if only it could say everything ought to be said.

As the snow keeps coming back
it’s getting clear to me, that now
and then
and everlong
you’re all of it.

burns burns burns
with your burning hands
turns turns turns
with your ever-turning bends
they never break, not even close
burns turns yearns
for you alone

An elephant deserves to be treated with respect.
Anyone who has the nerve to force an elephant to make a fool of himself in front of happy children and less happy parents who try to find their happiness in their children’s, cannot possibly be a human being. 
Fact is, you see, he’s quite unique. No other animal has a proboscis, although 13 year-old boys often pretend that they do. 
It is in the spirit of those animals, we should open our eyes to one another. We may not have a proboscis either, but with a small effort, anyone can easily find within himself that little bit more that no one else has. That thing you sometimes find annoying, but might as well turn out to make your cards right. Play them well, and you will win.

en dat het allerlaatste en allereerste woord tweelingen zijn, die apart opgroeiden.  

There’s only life. End. There’s no such thing as a purpose, a meaning. All we have are our hands. 
To slap someone in the face when disappointed, to be hit by your own uncontrolled flaws. 
To cherish your lover’s cheek, to be loved by the unexpected.
To hold whatever you don’t want to lose, and to pick up whatever lost pieces you find.
Those hands, I assure you, are all we have.

What’s a face? Nothing but a weak attempt in hide an seek. An eye for an eye, a truth for a truth. 
Our plans remain unrevealed behind the words we speak with such vagueness they almost blur themselves away, they’re worth nothing. 
If only we could see, there’s no use in these protection strategies. 
Hands cannot be hidden. Gloves only accentuate their shape.

For who can’t fall, will never fly
and who can’t fly, won’t fall
It’s an easy choice to make.

‘t Is omdat we allemaal te naief zijn, 
elkaar vertrouwen geven, en krijgen
door voormalig vertrouwlijke situaties,
maar zonder enige grond van waarheid. 

Of was het door die blik
waarvan we allemaal zagen dat we ‘t meenden
maar allemaal wisten,
dat menen verleden tijd was
en er enkel nog plaats was
voor een poging tot een benadering.

Niemand zal ‘t zeggen
”Wie zal ‘t zeggen,” zeggen ze dan.

Niemand Iemand Alles en Iedereen,
algemeen bekend als een algemene bekendmaking voor verbouwingen,
van die dingen die mensen etaleren, uit sympathie, of eerder domheid
gele blaadjes op A3 formaat
om trots op te zijn,
zo bekend had het moeten geweest zijn.

maar zoals ik al zei
we waren te naief
dom van ons.

Anders stel je ‘t uit
een lange baan
ookal lijkt ze nog zo kort. 

I just hope that one day you’ll look back at life and find nothing but regret
fills your head with so much histories your eyeballs pop out of your skull
in order for you to never see me again the way you saw me then.

I just hope you realize you may have seemed like an ocean, but were only a wave
and will end up drowning in your own self-absorbed enthusiasm.

yes, there is something more
another dimension
even when you thought you’d made it
right up to the finish line

and then out of the blue
there appears to be something more

something far more perfect than you’d ever imagined

maybe you just think you have
because that’s what you want,
so desperately
love – not to be doubted
yes or no go
in doubt, move on
love - is obvious

well at least I think so.

and don’t you get too involved
in something that was never all that real anyway
in something that wasn’t yours
for what never starts, won’t stop.

Everyone should just stop for a couple of seconds
I’m running out of breath

I never left, just got a bit stuck inside my head
or yours
is it you, inside my head?

I new, you new
it’s not a verb, it’s a state of mind
I new you new
doesn’t matter what made you break
it’s how you fix it. 

Who need’s light, who needs sight
your figure cuts the dark
you figured out the dark 

and how I loved yesterday, and the Beatles who made the word and the world more beautiful than it maybe already was, in the short period of time they conquered the universe, across the universe

I figured it all out, now, I think
I think I’m through, and I think I’m done with creating problems that aren’t really there, and overrating tiny misunderstandings that are certainly there, but really not worth spending words, thoughts, and time over
and it’ll be okay
I just know, that it’ll be okay
because whenever one feels lost, whenever you lose the direction to fall, the world will always be there, right underneath your feet, to bump you right back into the sky, like a trampoline without a cause