André Hazes - De Vlieger

...Like the moon, I’m half-
glowing in the light,
While my other half,
has embraced the night....

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THE MOUNTAIN OF IMMORTALITY
A young man motivated by a dream where the Sky invites him, seeks Immortality on the non-existent top of a mountain:

“...Each fallen soul,
A burning tear,
A dream destroyed,
A stream unclear...

Each risen soul,
A trauma healed,
A riddle solved,
A truth revealed...”

“...I see the earth weaving the forms of men and animals, and death unweaving them. I see a fabric of shadows and colors, struggling to escape from the loom and from its warp. That tries to create a form unknown to it, to find a melodic tune beyond the repetitive hum of the machine, a road superior to the snakelike entrapment of the shuttle...”

THE COIN (“Zero and Infinity” – a story taken from the white book)
The allegory of a coin’s side trying to communicate with its other side, a side it has never seen or heard, and the story of the book that knew not how to read:

“The sun while rising shone on the silver coin.
That moment, it opened its eyes suddenly and stretched numbly after so many hours of deep sleep. It was so damp up there! Up there, over the tile roof of that two-storeyed cottage at the edge of the village.

‘Good morning’, it said gently to its other side....”

THE BLUE BUTTERFLY
A butterfly of strange beauty drawn to her destination. Enriched by the forest voices, she will enter an impressive castle – an immortal world of butterflies, ruled by a gentle king. He will trap her. He will take her to his tallest tower. Undisclosed there, in numerous frames on his wall, is the rarest collection of precious butterflies.
She will be forced to choose either to fly for him in his gardens or to be put to death. He will be forced to see that no one can obtain what cannot be possessed...

“...The butterflies of my garden say about me that I know everything. And that I have the answer to all things...
Why do you deny me, small butterfly?”

EVERWHERE ABSENT (film version)
Seemingly a science fiction story. People are able, leaving this world behind them, to enter a virtual world of perfection – a flawless world where animals and people live together, without war, pain, hunger... Everyone is pleased, everyone but a woman drawing a painting on a distant rock:

“...I dreamed of Man as a fortress no wrong could conquer, no scheme seduce, no evil penetrate. A tree no wicked wind could bend. Each one, a Sun of Wisdom...”

THE BLACKBOARD

“...You are still young. Your body has not yet undergone the deformation of gravity and in your gaze infinity still shimmers.
Your wings, those unready, rudimentary wings await above all the blood of your heart to be blooded and strengthened. To dare to defy every wind. The choice of your course and the height of the flight lie ahead of you.
Don’t be afraid of the sun...”

“...Wisdom is the dream of Knowledge: Knowledge dreamed of Wisdom...”

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...Is there a poem, a verse, a rime,
that can reverse the hands of time?