cruel
I am much aware of my vulnerability
So small am I in the presence of you

Why did you always need control
You have drowned my personality
And the water continued to call me
Always these same waveless voices
Why didn’t you just let me drift away

A meander of tears escaping my eyes
This desperate heart of mine is leaking
Flooding my remorse and bitter feelings
A pool  which colors are nothing but dark
Slowly vaporized by the heat of hatred

The sand sticks to my feet as if a warning
But its no use I am encouraged to walk on
This luring abyss is dangerously present
A constant flux of changes but I hesitate
Before me the sun disappears at horizons end

I realize I am just focused on my own pain
Words no longer reach my sinking heart
But the emotional wound is cut too deep
I am desperately seeking my own relief
Do I honestly think this is not the end?

Monique Lucy Weberink
January, 2012



Demon and Angel with Tamara’s Soul (1891) by Vrubel

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WHY I LOVE ANNA KARENINA ~ BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

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ANNA KARENINA BY LEO TOLSTOY

Anna Karenina is definitely one of the most impressive books I know.
I have read it several times and every time I seem to be able to discover something new again.
Of course this has everything to do with my life experience. The first time I read it I still was a teenager and was much impressed by the passionate love between Anna and Wronski. Of course I could completely understand why she left her husband to stay with the great love of her life.  The romantic parts of the novel impressed me most as a youngster and obviously the  more philosophical texts I could not fully grasp and to be honest they I didn’t try very hard either. Love is a so much more interesting subject at that age.

A couple of years later I read Anna again because while having an interesting conversation with some friends the books happened to be discussed and there were parts I just did not remember having read anymore. I re-read the book with a much different view. What interested me most now were Tolstoys political ideas that are integrated in the story. At that time I was in my twenties and very idealistic. I supported Tolstoys ideas about proletarism. The love story between Anna and Wronski was less interesting.

Only a short while ago I overheard an interview on the radio with a writer. The funny thing is that I do not remember who the writer was and the only thing I do remember is that he spoke so passionate about Anna Karenina and Tolstoy and in particular about the love of Anna and Wronski.  He said this story gave him so much inspiration that he had written a new book himself after having read Tolstoy. When the interview was finished I walked to my bookshelf to look for  the book, where was it? I was in desperately need for some inspiration myself and the way this writer was talking about the story startled me again.

This marvelous novel does inspire one and give you a desire to re read all the books by Tolstoy and the other great Russian writers…
This third time I read it I finally could deeply understand the true love story going on between Anna and Wronski and has empathy for Anna’s feelings and despair.  Every single time it was exciting to read again.
I think this is great and it shows the excellence of his writing, even after so many years the topic is still actual and it almost seems nothing really changes in live. Love is love and desire is desire, no matter in which age we live or under which circumstances…

“In our day marriage is only a violence and falsehood”
Leo Tolstoy

Monique Lucy Weberink

July 2011

Painting by Ivan Kramskoy

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JUST ME…BEING HAPPY

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JUST ME…AGAIN..BEING HAPPY

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MUSICAL DREAM OF PASSION ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

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Dancing, dancing the tango

With you my love

As if we are the only ones

Dancing in this world

We both feel this passionate love of ours

Bodies close together

While we are turning and moving around

Listening to these bittersweet words

Of pain and despair

Please let the music continue,

I do not want to stop

And step back into the real world

Let me dance

Just a little bit longer

Cherish this safety

Of your protective arms

Seeing these proud movements

In a sensual way

Submission and coalescence

Are taking control over me

Your masculine posture, my sensual spinning

Around you

I let myself go,

Nothing on my mind

Just the deepness of the music

And the necessity of

Being close to you

The music stops

Words are fading away

Shadows are falling on us

It is getting late

This dancing of us

Has come to an end

And so has this glorious feeling

Of surrender and passion

One step back into reality

A reality without you my love

A last look in your eyes

And I can read the message they are telling me

But you can not speak out..

Adios mi amor

Monique Weberink

2011

KEES VAN DONGEN

Dance with the Archangel

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OBLIVION ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

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Being deserted, feeling all alone

There is just this huge emptiness

Looking for some kind of escape

When I let myself go I feel heavy

Deceiving myself in this way

Nothing really matters anymore

Feeling just a sense of lost

Despair has passed and there is a way out

Do not want to remember my past

Do not want to acknowledge my present

Nor do I have any desire for the future

I am in this timeless state of mind

There is only one thing I long for

Tears in my eyes, sliding down my cheek

More tears will follow, that for sure

Accompanied by my hysterical laughter

Feelings of fear are taking control

I want to run away from this all

Running away from the confusion

But I have no place left to go to

Walking in this city full of strangers

In this place that is no longer mine

Going no place special just from there to here

Decided to look for an exit

I realize that once I was happy here

Seeing all these places I remember

But I can’t find it back, my happiness

Because its time now to be all by myself

High buildings are surrounding me

I find myself entering the nearest door

Then going up, further up, as high as possible

This is where it will end, no more tears to cry

Memories are lost, they are taken by the wind

I close my eyes and feel a cold breeze

My thoughts start spinning, faster, faster

A dizziness takes control of my body

Now it is time, there is no escape anymore

How much pain can one feel inside

I relax and look down, how much more to bare

Adrenaline is rushing through my veins

I jump and set myself free…

Monique Lucy Weberink

2011

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WANTING TO CONFIRM ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

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Yes I do, no I don’t
This is driving me insane
What is and what is not true
Recently anchored on this chain

This chain of metal
One made of heavy steel
But it wont have time to settle
No longer matters what I feel

When I stare into your glares
Emotions start to flow
Overloaded internal affairs
Released from their escrow

It is you that I adore
Taken control of my every nerve
I never felt like that before
Your stunning beauty I observe

I no longer have control
A desperate urge to kiss you
Two melting to become whole
Strangely that is not what I do

I can not move anymore
My body frozen like a statue
my great love that I adore
Cold feet is the blocking issue

I rather keep my distance
Watching from behind a screen
Not moving for an instance
Just a few feet in between

Lucky me, yes that is true
Its you I loved all my life
Now I know for sure its you
Forever one as husband and wife

Monique Weberink
2011

Edvard Munch

The Kiss

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IMPRESIONES (3) A BRIDGE TOO FAR BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK AND VICTOR M. ALONSO

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A BRIDGE TOO FAR – BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK AND VICTOR M. ALONSO

NOCHE DE MARZO.

Las aves cantan en la noche,

La madrugada tierna

Que escucha el pensamiento.

Son mis sensaciones fraguadas

En recuerdos distantes

Y urdidas de presente.

Es la fragancia intensa,

Persistente, de una palabra

Valiosa, imprescindible,

Que fragua la miel del silencio.

Porque yo quiero en esta noche

De invierno en calma

Modelar tu cintura

Dame una flor y un verso,

Un fragor distinto y un beso,

Mientras guardando yo estaré tu luz

Bajo la luna.

VICTOR M. ALONSO (MARZO, 2011)

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IMPRESIONES (2) BLUE PAGE ~ VICTOR M. ALONSO AND MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

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IMPRESIONES (2)

BLUE PAGE

(Sobre un trabajo de Monique Lucy Weberink)

No es sólo la distancia,

Es el tiempo el que abre

El azul de la mar

Que golpea esta noche de vigilia.

Hacia qué latitudes se dirige

El pensamiento exhausto,

Esa mirada tierna

De tu alma que tiembla ?

Qué insinúa tu mano,

Qué rumbos añora trazar

En el océano racial,

Tormentoso, de la existencia ?

Es mía la sangre que moja

El rojo centro del espacio,

El piélago supremo

Que arde de nostalgia

Y urde marejadas de pasión.

VICTOR M. ALONSO

GRAN CANARIA, MARZO, 2011

A BLUE PAGE BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

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BEHIND CLOSED DOORS ~ VICTOR ALONSO

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¿Qué misterio se esconde tras la puerta?
¿Tu corazón está sellado y triste?
La sombra que se esconde tras la luz
Evoca una nostalgia de colores,
Nostalgia de palabras que has perdido
Una tarde de invierno y de violines.
Pero hay luz que ilumina enaltecida
Tus ojos de Gioconda
Y el cerrojo de oro me recuerda
La cálida expresión de tu mirada,
Que encuentra tras la puerta
El ardor de tus labios
Esta tarde de verso y soledad.

Victor Alonso
(Febrero, 2011)

Behind closed doors

Painting by Monique Lucy Weberink

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A LITTLE ONE’S FIRST ENCOUNTER ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

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Today you are full and so very bright
Little sparkles reflected on the water
Washed onto the shore by current high tide
Just me there as its sole spotter

I can feel an air flow on my arms
A cold heavy shiver takes control
Its new to me but has its charms
Only warmth from some burning coal

Present high above this beach today
I am sitting here in the clammy sand
You once again decided to have it your way
Making this tiny pieces stick to my hand

Its dark everywhere so late at night
Small creatures finding their ways
Your magic always feels exactly right
Exactly described in numerous essays

Mystic light high up in the sky
You are there, over and over again
In the spotlight, that is why
When the time is right, that is when

You want me to focus, watch you, and only you
I am not alone here, its us that enjoys
We talk and laugh, that is what people do
Not able to break your spell with our noise

So far yet you are so close you are to me
As if I can pluck you right out of the sky
I like to, trust me I tried, didn’t you see
I feel attracted to your magic, that is why

Completely quiet, silence all evening long
Except for what is washed ashore
As if they know its here where they belong
They are everywhere but you want me to ignore

And then sometimes you try to hide
Not much to go for but some fluffy cloud
Those beams of light make the night exactly right
And I understand you, which makes me proud

We eat away the melted marshmallows
A bit burned by the wild moving flames
Dancing like the movement of sounding cellos
The adults around me making no claims

A dot moves along crossing you in its spaceflight
Traveling to its destined path in ideal alignment
High up in the sky like a running knight
Your face shines light, and shows some excitement

Smiling or sad, who knows how you feel
To me you are a magnificent sight
A drawing in the sky, it looks surreal
Only to vanish again at breaking daylight

But its good to have you near
I’d hope to see you again tomorrow
I’ll be waiting for you to appear
You turn darkness into an inspiring fresco

But I am only 8, and my holiday has come to an end
We will see each other again soon, my mystic friend

Monique Lucy Weberink

2011

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