Poem about Curacao by Andy Kirchner Curaçao; There, where I was born. Curaçao; There where I was born… There, where the ground is too hard to grow your roots, but once you do they can never be unrooted. There, where there is always plenty of food. Where a neighborhood raises a child, knows your secrets and acts like they don’t. There, where it’s so small, you can travel it in a day, but get lost for weeks. There where the beaches are made by nature and the rocks breathe the history of our magic. There is even a place, where you can hear a giant breathe… It’s an island full of diversity that sometimes unifies us, while other days it divides. Our history, built on salt and blood. A mix of Jewish ancestry, European adventurers and African diaspora that makes some of us proud, while for others it still hurts. We are an island emancipating. Released from a colonialism that blew over the west long after it was (supposed to be) gone. We are a young nation, with a future so bright as our sun, but as dark as our oceans for we are afraid of what we are incapable of. Natives and pirates. Kings and queens... We’ve had them all. We have a history that reads like a book. We look forward to your visit, but not yet sure of what we have to offer. We are old, we are new, we are (at least) 42 nations combined on a special kind of rock. Discover us, as we discover you. Andrew ‘Andy’ Kirchner, Curaçao 2015
Poem about Curacao by Andy Kirchner Curaçao; There, where I was born. Curaçao; There where I was born… There, where the ground is too hard to grow your roots, but once you do they can never be unrooted. There, where there is always plenty of food. Where a neighborhood raises a child, knows your secrets and acts like they don’t. There, where it’s so small, you can travel it in a day, but get lost for weeks. There where the beaches are made by nature and the rocks breathe the history of our magic. There is even a place, where you can hear a giant breathe… It’s an island full of diversity that sometimes unifies us, while other days it divides. Our history, built on salt and blood. A mix of Jewish ancestry, European adventurers and African diaspora that makes some of us proud, while for others it still hurts. We are an island emancipating. Released from a colonialism that blew over the west long after it was (supposed to be) gone. We are a young nation, with a future so bright as our sun, but as dark as our oceans for we are afraid of what we are incapable of. Natives and pirates. Kings and queens... We’ve had them all. We have a history that reads like a book. We look forward to your visit, but not yet sure of what we have to offer. We are old, we are new, we are (at least) 42 nations combined on a special kind of rock. Discover us, as we discover you. Andrew ‘Andy’ Kirchner, Curaçao 2015
Poem about Curacao by Andy Kirchner Curaçao; There, where I was born. Curaçao; There where I was born… There, where the ground is too hard to grow your roots, but once you do they can never be unrooted. There, where there is always plenty of food. Where a neighborhood raises a child, knows your secrets and acts like they don’t. There, where it’s so small, you can travel it in a day, but get lost for weeks. There where the beaches are made by nature and the rocks breathe the history of our magic. There is even a place, where you can hear a giant breathe… It’s an island full of diversity that sometimes unifies us, while other days it divides. Our history, built on salt and blood. A mix of Jewish ancestry, European adventurers and African diaspora that makes some of us proud, while for others it still hurts. We are an island emancipating. Released from a colonialism that blew over the west long after it was (supposed to be) gone. We are a young nation, with a future so bright as our sun, but as dark as our oceans for we are afraid of what we are incapable of. Natives and pirates. Kings and queens... We’ve had them all. We have a history that reads like a book. We look forward to your visit, but not yet sure of what we have to offer. We are old, we are new, we are (at least) 42 nations combined on a special kind of rock. Discover us, as we discover you. Andrew ‘Andy’ Kirchner, Curaçao 2015
Poem about Curacao by Andy Kirchner Curaçao; There, where I was born. Curaçao; There where I was born… There, where the ground is too hard to grow your roots, but once you do they can never be unrooted. There, where there is always plenty of food. Where a neighborhood raises a child, knows your secrets and acts like they don’t. There, where it’s so small, you can travel it in a day, but get lost for weeks. There where the beaches are made by nature and the rocks breathe the history of our magic. There is even a place, where you can hear a giant breathe… It’s an island full of diversity that sometimes unifies us, while other days it divides. Our history, built on salt and blood. A mix of Jewish ancestry, European adventurers and African diaspora that makes some of us proud, while for others it still hurts. We are an island emancipating. Released from a colonialism that blew over the west long after it was (supposed to be) gone. We are a young nation, with a future so bright as our sun, but as dark as our oceans for we are afraid of what we are incapable of. Natives and pirates. Kings and queens... We’ve had them all. We have a history that reads like a book. We look forward to your visit, but not yet sure of what we have to offer. We are old, we are new, we are (at least) 42 nations combined on a special kind of rock. Discover us, as we discover you. Andrew ‘Andy’ Kirchner, Curaçao 2015

Poster Curacao; There where I was born Island Map

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If you are a Yu’i Kòrsou (child of Curaçao) you will appreciate this larger than life proclamatian of love for our island.

Museum-quality posters made on thick matte paper. Add a wonderful island accent to your room and office with these posters that are sure to brighten any environment.

• Paper thickness: 0.26 mm (10.3 mil)
• Paper weight: 189 g/m²
• Opacity: 94%
• ISO brightness: 104%
• 21 × 30 cm posters are size A4
• Paper sourced from Japan

Poem by Andy Kirchner, 2015, Willemstad, Curaçao

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