
Het is
weekend. Dit is de
300e VrijMiBo op GeenStijl.
*Plop*.
Don't go
far off, not
even for a day,
because --
because -- I
don't know how to
say it: a day is
long
and I will be
waiting for you,
as in an
empty station
when the
trains are parked off
somewhere else,
asleep.
Don't
leave me, even
for an hour,
because
then the
little drops of
anguish will all run
together,
the
smoke that roams
looking for a
home will
drift
into me,
choking my lost
heart.
Oh,
may your
silhouette never
dissolve on the
beach;
may your
eyelids never
flutter into the
empty distance.
Don't
leave me for a
second, my
dearest,
because in that
moment you'll have
gone so far
I'll
wander mazily
over all the earth,
asking,
Will you come
back? Will you
leave me here,
dying?
Prettig weekend. En be nice.