Sans soucis

Ik luister in de morgen

naar de vogels, wonderschoon

Distichon

Een gedachte zonder betekenis,
zit vast in verdoemenis.

Terzine

De dagen gaan voorbij,
de tijd vliegt, de klok tikt,
ik dnk terug aan mij.

Kwatrijn

Dag en nacht,
glimlach en traan,
ach het leven
mag van mij wel eens stil blijven staan.

Daar sta ik,
in een rivier vol bittere tranen.
Daar sta ik,
onder een stil snikkende lucht.

In de stilte
fluisteren de bomen mijn namen.
In de stilte
slaakt de wind een diepe zucht.

Maar wanneer een zonnestraal
zachtjes mijn wang
en lippen streelt,

dan zwijgen de bomen
en de wind, opdat de zon
ook hen bespeelt.

Ik pak mijn Eeyore knuffel en kruip onder de dekens, en denkend aan en dromend over mijn prins op het witte paard zal ik wachten op het aanbreken van de nieuwe dag.

The little girl with her little gift.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl. On the outside she was completely normal, but on the inside… Her parents knew. They were afraid of her. Afraid of the little girl, with her little gift. But they didn’t tell anyone about it, so despite her parents, no one knew about her gift. The girl was very happy. She could do whatever she wanted without being punished. Because, if someone dared to punish her, she punished them. She could do horrible things to them, like force them to eat a spider. For a little girl, that’s about the most scary and horrible thing you could possibly think of to do. She didn’t know she could make people do things that were a lot worse. Luckily. At least, she didn’t know, yet. But that was about to change. And as you know, things can change fast. One day, the little girl was playing with her doll. It was a beautiful doll, with a little blue dress and long blond hair. Oh, it was such a lovely doll. The little blue eyes looked at you as you walked by, which was a bit creepy, and the black shoes glimmered in the sun. Well, as I was saying, the little girl played with her little doll. They were playing in the park. A little boy walked by. He was playing with a football. All of a sudden, he grabbed the doll and ran away. The little girl started to cry, but nothing happened. The boy didn’t come back and there was no one to comfort her. She cried harder, but still there was no one to help her. She realised she was all alone and had to deal with this herself. Yeah, she was a very clever girl too. But also she was used by dealing with things herself. She really wanted her doll back, so she stood up and walked around, looking for the boy. The boy stood by the lake and held the doll above the water. The little girl went to him and asked politely: ‘May I have my doll back, please?’ The boy just grinned. This is very frustrating for a little girl, you know. But she took a deep breath and asked again: ‘May I have my doll back, please?’ The boy answered, laughing: ‘No!’ The girl walked away, but after a few steps, she decided to turn around. For the third time, the girl asked: ‘May I have my doll back, please?’ This time, instead of answering, the boy bit her. The little girl screamed and the boy started to laugh out loud. This made her furious. She closed her eyes. The boy became all hot and sweaty. His whole face became red. The girl just stood there, with closed eyes, while the boy felt like he was on fire. Suddenly, his whole body started to shake. His sweat flew in all directions. The shaking became worse. If you were there, you would laugh. It must have looked very funny. A little, kind of chubby boy, with a red face, completely covered with sweat that was shaking like he was doing some really weird kind of dance. But then, his eyes. His eyes turned. You could only see white. The boy was still holding the doll, the girl felt it. So, she didn’t stop, with whatever she was doing. Instead, she made it only worse. No one, not even the little girl herself, knew what she was doing, but she was doing it. And as she was doing it, a little trickle of blood came out of the corner of his eye, like a red tear. At this point, she opened her eyes and saw what she did. But instead of scare, she chuckled. Then the boy stopped shaking and fell on his knees. He looked up with one eye, the other covered with blood, and begged her. ‘Please, please, stop this! You can have your stupid doll! I don’t want it anymore! Please!’ He threw the doll away. It fell next to her feet. She laughed and said: ‘No one calls my doll stupid.’ One last look at the boy, and he fell down. The little girl picked up her doll and walked away. When she was near her home, she heard the sirens of an ambulance. A smile appeared on her face.