tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466729021143865032012-02-14T01:00:32.397+01:00Just my imagination talking...Orantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11867253785564919124noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046672902114386503.post-6319289961035742292012-02-14T00:47:00.003+01:002012-02-14T00:57:57.635+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmAgaz-ycPk/TzmjcNI0GbI/AAAAAAAADWc/FVnEPP9g4EQ/s1600/TammyProfiel3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmAgaz-ycPk/TzmjcNI0GbI/AAAAAAAADWc/FVnEPP9g4EQ/s1600/TammyProfiel3.jpg" /></a></div>Verwachtingsloos en toch<br />spannend<br />draaiden je ogen<br />in gedachten<br />al zijden vlinders<br />in mijn buik.<br /><br />Met volle<br />teugen<br />genoten<br />mijn oren van je<br />stralende<br />sprankelende lach.<br /><br />Sluitertijd op nul<br />geen haast<br />met verstilde<br />momenten<br />elke foto nam ik al<br />met mijn ogen.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046672902114386503-631928996103574229?l=orantedicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Orantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11867253785564919124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046672902114386503.post-64106554694157927192007-10-04T21:15:00.001+02:002007-10-04T21:31:07.105+02:00<div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/RwU-uOE-48I/AAAAAAAAAPo/wX-zvPN5yAs/s1600-h/thinking.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117565515350336450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px" height="75" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/RwU-uOE-48I/AAAAAAAAAPo/wX-zvPN5yAs/s400/thinking.jpg" width="242" border="0" /></a> Voel jij het ook?<br />Net als zij?<br />Voel jij ook<br />wat er gebeurt<br />bij wij?<br /></div><div align="right">Wat vertrouwen<br />in de lucht<br />laat trillen?<br />Als door mens<br />en moment<br />gebeurt<br />wat meer zouden<br />willen?<br />Als licht vibreert<br />op vragende<br />blik<br />reageert.<br />En tot in het diepst<br />dóórpulseert.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046672902114386503-6410655469415792719?l=orantedicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Orantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11867253785564919124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046672902114386503.post-84996246085350190892007-06-13T13:03:00.000+02:002007-06-26T16:24:05.253+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/RoEhZjDGv4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/EZ4vNk4KSSQ/s1600-h/woman2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080378577439342466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="136" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/RoEhZjDGv4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/EZ4vNk4KSSQ/s400/woman2.jpg" width="167" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/RoEfWTDGv3I/AAAAAAAAACI/1sdHjDh9V-U/s1600-h/woman.jpg"></a>zij slaat mij om de oren<br />met schaamteloze maagdeloosheid<br />haar lokken draaien lustig<br />mijn ogen uit hun kassen<br />verlekkerd vrij<br />vraagt zij aan mij<br />waar haar lippen dan behoren?<br />of haar borsten mij bekoren?<br />fluistert zij met geilzachte G<br />zoetzijden zondewoorden<br />in mijn bloeddoorlopen oren</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046672902114386503-8499624608535019089?l=orantedicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Orantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11867253785564919124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046672902114386503.post-25584272441852701632007-05-29T22:46:00.000+02:002007-05-29T23:02:13.973+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/RlyUz44tGZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WJu-YiQ2ljI/s1600-h/beauty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070090899676797330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/RlyUz44tGZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WJu-YiQ2ljI/s400/beauty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/RlySTY4tGYI/AAAAAAAAABw/P0h0t0c4Kvo/s1600-h/beauty.jpg"></a>Zacht zie ik het deinen<br />van je borsten onder<br />witroze katoen<br />Stel me voor hoe<br />je kippevel als<br />kleine tepels op<br />likbaar ronde huid<br />verhalen van<br />de hitte van je schoot<br />Mijn adem dichtbij<br />draait rondjes in je hals<br />als<br />je bonzend hart<br />je wangen hijgend rood<br />lichtopen je mond<br /><br />Je zomersproeten springen<br />als vreugdekreetjes<br />rond</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046672902114386503-2558427244185270163?l=orantedicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Orantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11867253785564919124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046672902114386503.post-62172160129784295712007-05-19T16:04:00.000+02:002007-10-04T21:30:20.535+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/RwU_QuE-49I/AAAAAAAAAPw/G_NpXg_MTRc/s1600-h/toch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117566108055823314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/RwU_QuE-49I/AAAAAAAAAPw/G_NpXg_MTRc/s400/toch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/Rk8H-44tGWI/AAAAAAAAABg/ykdTwoSCLyI/s1600-h/toch.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/Rk8H2I4tGVI/AAAAAAAAABY/7TB7YYebo6Q/s1600-h/toch.jpg"></a>Natuurlijk zijn er vrije mensen<br />gaat elk mens voor eigen goud<br />Maar als de woorden dringen in je vezels<br />je werkelijk zegt: "ik houd"</div><br /><div>worden wonden snel gesneden<br />genezen net zo snel<br />Blijf ik achter<br />met het stille woord<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ik wist het wel...<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046672902114386503-6217216012978429571?l=orantedicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Orantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11867253785564919124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046672902114386503.post-60676298960532179982007-05-15T14:38:00.000+02:002007-05-15T14:49:52.766+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/Rkmqk1dtppI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B-v1IaUiJgg/s1600-h/ogenoriana2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064766805758551698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/Rkmqk1dtppI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B-v1IaUiJgg/s320/ogenoriana2.jpg" width="257" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Omzien<br />als </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">je weg<br />loopt. </span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Zo stil<br />dat ik je voetstappen<br />niet hoor weg<br />sterven.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">De spiegel<br />van jouw ziel<br />waarin je,<br />wel licht,<br />het omzien oefent<br />of veilig hoopt in<br />de stilte van je slaap<br />op weer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">zien.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Ik hoor je<br />niet kijken<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">naar mij.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046672902114386503-6067629896053217998?l=orantedicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Orantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11867253785564919124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046672902114386503.post-78655604359161729702007-05-13T07:30:00.000+02:002007-05-13T08:15:01.565+02:00<p align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/Rkar5ldtpnI/AAAAAAAAABA/VKIJRt9IWX4/s1600-h/blogdaar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063923836822333042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="248" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/Rkar5ldtpnI/AAAAAAAAABA/VKIJRt9IWX4/s320/blogdaar.jpg" width="156" border="0" /></a></p><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">blonddorstig dringende<br />rondingen<br />ogen half toe<br />warm wakker<br />beweeg je mijn blik<br />naar nat golvende<br />haren gevangen in<br />jouw geildronken draai<br />tot het dooft in<br />de jouwe</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046672902114386503-7865560435916172970?l=orantedicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Orantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11867253785564919124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046672902114386503.post-32257084139714825952007-05-08T01:14:00.000+02:002007-05-13T08:13:23.205+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/Rj-zWVdtpmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZBEgjb8xXKg/s1600-h/blogwriter3.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061961702487991906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwa1Pr2CfHA/Rj-zWVdtpmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZBEgjb8xXKg/s400/blogwriter3.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Van hoeveel liefdes<br />nam ik afscheid?<br />Hoeveel ogen zei ik<br />vaarwel?<br />Hoeveel armen gleden van<br />mijn schouders?<br />Om wie liet ik mijn<br />diepste zuchten?<br /><br />Om telkens weer<br />jouw liefde<br />te zien in<br />jouw mooie ogen.<br /><br />Jouw armen om te schuilen.<br />Met jou<br />mijn laatste<br /><br />zuchten.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3046672902114386503-3225708413971482595?l=orantedicht.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Orantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11867253785564919124noreply@blogger.com0