The wish of my "Father"

I would like to see you earning your degree
I would like to
I hope my life is long enough to enjoy that day

To celebrate it together
With you...

I know God is always on your side
Giving you the courage to go on
And I will always pray for you
And for me to be granted grace to see that day arrive

To celebrate it together
With you...

I wish it also, Father
I wish it more than ever
To see you again
To hear you say that you're very proud of me
And that you love me
More than ever....

*For Lammetje's Father: S. L. T.

For the memory of a grave

I called you up
But you didn't hear me
I screamed out my anger
But you didn't notice me

I asked you out loud...
Have you loved me?

I begged for your presence
But even your shadow did not exist
I cried for your affection
But even your breath had disappeared

You left me wondered, alone...
Have you loved me?

Neither past nor present could answer my question
Only you...just you...
Have you loved me?

Or the days just went by
Without I ever touched and smelled
embraced and be amazed...
by the memories of your existence...
Have you loved me?

*Groningen, 23:04
For the memory of a grave

Empty

This room was filled before
With fear and bitterness,
But still, it was never empty

And now they're gone
Leaving me
Alone...

My heart is still beating, but where is the passion?
My blood is still running, but where is the heat?

This room, this room of mine
Was full before
With pain and tears
And now they're gone
Leaving me
Alone....

*Groningen, almost midnight....EMPTY

Wisdom is calling...

I decided to enjoy living, to appreciate and embrace everything that I have. How if I ever loose it? Then I will enjoy the pain of loosing...
*'Cause a Bittersweet Symphony, that's life... (Verve!)

O, my wounded cat!*

O, my wounded cat

I poured my love immensely for you
Myself was vanished
To replace your being
To devote to your existence
To be the balm of your pain
O, wounded cat...

O, my wounded cat
Why when I myself was wounded
Desparate of your affection
Screaming for your help
You were just busy worried about cleaning up your fur?

Couldn't you see my tears falling down?
Couldn't you hear my silent cry?
O, wounded cat...
O, my, my wounded cat

*For my friend, I.N., whom I still deeply love somehow...