Three hours Russian soul Images, sounds, faces, nature I was in a different world I realize sitting here on a bench in Eye writing The Russian soul is not something abstract You can meet him or her in the Russians themselves Meet IT in the woods,
in the Mountains, in the rivers Meet IT in the water as rain, as snow, as ice Meet IT in the mud that sucks your feet down Meet IT in the water that serves as a mirror Three hours in which nothing seems to happen Three hours in which I surrender and feel part of this Russian soul Part of the audience that is as silent
as I am When the end is there A shy applaus can be
heard I join happily
5 november 2019 in Eye after seeing the film Stalker of Andrei Tarkovsky
I made a mistake: I called Andrei Sergey!!
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10.10 | 19:32
Hoi Tine , ik kreeg je naam door van mijn vader hugo mulder. Hoogstwaarschijnlijk ken je zijn van El Bloque in Spanje. Het lijkt mij een verrijking om met u in gesprek te komen.