She wrote
She sang
She reflected
Heart and soul
entwined
like lovers
Reflection
written
in a room
of one’s own
An enflamed heart
speaks easy
on a surrounded
stage
Pastel faded colours
of the past
Or vivid colours
of the present
The questions stay
the same
Who am I?
What am I doing here?
Where am I going?
Even between the skyscrapers
I still can see
the moon… and the sun
Out of nowhere
comes
love and beauty.
It is all a matter of the current
My current,
and that of the city
My rhythm,
with or without
syncrony - c-i-t-y
Sometimes S L. O W
Sometimes O-V-E-R W-H-E-L-M-E-D
Sometimes G L O O M Y
S L O W and D O W N
Fit very well
Together,
TO GET HER
workhop you and the city
spoken word brussels
pianofabriek Brussels
4/0/2025