by Jan Eelman
(Holland - Singapore)

Emptiness, result of an overwhelming power of surprise, rain falling down as the rhythm of my tears, silence, the creator of a vacuum of unbelief. Dreams stolen and replaced by the intensity of pain, as the rare hailstones in a Summertime June.

Words harder than stone penetrating my soul and start the creation of my memories of a future and my birds of paradise suddenly are restless caught in gages of darkness and covered in an eternal powerlessness.

The absence of your love is translated into a mystic but realistic nightmare, called the memories of a future.

March 2012

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