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Over mij/mijn reis

Stel: je vindt schrijven leuk, kan aardig met een computer overweg én je reist ook nog eens graag. Ja, dan is het bijhouden van een reisweblog vrij voor de hand liggend. Zo ook in mijn geval dus.

Zodra ik me weer eens aan een vakantie waag zullen de verslagen hierop gepost worden. Inclusief de foto's natuurlijk. Hopelijk zal ik ooit - het zal vast nog lang duren - elk stukje van de wereld gezien hebben. Tot dat moment daar is blijf ik onderweg!

FRANK TURNER - THE ROAD

To the east, to the east,
the road beneath my feet.
To the west, to the west,
I haven't got there yet.
To the north, to the north,
never to be caught.
To the south, to the south,
my time is running out.

Ever since my childhood I've been scared, I've been afraid,
of being trapped by circumstance, of staying in one place,
and so I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored,
somewhere secret, somewhere safe, somewhere close to the door.

Well I've travelled many countries, washed my feet in many seas,
I've drank with grifters in Vienna and with punks in old DC,
and I've driven across deserts, driven by the irony
that only being shackled to the road could ever I be free.

To the east, to the east,
the road beneath my feet.
To the west, to the west,
I haven't got there yet.
To the north, to the north,
never to be caught.
To the south, to the south,
my time is running out.

I've felt old before my time but now I keep the age away
by burning up the miles and by filling up my days.
And the nights, a thousand nights I've played, a thousand more to go,
before I take a breath, and steel myself for the next one thousand shows.

To the east, to the east,
the road beneath my feet.
To the west, to the west,
I haven't got there yet.
To the north, to the north,
never to be caught.
To the south, to the south,
my time is running out.

So saddle up your horses and keep your powder dry,
because the truth is you won't be here long, soon you're going to die.
So to the heart, to the heart, there's no time for you to waste,
and you won't find your precious answers by staying in one place, by giving up the chase.

To the east, to the east,
the road beneath my feet.
To the west, to the west,
I haven't got there yet.
To the north, to the north,
never to be caught.
To the south, to the south,
my time is running out.

I face the horizon, everywhere I go.
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home.
I face the horizon, everywhere I go.
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home.