Het Nieuwe VrijMiBo
My father's thoughts seemed scribbled
on little pieces of paper and shaken in a hat
from which he would choose at random
one mysterious remark or another.
One day watching a sparrow
fashioning a nest behind a drainpipe,
he wept as though it were a sight
of rarest beauty.
Have you ever seen a shoe on the side of the road
and wondered who it belonged to?
he asked me, and I knew
it belonged to someone like him.
Prettig weekend. En be nice.
Reaguursels
Dit wil je ook lezen
VrijMiBo met Queens of the Stone Age, Clinic, Harry Mulisch
HET. IS. WEEKEND. (eindelijk)
VrijMiBo met Europe, Soft Cell en Sjoerd Kuyper
Het is weer weekend: BIER
Torn VrijMiBo
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