Diary of a life of pretence
the canals leads down to the sea
days and nights in a sleepy city
where trains always leave on time
did you really exist ?
Perhaps in a wonded mirror
in which your double felt in love ,
just a doppelganger case ...
log of fears written in hours of remission,
lunar forces dance,deciding night and fog...
Silent walls invent legends and pretty lies
to create a clean conscience in the book
of missed appointments ...
Well- behaved children don\'t read the news paper,
Peter pan won\'t be coming for christmas ,
Next page contemplates nothingness
and the honey pot don\'t care !
I don\'t like Amsterdam ...