Lagami traha un poesia purá. M'a lanta poeta awe (niet met de "oe" van koe).

Chubatu Shimaron!
Mi nò gusta kurá di Shon!
Den kurá nan ta alababu,
Papia dushi, karisiabu,
Pa despé nan kapabu!


Rough translation:


Feral goat, 
I despise the yard
where they praise you,
and caress you
while they castrate you.

Mundu Yama Sinta Mira

You heard what, about who, yesterday?
Are you sure, it really happened that way?

I cannot believe I am hearing this, are you sure it happened to Julie's sis?
Oh, what you mean you never saw for sure?

What, Peggy-Sue came knocking on your door, she got a call from Billy-Joe
My God, does Johnny Quaker know?

I truly cannot believe it is that way

Oh, what, it was written in a toilet wall?

Trust me, of course you know you can, I promise I will not even tell my man

I would never repeat a word you say, you know gossip only starts, that way




by Peta S. Cameron

source: http://www.helium.com/items/984749-poetry-gossip

Short and sweet

Pick me up
In your arms.
Paradise,
Here I come...

(painting: The Kiss #1, oils on canvas, 60x91cm, 2003)

We've got Visit!

TROPICAL PARADISE


The warm wind blows once again.
The trees, they sway, I'm home again.
The birds sing their melody.
The wind passes through the reeds.
The sunsets brighter, then I knew.
All my thoughts roll back to you.

Tides of water come up so high.
Stars go on forever in the night.
See them dance along the shore.
But nothing is, as it was before.
There is beauty all abound.
The circle turns and comes around.

Forgotten times do here begin.
I turn the page, to start again.
Another chapter within paradise.
I'm walking open with my eyes.
To all the beauty that senses touch.
Need to live and live as such.

I'd like to show you where I've been.
For it is me inside the wind.
Searching for you, so you may see.
All of these things are inside of me.
The warm wind blows once again.
The trees they sway, I'm home again.


by John Prockner 

Source: http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=120631

Grupo Serenada

Foundation
The musical group Serenada was formed in 1975, when a rock band merged with a youth church choir. From the outset the group has enthusiastically explored the boundaries of the local music of Curaçao, experimenting with voice harmonization, rhythms and musical styles, while always aiming to preserve the essence of the local tradition and folklore. The group of ten dedicated amateurs spends a great deal of time to the rescue of forgotten papiamentu songs, striving to safeguard the colorful musical heritage of the island with its typical lively rhythms and cheerful songs.


Line-up
Over time Serenada developed its own unique style. "A cappella" songs form an essential part of the group's repertoire, where the members try to mimic the basic elements of instruments and rhythms with words or vocal sounds. Other songs are accompanied by string instruments, such as guitar, double bass, mandolin and cuatro, percussion and traditional instruments like the benta (African bow), the barí, the tambú grandi, the hoe, the horn and the metal guiro.


Merites
During its 27 years existence, the group has represented the island of Curaçao and the Netherlands Antilles in Aruba, Bonaire, Trinidad and Tobago, Venezuela, the Netherlands and Cuba. At home, in addition to countless performances during festive activities, private celebrations, and festivals, the group has participated in most official cultural acts. To name a few, Serenada performed for the ambassadors of the European Union, for the monarchs of the Dutch kingdom, in the international Jazz festival of Curaçao and the celebration commemorating 350 years of the Jewish community in Curaçao.


Recordings
In all, the group produced nine albums exposing on each one a variety of traditional standards, as well as new compositions in our national language, papiamentu. Discography




Jan Erasmusstraat 9
Curaçao
Netherlands Antilles


Direction
For his dedicated work with Serenada, the current musical director, Henri Moen, received the ‘Colá Debrot’ prize, the most prestigious tribute awarded by the government of Curaçao for outstanding cultural achievement.



Source : http://www.gruposerenada.com/bio/bio.html

Overpowered By Red

What is Red?

Red is a sunset

Blazing and bright.
Red is feeling brave
With all your might.
Red is a sunburn
A spot on your nose.
Sometimes red, is a red red rose.
Red squiggles out when you cut your hand.
Red is a brick
And the sounds of a band.
Red is hotness
You get inside
When you’re embarrassed
And want to hide.
Fire-cracker, fire-engine
Fire-flicker red –
And when you’re angry
Red runs through your head.

Red is an Indian
A Valentine heart,
The trimmings on
A circus cart.
Red is a lipstick
Red is a shout
Red is a signal
That says, “Watch out!”
Red is a great big
Rubber ball.
Red is the giant-est
Colour of all.
Red is a show-off,
No doubt about it –
But can you imagine
Living without it?

Author: unknown

Painters paint. Whether they sell or not ,they paint. They are moved by the song of the birds, the dance of the waves, the caress of the wind. Painters paint. They are in love with the light and the shadow. Intoxicated by color. Painters paint. They make love with passion. Celebrate their heartaches with abandon. Nothing matters as long as the paint flows and the brushes dance. Painters paint. They paint the blues away, they paint a new tomorrow, a possible past, a powerful present, a fantastic future. Painters paint. I'm a painter. I paint.... What's your excuse ?

(Photo: Rodney Victoria )