I, the pink whale am a connector
I am on the outside looking at my surrounding
And see blue, yellow, green and some purple
In the corner there is the yellow criticaster
Who does not long to connect
He knows better than that and he is on the inside
Occupying a better place than me
He is warning the blue goldfish, the one eyed
The sweet greenish sealion to be aware
There has been enough connecting in this community
That turned out to be dramatic he thinks
Connections exist to break
down break up entangle
When the connector and the one who has been connected to
Do not remember who is who
When they have become symbiotic it is time
To say Stop!
Become who you are and connect again
But in this case I the pink whale came into the field
To connect all the inside me´s
To one harmonious
whole that is not fixed
But still flexible…
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Hoi Tine , ik kreeg je naam door van mijn vader hugo mulder.
Hoogstwaarschijnlijk ken je zijn van El Bloque in Spanje.
Het lijkt mij een verrijking om met u in gesprek te komen.