Ik ben benieuwd naar jullie meningen (zoals altijd haha. ik ben een veel te onzeker dichtertje) (:
“light blue his hair as the sky
on a sunny park afternoon
glistering dew drop tears
on cheeks like city sculptures
stained his neck grape-like
bruises on pale skin
feels and thinks he does
know life’s pain
and he looks as
sadness spreads
concrete his eyes as the buildings
that surround him
blood-maroon coloured
lips like curved wood
marked his arms violently
little river veins
spinning and stirs he does
touch this life
and he looks like
this sadness”
Zij zingen, nijgen naar elkaar en kussen, geenszins om liefde, maar om de sublieme momenten en het sentiment daartussen.
