Concert in a small and dingy venue, tucked away behind a bleak train station.
The man who so devotedly plays the tailpiece of his cello
produces a hoarse and toneless creak,
inevitably propelling himself into my category 'ethnographic observation'
You give me a broad and animated smile.
Feel your hot breath in my ear as you whisper in your French
« C'est tellement experimental, j'aime beaucoup! »
[It's so experimental, I love it!]
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Entry
PoetryPoems about desire, struggle and beauty in the moment. From sweet to grim to humorous, Entry is a search for identity and authenticity. Read Naar Binnen for the original poems in Dutch.
