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Röntgenfoto van de implantaten

 

 

 

 

 

Deze foto's zijn nog maar een deel, van wat er ooit genomen is, maar zal ze wel steeds blijven aanvullen. Voorlopig is er een beginnetje gemaakt.

 


 

COLORS OF THE WIND

You think you own whatever land you land on,
the earth is just a dead thing you can claim,
but I know ev'ry rock and tree and creature,
has a life, has a spirit, has a name.

You think the only people who are people,
are the people who look and think like you,
but if you walk the footsteps of a stranger.
You'll learn new things you never knew you never knew.

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon.
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest,
come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth,
come roll in all the riches all around you,
and for once, never wonder what they're worth.

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers,
the heron and the otter are my friends,
and we're all connected to each other,
In a cirle, in a hoop that never ends.

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon,
or let the eagle tell you where he's been,
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

How high does the sycamore grow?
if you cut it down, then you'll never know.

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon,
for whether we are white or copper-skinned,
we just sing with all the voices of the mountain,
need to paint with all the colors of the wind,
you can own the earth and still,
all you'll own is earth until,
you can paint with all colors of the wind.

Waarom zijn er zoveel vragen?
Waarom is er zoveel pijn?
Waarom zijn er zoveel dingen?
Die niet te begrijpen zijn!