We photograph ourselves more and more often. We seem to be forever happy, always smiling, holding each other by the shoulders, we portray ourselves in impressive

Dear friends, dear readers, I just returned from Italy where I found refuge at my favourite Como Lake to write a few new poems and to launch my

“Nella corriente del tiempo, (In the Stream of Time, Meditations in the Himalayas) & “L’Effimero fiore del tempo” (“The Ephemeral Flower of Time”) Tomaso Kemeny, director of the

AWAITING In your sleep, At the threshold of your dreams, I wait and gaze silently on your face As the morning star first appears at your window. In

THE HOUR OF GRACE I used to think it could be solved this way: like people gathering in the station at midnight for the last bus that will

Language For each occasion, love has its own language. For example: that soft lightness of your temple against my shoulder or the haste of your dress to fall

A Song What shall I say to the birds picking away at my thoughts wishing to gain wings to fly like democracy past temples and castles over rivers

Poetry recital by Germain Droogenbroodt in Italian and Dutch at the Villa Reale de Monza, Italy Sunday, 21 st May 2017  

 BUT I KNOW If I were a butterfly before my birth a tree or a star I’ve forgotten But I know that I was and will be Moments

Come back often and take hold of me, sensation that I love come back and take hold of me— when the body’s memory awakens and an old longing