5 trees make no forest
but for me it's the world.
Number 1 I call The Hand,
every morning he waves hi!
Number 2 is Fork,
he is two trees in one.
Number 3 is Thin and Tall,
reaching for the sky.
Number 4 is Mister Beauty,
stout and proud,
exactly as a tree should be.
Number 5 is Sprout,
he is a specialty,
my windowsilly baby tree.
25 januari 2018
13 januari 2018
IF guitar
When nightingale dad
put his children to bed
he plays the guitar
and makes a nice choir
with his friend, little star
they sing a lullaby
about sweet applepie
and flying sky high
there is romance and dance
but owl wants Silence!
put his children to bed
he plays the guitar
and makes a nice choir
with his friend, little star
they sing a lullaby
about sweet applepie
and flying sky high
there is romance and dance
but owl wants Silence!
9 januari 2018
Solo palabras - Just words
Farewell-bird is crying.
'Farewell', he sobs.
'With that
word
I always bring tears.
I always bring tears.
To say goodbye
and break up,
it gives a big knot of pain
in your tummy.'
Never more-bird
comes floating in.
'What I have to say,
is
worse: Never more.
I never come back,
never again.'
He swallows
and says in a harsh voice:
and says in a harsh voice:
'Never more
is a
terrible thing.
It’s like a lump that sticks
in your throat.'
'The word Regret
is far worse',
shrieks Regret-bird.
is far worse',
shrieks Regret-bird.
'When you regret something,
you wish you
had acted differently,
you wish you
had acted differently,
but you can not
alter this anymore.
alter this anymore.
Regrets bash and clash
inside your head.'
inside your head.'
When darkness falls
they hear someone
sing a sad song.
It
is the Missing-bird.
'To miss
is the worst word.
When you miss,
you don’t
feel your tummy,
your throat or your head.
You don’t feel anything.
Just
emptiness.'
'Dear friends,
your words are just words',
says
Love-bird.
'All that sadness
is caused by me,
is caused by me,
by Love.
Without love,
it doesn’t hurt
when someone leaves.
You just say 'Bye bye'.
But if you love,
then parting is painful.
In your tummy,
in your throat
and your head,
but most of all
there is pain in your heart.'
story: Roberto MarĂn
story: Roberto MarĂn
Every ending
is a new beginning
addition by Hedwig
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