MY ETERNAL FLANDERS
The bells have rung, the echoes sound
The day is gone
Ay, Marieke, Marieke
In Flanders field the echoes sound
The day is gone
(excerpt from 'Ay Marieke' by Jacques Brel)
This flat, windswept land, so fertile, so mutilated in the past.
The stretch behind the dunes is still, like in the Middle Ages dotted with those 'round' villages.
Church and graveyard in the center, houses around in a circle, the road, often still cobblestones, meandering through it.
Flanders... where I was born...
It was a soft windstill evening, a beautiful silence caressed my ears, the layered fog effacing whole sections of the land from my eyes, trailing capriciously in the sigh of the sunset...
I left the bottom in because that's how it was, grey and darker and lighter again.
I wish you a day full of beauty and thank you for your visit, Magda, (*_*)
MY ETERNAL FLANDERS
The bells have rung, the echoes sound
The day is gone
Ay, Marieke, Marieke
In Flanders field the echoes sound
The day is gone
(excerpt from 'Ay Marieke' by Jacques Brel)
This flat, windswept land, so fertile, so mutilated in the past.
The stretch behind the dunes is still, like in the Middle Ages dotted with those 'round' villages.
Church and graveyard in the center, houses around in a circle, the road, often still cobblestones, meandering through it.
Flanders... where I was born...
It was a soft windstill evening, a beautiful silence caressed my ears, the layered fog effacing whole sections of the land from my eyes, trailing capriciously in the sigh of the sunset...
I left the bottom in because that's how it was, grey and darker and lighter again.
I wish you a day full of beauty and thank you for your visit, Magda, (*_*)