Petra Hermans's Blog: The Religion of The Blue Circle, page 50

Book of nights

[image error]

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Book of nights

My uncle taught me how to collect stamps.

I had a special leather book, for stamps all over the world.

He had thousand, hundreds of books and sometimes

he gave me his stamps whenever it was all collected double.

In the middle of the night, the mailman here on the opposite

brings her mail, after midnight, for free stamps, by an expensive car.

I make them All, sweat real hard in this street, because it is not only

about squash and tennis but taking care of all your special key connections.

I think, it is a good goal, to exchange now the real stamp for fireworks.

It is very popular, also, to read books in the night, all night long till morning.

I am in a good mood, by now, right now, I say, it is all for free,

complete in orders of my small business and what has been achieved!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

June 21, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Sunrise in the morning, after the book of nights, Tilburg

[image error]

 

Village in hometown

[image error]

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Village in hometown

A present can be gifted,

once, for once.

When you want it,

dream about more surprises

but the wishes cannot be heard.

In a room,

papers with letters

have been saving new books,

new ideas and pages.

There is always a difference

between all differences,

you have to be kind of specific.

It is my natural way

I can assure you.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

June 21, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9851121-het-was-niet-voor-connie-palmen-of-zo-dat-mijnheer

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9807146-i-walk-by-keys-in-left-hand-while-i-do

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9785339-it-was-in-the-year-55-bc-a-woman-came

Photograph II : Tilburg, the Netherlands, one photograph by May 29, 2016

[image error]

The smallest feet

[image error]

Photograph I : The Mexican Border, between  the present USA and Mexico

The smallest feet

I think, it is alright to say, it is something

concentration camps have been doing all our history.

I might think, it is good to believe in panic,

chaos and normal orders from above.

Somehow, last night, I got it, really.

I have been seeing, how I can spend even more pocket money.

Three times a lady, is not that good,

you have to try, you must be a lady for more than four times.

In the dark, people have been searching, children

the smallest feet and screaming voices, how many.

I have to admit, I cannot understand the Mexican language

because somewhere, it has been silenced, in a late good evening.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

June 21, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The US-Mexico border or the Mexico-United States border

[image error]

 

Centre of the world

[image error]

Photograph I : Tilburg, The Netherlands, The Hague City, Het Binnenhof

Centre of the world

A simple message would change the world.

If you are able to understand language in a correct way.

A modest way of living has been translating

a new way of sharing and living, but no one competes.

Far away, from far away, a sound has been heard, simple

and easy but I would not say, it is my speciality, my excellency!

There is a point, a certain point for the success of an author

and a period after that special point.

The most important purpose in my life is to point my end

by a lovely point!

You cannot sweeten Royal Blue, indeed.

It was a green bedroom, your Majesty.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

June 21, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Tilburg, the Netherlands, The Hague City, February 2016

[image error]

Spheres of silence

[image error]

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Spheres of silence

In those days

the music did not play.

I was in your shelter,

so were you.

In my days,

new contrasts,

new triangles are drawn,

a blinded painter did not touch.

In windows, life glances,

slow in silence,

we looked in another time.

It is your history,

the story has been told,

the author completely unknown.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

June 17, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

[image error]

Sky of mystery

[image error]

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Sky of mystery

This morning, this very morning

I looked in my way of watching.

At a glance, beauty is,

to be found, within two hands.

Three hands won’t catch

the wind and lose the weight

of air.

This morning, I was permitted

to glance in a sky of yesterday

and believe it or not,

beauty of mystery

showed me her face!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

June 17, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9854528-the-brightest-light-changed-the-light-in-darkness-of-a

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Sunrise, at the Hall, the fence and Entrance of my Home

[image error]

 

Book of an author

[image error]

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Book of an author

Books are not interesting.

It is the spirit,

who makes you laugh

or cry, one way or the other.

Stories are boring,

especially when they are

not solved.

I was the one

who started to write

because I thought,

it would be worth, somehow.

I think, now,

it has become more

than it had to be,

for one human race.

This book is not finished,

easily; it might be a problem.

I understand, very clear

that it ends one day

after a new day!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

June 17, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9854527-in-a-book-a-story-has-been-told-before-it

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Michael Ende – Die unendliche Geschichte (1979), Atreyu

[image error]

 

Difference in grey

[image error]

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Difference in grey

A culture is older

than the word ‘humanity’

belongs to nature.

In nature,

language has been

given by your family,

as the light returns.

I see a difference

in the attitude

towards an older culture.

It is namely

given by a professor

who lost his name

but rarely the wheel of fortune,

was fortunately given

a completely whole new chance!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

June 17, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9851122-ik-maak-me-niet-druk-om-geen-drukte-aangezien-ik

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9852309-how-come

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9850863-in-a-garden-i-would-walk-away-a-thousand-miles

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

[image error]

Time clock

[image error]

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Time clock

“In two nights, another room high under a roof,

I heard the rooster make his sound, more than three;

at least he tried before he fell.”

It was a night

as all of the nights.

But it would change.

Since, New Year’s Eve,

I knew, it was going to be tough.

It would be hard.

The whole year has been, very hard.

I made some phone calls.

I cleaned the house and took

my bicycle.

I arrived at the house,

a good old friend.

In those days, I could hardly

talk with someone.

It was a language full of double

meanings, their side.

My language is continually

on the level of a triple future.

I was welcome, as usual.

He gave me his tea and company.

I made another call, abroad.

It looked, the night rained

as if it was more than disaster

of a clock.

My aunt arrived, with her car.

I said goodbye.

I would return, one time more, again!

Three days within new family tales.

Food, shelter and an old bathroom.

Later, days arrived, cars came

I had my bag, official papers and money.

New houses, cars, nights and villages.

It was strange, in the beginning.

I was not sure, where I would come home

but I knew, the story would end, one day.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

June 17, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9854208-the-first-sounds-in-the-morning-confirm-my-happiness-joy

© 2019 Petra Hermans

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien (1892-1973) – The Lord of the Rings,

The Return of the King, The Siege of Gondor, Chapter 4, Page 103

“All save one. There waiting, silent and still in the space before

the Gate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax: Shadowfax who alone among

the free horses of the earth endured the terror, unmoving, steadfast

as a graven image in Rath Dínen.

You cannot enter here, said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted.

Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into the nothingness

that awaits you and your Master. Go!

The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown;

and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it

and the mantled shoulders vast and dark. From a mouth unseen there

came a deadly laughter.

Old fool! he said. Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know Death when

you see it? Die now and curse in vain! And with that he lifted high his sword

and flames ran down the blade.

Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard

of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry

or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death

was coming with the dawn.

And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns.

In dark Mindolluin’s sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly

blowing. Rohan had come at last.”

Enya – A day without rain (2000), Pilgrim

© 2000 Warner Music UK Ltd.

Photograph II : Enya – A day without rain, Pilgrim

[image error]

 

Beyond all depths

[image error]

Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Beyond all depths

It was a stranger

in a strange night

of all strangers.

I stand normally

above all normal standards.

In the depth of all depths,

I touched my white stick

in a different way and changed

our universal course into

eternal direction, that lasts.

A white stick coloured a sky,

blue and silver stars sparked free

under earth and in heaven above,

waters of joy fell in my mouth.

She has that strange effect, on you,

because you would not even

have marked, signed a signal!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

June 16, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9853185-i-love-it-when-a-silent-spirit-lives-inside-of

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

[image error]