Art
"Angel"
Marble sculpture of
Marijke Theunissen-Voss
Poetry
Invictus (William Ernest Henley)
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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Psychology
Helping people to become the director of their own life
Music
I like to express myself as a musician, singer and composer: Nicolet the musician
More art
So i said to him (detail),
bronze sculpture of
Jeanine Theunissen
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