The chair in the tree
When the moon lights up in the window,
I try to forget the vomiting pipes of the industry,
The ever traveling traffic wheels on concrete
And the kind of youth that wants it very loud.
When the sparrowhawk finishes his hunt
And lands on the recycled plastic bottles seat,
I stretch the wings of my mind
And find me a chair in the tree.
While the cat explores the night
And the wind is turning the pages
Of my dreams and imagination,
I wait for thee.
(Ter verduidelijking : ik wacht niet op thee, maar op jou)
Besides dreaming : PC infected, nothing functions anymore, can’t get the malware out, days are consumed, stress, stress, stress, external hard disk crashed, etc… , working on an old laptop now, but without my usual programs, so you won’t hear much of me.