Het is weekend. Er kan nog van alles gebeuren.

You love the roses - so do I. I wish 
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain 
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not? 
Then all the valley would be pink and white 
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light 
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be 
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
Prettig weekend. En be nice.

Het is weekend. Gelooft u het zelf.

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Prettig weekend. En be nice.