Categorie: Waarheid

The Night the Radio Remembered

There was a time when music didn’t stream —it glowed.Red and green lights blinking on a heavy stereo,a Schneider boombox standing like a kingin the living room shrine of youth. You pressed Play,and the world obeyed. The speakers hummed,the tape clicked,and suddenly the room became America,London, Casablanca, New York —all at once. It was the…
De Stem van Onze Tijd

Er was een tijd dat muziek niet alleen klonk,maar de kamer binnenstapte als een gast.Een tijd waarin een zwart-met-inox stereohet middelpunt van het huis werd —net zoals bij jou. De avond begon vaak met een plaat van Boney M,want niemand bracht zo gemakkelijk licht in de woonkamer.En als “Rivers of Babylon” door de speakers kwam,dan…
“Nothing beats the 80s.”

www.facebook.com/share/v/17Nr9nNJHT/ Nothing beats the 80s. The music, the colors, the freedom — a world that felt louder, warmer, and somehow more alive. RoseBloom 🌹 copyright 2025 #80s #nothingbeatsthe80s #80svibes #retrosoul #80smusiclove #nostalgiafeels #rosebloomwrites #throwbackenergy #oldschoolmagic #timelessera
America, You Echo in My Chest

America, You Echo in My Chest you echo in my chest like a heartbeat made of highways. Cities glowing like secrets, people carrying dreams in paper cups and tired hands. You’re loud, you’re soft, you’re broken, you’re brave — and somehow you still believe in tomorrow. Maybe that’s why I love you: you fall, you…
Amerikaanse droom,

Amerikaanse droom, je klinkt in mijn borst als een hartslag van snelwegen. Steden die gloeien als geheimen, mensen die dromen dragen in kartonnen bekers en vermoeide handen. Je bent luid, je bent zacht, je bent gebroken, je bent moedig — en toch blijf je geloven in morgen. Misschien is dat waarom ik van je houd:…
I Am the Echo of My Own Becoming

There were years when my voice lived in hiding. Not because I was weak, but because the world around me was too loud and too careless with what was fragile. For a long time, I believed survival meant silence. Until I learned that the quietest woman in the room is often the one who carries…
RoseBloom — Where Truth Hits Hard

I write to disrupt the silence. My words cut, heal, and wake the soul. Stories born from scars, truth, and fire. If you’re here for safe art — this isn’t it. This is RoseBloom: raw, fearless, unapologetic. RoseBloom 🌹copyright 2025 #RoseBloom #ArtThatDoesntAskPermission #UnapologeticArt #RawTruth #FearlessWriting #SoftPowerHardTruths #WriterOnFire #HealingThroughArt #StorytellerSoul #BreakTheSilence #RebornCreatives #PoetryOfStrength #LightAndFire #SpeakYourTruth #NoPermissionNeeded
December – de maand die mijn hart herkent

December carries a special kind of light. Christmas lights are more than decoration — they are gentle reminders that warmth still exists. In the quiet darkness of December, we choose to create our own glow, and somewhere between those tiny sparks, we find hope, calm, and a soft place to heal. – #decembermagic #decemberlight #christmaslights…
NIGHT COLUMN – 01:48 AM

Summary – Night Column 01:48 AM A sleepless hour where truth finally rises to the surface. Between tired and awake, I face the thoughts I ignored all day — the weight, the questions, the quiet pain. The night doesn’t judge me; she holds space. And in that silence, writing becomes my way back to myself.…
Nachtcolumn — 01:48 u

Nachtcolumn 01:48 u Een slapeloze nacht waarin de waarheid eindelijk mag spreken. Tussen moe en wakker vind ik die stille zone waar het hart opruimt: wat te zwaar was, wat bleef hangen, wat nog steeds klopt aan de deur. De nacht veroordeelt niet — ze draagt even mee. En in die rust pak ik de…