Since I was forbidden to play concert
when talking to visitors, I fall silent
when conversation starts, remove
myself, find something else to do
As no friend is left at work, I write on the
Internet, caused this unhappy situation
myself as motivation to write, when
I am happy and accepted
Surrounded by friends, animated, appreciated,
there is no drive, no inspiration, no motivation
to write very much – but rejected, alone
with my thoughts and ideas
Isolated with boring documents - forces me
to voice my opinions anonymously on the
Internet, not offending family members,
turning to my only friend
The written word, though Dutch Police Assistance
Requests kill words; words used beautifully
sing for me, acting and dancing, creating
harmonies, thrilling me out of my skin
All legal documents are framed in zombie terms,
dead words freezing me also; I keep poetry
at hand to frolic with happy words as soon
as I can - the authors of these
Wonderful words never live for me; yet their
wonderful enunciations fill my heart with
joy and for this I thank them, crying and
laughing with poets
The best thing I have learnt in my life is
to be happy in misery…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem