I just said I didn't know
And now you are holding me
In your arms,
Parachutes, my love, could carry us higher.
Yet around the net I am floating
Pink and pale blue fish are caught in it,
They are beautiful,
But they are not good for eating.
Parachutes, my love, could carry us higher
Than this mid-air in which we tremble,
Having exercised our arms in swimming,
Now the suspension, you say,
Is exquisite. I do not know.
There is coral below the surface,
There is sand, and berries
Like pomegranates grow.
This wide net, I am treading water
Near it, bubbles are rising and salt
Drying on my lashes, yet I am no nearer
Air than water. I am closer to you
Than land and I am in a stranger ocean
Than I wished.
Uienfeest documentary maker wins Prix Circom
International prize for regional television programs
The tv series about the onion surplus made by Ron Flens for RTV Noord-Holland won the Prix Circom. Last year Ron's brother Jo, a farmer from Texel, donated 250,000 onions to our Over Datum...