Vrouwentongen
brandnetelen
de Omphalos
het erectus
...
The blossom of your cheek,
the sun rays on your lap
a soft first shoulder tap
a heart that dears to speak.
...
The cricket in the house
might bring -bad- luck,
last year i had a mouse,
whom by poison struck.
...
Grijs is de wereld
waarin ik woon,
zwarte bolster
blanke pit
...
Me the joint
I took a blow went with the flow
my neighbours grass seemed higher
...
Bachus und Mercurius
Die Trauben sind Tod
...
A Touch of We
Did not I see what my heart whispered to me
did not those birdeyes sing so silently
...