Chère HJ.,
Hope this finds you well.
I wrote this in respons to your poem. Not to tell you how you should feel, but to leave room for doubt.
In Dutch and translated:
Vind je dat je teveel girl bent
Of ben je liever boy
Je hoef ook niet te kiezen
‘k Zeg tegen beiden Hoi...
PS
When I reread this, you might think I'm a bit crazy. I'm referring back to an old Amsterdam expression here: that guy was born with two right feet. An indication that he plays football extremely well. As you can see, this beauty was born with two right feet. Sorry...
Chère G.,
Your super beautiful write dug up an almost forgotten memory.
And it prompted me to write a song about ‘my’ curls. In Dutch, so you’ll have to believe me.
And if yours isn’t an all out ode to love, I don’t know what is.
Keep them coming, please!
It’s going to be...
Chère HJ., Hope this finds you well. I wrote this in respons to your poem. Not to tell you how you should feel, but to leave room for doubt. In Dutch and translated: Vind je dat je teveel girl bent Of ben je liever boy Je hoef ook niet te kiezen ‘k Zeg tegen beiden Hoi...
Chère L., Back for an eye full of beauty. And penthouse surrender! Love it a lot. Warm greetings, Gus
Chère F., Hope you’re fine. And: I will continue Being me Yes, please please please Warm regards, Gus
PS When I reread this, you might think I'm a bit crazy. I'm referring back to an old Amsterdam expression here: that guy was born with two right feet. An indication that he plays football extremely well. As you can see, this beauty was born with two right feet. Sorry...
Chère G., Your super beautiful write dug up an almost forgotten memory. And it prompted me to write a song about ‘my’ curls. In Dutch, so you’ll have to believe me. And if yours isn’t an all out ode to love, I don’t know what is. Keep them coming, please! It’s going to be...