July 28, 2008

Trouble

Filed under: arty — @ 20:08

Onlangs ‘n gedichtje ontvangen (origineel van Oko Sokolo):

Trouble
“I kiss the stone
And throw it far away
My heart, barking, runs after it
Over every mountain
It finds the stone
He bites it and brings it back
He lays it down before my feet
Now it wants to kiss me”

E.Fried

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