Ophelia [NDL Bleu Citron]
Posted: 27 Apr 2015 00:23
Dus, al een tijdje niets gepost. Meer en deel door een camera die best wel aan vervanging toe was. Maar hierbij.. nieuwe camera, nieuwe fotos.
Zaterdag samen met vriend naar Limburg geweest, op bezoek bij Marcel samen met Marijke (en de hondjes). Helena belande weer in het water omdat er overal van die super leuke moeras stukjes waren.
...I did love you once.
Indeed, my, lord, you made me believe so.
You should not have believed me...I loved you not.
I was the more deceived.
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
Zaterdag samen met vriend naar Limburg geweest, op bezoek bij Marcel samen met Marijke (en de hondjes). Helena belande weer in het water omdat er overal van die super leuke moeras stukjes waren.
...I did love you once.
Indeed, my, lord, you made me believe so.
You should not have believed me...I loved you not.
I was the more deceived.
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
Die arme pop iedere keer maar weer in het water plonsen.
