Zywa The Twists of The Way

Three women among the tombs of a cemetery (on the south side of the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem)

The youngest woman (Hanna) is dressed in orange, the colour of love; she is cleaning a tomb with a cloth and a bucket of water

The middle-aged woman (Miryam, the Tower) is dressed in blue, the colour of faith; she is lying on one of the paths of flat stones

The oldest woman (Miryam, the mother) is dressed in green, the colour of hope; she looks out over the part of the cemetery that is located in the theatre hall


MIRYAM, the mother [1-117]
Hello, I am Miryam -
Maria, say the Greeks
I married the crown prince

We helped everyone
who needed it
because that is what it is all about

When you are king -
crowned or unofficial -
you live for everyone's well-being

[10]  That is The Way
All God's ways
lead to our neighbours

It was not easy
for the most important part
of the country was occupied

by the Romans
and we, in the outlying areas
were being watched

To them we were enemies
[20]  insurgents, murderers
They understood nothing

of our faith, simply
appointing high priests
who were not even priests

The real high priest
was an exile
who travelled along the border

and discussed the revolution -
the reconquest of the country -
[30]  with young people

Until the cavalry arrived
and arrested him
They took him along, far away

to the fort where the king's
birthday was being celebrated
and Princess Salome was dancing

The men stared
at her bare belly
and the king challenged her

[40]  to make a wish
The girl consulted
her mother, the queen

and then asked for the head
of the saint
To her dismay

she received it, briefly, out of respect
no, out of mockery, the head
was given to the relatives

which strengthened them in their revolt
[50]  Of course, there was a successor:
Simeon, the son of Jonah

Our eldest son anointed him
as the new high priest -
in exile, just as we too

had to live, yonder in Galilee

MIRYAM, the Tower [] [MT] [MM][1-220]
Hello, I am Miryam -
the Mirjam with the title 'The Tower'
Premise

Synopsis

Summary

Years

Poem V0111
Amsterdam, 2026-10-31
Collection: The Twists of The Way
 

Zywa The Twists of Power

Play
1,500 words, 100 minutes running time

To the left: an alley leads from the invisible street out to the front of the stage and then runs to the right, past a simple back room with a table and chairs, and a chest with a cloth over it, on which loaves of bread lie

To the right: along the alley lies also the courtyard of the house, with a large tree and a pile of bulrush bundles

Eva (70 years old) is dressed in red, the colour of passion; she is mending a dress

Rana (60 years old) is dressed in purple, the royal colour; she is sitting at a table writing

Zina (40 years old) is dressed in green, the colour of growth; she comes out of another room with two baskets, puts the loaves of bread in them, and addresses the audience in the theatre hall

Line 0001-0966  First Act  The Major-domo
Line 0977-1300  Second Act  The Lieutenant
Line 1-1  Third Act  Honourable Life

First Act: The Major-domo
ZINA [1-12]
Ah, you are here!
Then we can begin
our story

To tell or to keep silent
that is the question
in our country

But that does not matter
It is and remains our country -
different from your country

[10]  And it is our time
Long before your time
But the story is also your story

Rana stops writing

Eva has given the dress to Zainab, who holds it out in front of her;
Eva turns to face the audience


Rana looks thoughtfully ahead

Eva folds her hands over her mouth
and Zina returns; she stops before the courtyard


Zina sniffs the air and enters hesitantly

End of the first act

Second act: The Lieutenant
Between the alley and the courtyard, a gate has been woven from the bulrush; the women insert palm branches into it


End of the second act

Third act: Honourable Life
A strong wind; the gate has blown down and the tree has fallen on the roof of the back room; the roof has collapsed; the women are sitting on the ground and attaching ropes to a large canvas


The wind is dying down

From the alley, the women throw the ropes into the back room; there they pick up the ropes; in the corners, they throw the ropes over to the courtyard

In the courtyard, the women pull the canvas taut over the back room; where the tree lies, they must wriggle the canvas down

The canvas lies over the back room; now it needs to be lashed down

Eva pulls hard on one of the ropes

Zina ties a rope to the chest next to the door to the courtyard

EVA [-] [E] [R] [Z]
If something is possible
if it could have happened
then that is of interest

to neighbours and girlfriends
And the men who pick up
on some of it are quick

to pass judgment
because no one is innocent
so it must be true

When a woman turns out
to have been home alone
she may have had visitors

and been seduced into intimacies
and if there are false witnesses
who accuse her -

with titillating details
of a wrinkled dress
and tousled hair

after the description
of a hasty shadow
in her street -

then that can be enough
then she can already be condemned
out of envy

Premise

Synopsis

Summary

Years

Poem V0121
Amsterdam, 2026-10-31
Collection: The Twists of Power
 

Zywa The Twists of the Serpent

Darkness
Rumbling in the distance
The wind is picking up
As it gets light, the wind dies down
There is a large tent
Four shadows of women in the tent

Miryam (seventy years old) and Rebecca (twenty years old) are working at a simple loom

Emzara (fifty years old) is spinning wool with a spindle

Lilith (thirty years old) is dancing


Lilith comes out as a belly dancer and makes graceful movements with her arms; while she lightly addresses the people in the hall, she continues to dance a little [1-52]

How do you tell something?
How do you tell your children
for example, where
grandpa and grandma come from?

Cain invented God
God had drawn Grandpa out of the clay
and made Grandma from a rib of Adam
Cain didn't know how it worked yet

Man's small trunk actually
came later, as an addition
to the female-human, and now that we
know that, we must call it what it is:

God created the female-human
and with an adaption
the male-human as well
No more man and wo-man!

No ish and ish-sha
And while we're at it
we'll also do something
about the use of the words

fairy and whore; you could
expand them to
man-fairy and man-whore
bi- and non-bi-fairy and -whore

trans-fairy and trans-whore -
there's no end to it, but personally
I prefer to keep it simple:
no more fairy and whore!

I do not exist to be looked at
but not seen
and I am certainly
not a man-nequin, a little man!

Lilith pauses for a moment
It has become lighter in the tent by now

Fairies are simply spirits
So call them that: spirits
And male-humans lie down
next to a female-human more easily

than vice versa, so in practice
there are more male-whores
than female-whores
Many more male-humans rape

At the word rape, Emzara looks up
While Lilith continues speaking, Emzara stands up
and walks through the tent

a female-human than vice versa
They are the whores!
For female-humans, the term is
discriminatory, stigmatising, unusable!

Male-humans are whores
if they are looking for an opportunity
to stick their aroused little trunk
into another human

Emzara looks intently at Lilith
While Lilith continues speaking, Emzara walks towards her
She sits down close to her

Whores are humans, yeah
who have many sexual partners
Call them humpers -
male, female, whatever

Humper is a word that is usable
for everyone, just like the word human
In society
everyone is: human!

Only at home
does a gender difference remain
At home, we hold the words
father and mother in high regard

due to the biological difference
in bringing children into the world
and in the functioning
of mothers and fathers

Short speaking break

How do you tell something?
Which words are correct?
Cain invented God
as our father-mother

Adam and I are humans
and then, when I was ready
I let him come inside me
for the first time...

and Cain was born
Our lives changed!
We enjoyed our baby
but the time of paradise was over

From then on, Adam often went alone
[130]  I had taught him to pay attention
to the locations of the fruit trees
and to trust his nose

to know where the fruit is ripe
And I had taught him
to get up earlier
than the others, to go out

in the moonlight
to be the first
just a little further away
[140]  the one who picks the ripe fruit

He was not entirely
satisfied with that, he felt
his pride wounded
And I remember that he didn't dare

to eat a fruit, but
because I didn't get sick from it
I was able to tempt him
to take a bite

Still, he got angry
[150]  instead of thanking me
Later he came around, but he never
considered fruit-picking hís job

Cain soon noticed that
and then came up with paradise
with the tree and the serpent
and God's prohibition

because once you have God in your head
you can't get him out
you always have to invent a sequel
[160]  like the story of the apple

Now it is Rebecca who looks up and sits closer

or the fig, a ripe fruit
with the serpent that tempted us
and the knowledge we gained
and the journey we made

Adam walked ahead
He knew the way, he said
And I kept my mouth shut
He just followed the river

When Cain wanted to explain
[170]  to his children why
we kept moving
he invented an angel

who had sent us away
to discover the world
and to take care of the animals
and the plants everywhere

And by the time of Methuselah
his grandchildren had expanded
the story even further
[180]  for if Adam and I were the first

to have done something wrong
then apparently it also had to be
told who was the first
to have killed a human

Not an animal, to eat
at a feast, and in winter
when there was little other food
No, a human!

Miriam shakes her head
and gives Rebecca a look

And that was just pinned
[190]  on Cain!
He was assigned a brother
for the murder story

They didn't invent anything particularly
remarkable about that brother, he is
merely a cardboard figure
who has no lines

for his role is simply
to be murdered
[200]  For instruction and entertainment
It did create a problem, though

A matter of honour
For the narrator
did not want to be descended
from a murderer!

So, alright, he invented
another brother!
What do facts matter
in a story?

They called our third son Seth
[210]  He was assigned Cain's life
but without the fratricide
After all, he was only 'born' after that

And now it was he
who cultivated trees
beans and grasses
with edible seeds

Now it was he
who dug canals
and built a house of clay
[220]  with a sturdy roof

Now it was he
who made tools
and built beds
while Cain's descendants

lived elsewhere, although they
did have virtually the same names
That is a negligence in the story
Why not change the names?

Fortunately, the Flood provided
[230]  a solution: Cain's offspring
drowned, and of Seth's descendants
Noah was saved by God

At the word Noah, Emzara looks up
While Lilith continues speaking, she stands up
and goes to stand next to Lilith

Thus, the sequel coils its way
through the facts like a snake
being a poetic summary
of evolution, from nothing

to man, from wandering
to a fixed dwelling place
with customs and rules of conduct
[240]  until they are shaken up

Lilith puts an arm around Emzara

EMZARA [241-284] [E48] [L230] [M6]
A fixed dwelling place...
Fortunately, we didn't have one
When the Flood came
we were on the right side

of the mountains
But our relatives
and friends were not
God spared us, said Noah

He went to look
[250]  There was nothing to see
only water, he said
Were there corpses floating? we asked

He shrugged his shoulders
Not that I saw, he said
Shem didn't want to believe that
He fantasised about it

Later, when he had children
he told them his own version
when they went to bed
[260]  and he turned it into a fairy tale

We didn't have a fixed dwelling place
he said, except for that one year
when the Flood came
then we did

in a very big boat
that Grandpa had built
to save us, and
there were pens for all the animals

Then we had a very different life
[270]  inside that big boat, well
customs, habits...
We would have been stiff

with boredom if we hadn't
been so busy
feeding the animals
and keeping the pens clean

That is how he told it all
That there was absolutely nothing to see
outside - only water, water everywhere
[280]  Paradise had drowned too

Emzara pauses for a moment

Lilith, you know that
you were in paradise
What was it like there?
Where was it?

LILITH [285-296] [L242] [E48] [M6]
That was when we were young
and thought of each other all the time
When we still lived carefree
Without worries about the future

of our child
[290]  It was not a special place
only: a fertile place
It was a way of life

Being together
Enjoying together
Harmony
Peace

EMZARA [297-469] [E221] [L242] [M6]
We Nomads
see paradise primarily as
a life in peace
[300]  in a land without enemies

A free land, spacious
with grassy meadows
and nut and fruit trees
I know three paradises

One in the north:
Between the Two Rivers
One in the south:
the River Delta

And one in the middle:
[310]  here, where we are
the Lowlands
which were cursed

but still: a paradise, ultimately
our country, unfortunately cursed
by ourselves - you couldn't imagine
anything more absurd!

Of course it was wrong
What am I saying! Dead!
I wanted to be dead!
[320]  My own son, no less!

Like a snake, he slipped
into the inner tent, pulled me
along to the bed
and wriggled out of his skin

Excited, he tugged
at my clothes, forced me
to undress and looked
at me furiously

to silence me
[330]  Besides, no one was home
and I didn't dare
tell my husband

Women are cast out for less
and I couldn't do it
I was nothing anymore, dead
I wanted to be dead

Where did I get the energy
to get up and wash myself
make dinner
[340]  and pretend

that nothing was wrong
and it was over
and that he wouldn't come back?
If only he had...

Eventually, it ended
His brothers caught him
and told their father
Who did nothing

Not even when
[350]  I turned out to be pregnant
All those months of tension
Growing anger in his belly

The baby had the same face
and the same build as Ham
What certainty could that provide
regarding paternity?

But to Noah it was clear
He raged, shouted
savage sounds
[360]  so as not to curse

but he did put a curse!
Well considered, at the table -
the men and I in a circle
and the baby on my lap

He ignored Ham
and struck him at his worst
by pointing to the little one
and saying very calmly:

Canaan and all his descendants
[370]  will serve the others
the nations of Shem and Japheth
It was a punishment from God

What else could he do?
His honour had been tarnished
and he was old, not as hard
as during the Flood

The way Shem told it
it could have happened
That he stood on the deck
[380]  and turned a deaf ear

to his brothers and sisters
and to his niece who herself
immersed her little baby
in the rising water

which was up to her lips
The cattle and the birds
had already drowned
It was a punishment from God

We were inside the boat
[390]  hearing water bubbling
from time to time, last breaths
Of people we know

Grandma's parents were too old
to come to us, Shem told
and he turned it into a scary
story, with that niece

and with my little sisters
My sweet little sisters,...
who in Shem's imagination
[400]  were standing on the bank, calling out

to be allowed to come with us
But, you shouldn't talk about that
with Mama and the aunts
Shem assured them: you understand

they lost their whole family
That is a sensitive subject
you shouldn't make them sad about it
They really couldn't come along!

Grandpa had to be tough
[410]  It was impossible to save everyone
The boat wasn't that big, after all
And with whom should he draw the line?

Besides, it wasn't his idea
It had to be that way because of God
It was Him who wanted to start over
A new world, as it were

For the children, it was real, even
though Shem told it very light-heartedly
As curious occurrences
[420]  which you observe

from a distance, somewhat
like I think God
views people
with wonder

Short speaking break

Well, Shem' story is not entirely successful because the way he presented it
God's plan failed

There was no new beginning, no clean slate
The eight of us remained who we were and our children were not as pious as Noah and I
If only that with Ham hadn't happened...

Short speaking break

The curse was, of course, passed on
to the children of Shem and Japheth
And they considered themselves good people

To spare me, Grandma, and my decency
they beat around the bush
about what exactly had happened
In their story, they limited

the shame to seeing
Noah's nakedness
and it's a disgrace
they placed the blame for it on him!

As if it is touching
that he, the great
father of mankind
would have been drinking!

Besides, he has never
been a farmer
with a vineyard!
But children believe everything

And with this story
Shem and Japheth made themselves
better people
than their pious father

All lies!
For my own good too
they said, yes, if you are the kind of man
for whom women are temptresses

In the best families
rape does not occur
and if it does happen
the woman must be guilty

Guilty, even if she is your mother
And now I sit here, outside the city
in the land of Canaan
my youngest son

Jerusalem, city of peace
MIRJAM schudt haar haren naar achteren [M7] [L242] [E221]
[470]  Jeruzalem, Jeruzalem...

EMZARA [471-473] [E204] [L242] [M7]
...it is called, oh, may that
not bring war! For
you cannot undo a curse...

LILITH [474-477] [L246] [E224] [M7]
Actually, it is possible. A little
For the god of Noah issued then, yes
even then, his Fifth Commandment:
Thou shalt not murder!

MIRYAM [478-481] [M11] [L246] [E224]
Perhaps Noah wanted
to protect Canaan
[480]  from excessive oppression
by the others

REBECCA [482-521] [R40] [L246] [E224] [M11]
Jerusalem, Jerusalem...
is not a city of peace
but a cruel rock
It is Hell!

Down there, in the gorge of the Valley
of Hinnom, there is the gate to Hell!
Between all those ancient tombs -
close to the underworld

[490]  Here the kings Ahaz and Manasseh
came to make a sacrifice
when they went to wage
their umpteenth war

They offered sacrifices to the heavenly King
so that He would grant them victory
as earthly kings
In full regalia they came to monitor

the construction of the long trench
and its filling with dry branches
[500]  which were set ablaze along the entire line
just before the ceremony

Parents had designated one
of their children, a son or a daughter
to endure the ordeal and run
through the trench from beginning to end

The kings had to
set the example, had to
designate one of their sons
even though they knew the outcome

[510]  The participants burned alive
and their blood flowed away
into the chasm, into the underworld
Burning dead, that is Hell

The prophets made accuses
but it took centuries
for the valley to become a garbage dump
to prevent the sacrifices

And even then, the corpses
of criminals were dumped
[520]  on the refuse and set on fire
Burning dead, that is Hell

LILITH [522-537] [L262] [E224] [R40] [M11]
The Fifth Commandment does not work
And God apparently acquiesces to that
People just have to
figure it out themselves

There is something about men
that they so easily lose their minds
their ordinary, common sense
and start fighting

[530]  And then they do not listen
to nuances and explanations
Then they deny the facts
that do not suit them

They twist around them petty
and proudly; they are not as
wise as their mother, their sisters
their wife and their daughters

EMZARA [538-541] [E228] [L262] [R40] [M11]
Why do so many men think
they have to be tough?
[540]  And we must be honourable
and fruitful

Miryam comes to stand beside them

REBECCA [542-545] [R44] [L262] [E228] [M11]
As long as we have sons!
That is what matters!
And of course, they want
to be satisfied too...

LILITH [546] [L263] [E228] [R44] [M11]
And then they can be quite sweet

MIRYAM to Emzara [547-554] [M19] [L263] [E228] [R44]
You were fruitful
You had three sons
Noah could be satisfied
[550]  You say that he was a harsh man

But in bed, what was he like?
Relaxed, softer, attentive?
Sweet?
Did you have fun?

EMZARA [555-558] [E232] [L263] [R44] [M19]
I don't remember very well anymore
It is over, something from the past
It was all about him
I adapted

LILITH [559] [L264] [E232] [R44] [M19]
And you, Miryam, how was it for you?

MIRYAM smiles [560-571] [M31] [L264] [E232] [R44]
[560]  I didn't have a man, nor did I need one
My brothers took care of the men
I handled the women's affairs
I didn't always like it

but we also had a lot of fun
You know how it is, in the women's tent
And during the afternoon rest, you can
make it as pleasant as you wish

We did
Some of us
[570]  My best friends
No, I really didn't need a man in bed!

REBECCA [572-579] [R52] [L264] [E232] [M31]
I thought Abram was old, and
not particularly sweet, so I naturally
thought of one of the young men
in our group

There were handsome boys...
In real life, of course, I avoided them
I know about their fantasies
regarding women; they stare at you

EMZARA [580-591] [E244] [L264] [R52] [M31]
[580]  Exactly! When I was busy outside
the tent, and the men were at home
they aimed at seeing me
The more attractive a woman is

the longer they stare
And you can't dress for it
In the wind, clothes always
fold according to your body

They look, and they don't care
that we see it!
[590]  They look, as if they are the wind
and are touching our skin

REBECCA [592-595] [R56] [L264] [E244] [M31]
Al jong leerde ik om dwars te zijn
Chagrijnig. Alleen bij jonge mannen!
Moeilijk doen en brutaal zijn
Dat voorkomt handtastelijkheden

EMZARA [596-599] [E248] [L264] [R56] [M31]
Thuis kun je dat niet!
Het ging Cham ook niet om mij
Hij had een droomvrouw in gedachten
Ja, dan kun je het met iedereen doen

LILITH [580-583] [L268] [E228] [R56] [M31]
[600]  Het gaf Adam een goed gevoel
als ik ervan genoot, en dat lukte
me beter door er wat romantiek
bij te fantaseren

EMZARA []
297 LILITH []
305 EMZARA []
309 REBECCA
329 LILITH []
393 REBECCA
397 LILITH []
401 REBECCA
417 LILITH []
421 REBECCA
437 LILITH []
465 REBECCA
469 LILITH []
477 REBECCA
478 EMZARA []
482 MIRIAM []

490 LILITH []
498 MIRIAM []

499 LILITH []
519 EMZARA []
523
MIRIAM []

539 EMZARA []
555
LILITH []
559 MIRIAM []

563 LILITH []
591 MIRIAM []

595 XX LILITH []
647 EMZARA []
651 MIRIAM []
663 EMZARA []
675 REBECCA []
679 LILITH []
687 REBECCA []
691 MIRIAM []
695 Het was een onzeker leven

Premise

Stories distort the events.

Synopsis

Summary

Years

A conversation about Adam, Noah, Abraham, and Moses. Through stories about our ancestors, we pass on from generation to generation that we are special compared to others. Four women who were there tell about their real lives.

Poem V0101
Amsterdam, 2026-08-31
Collection: The Twists of the Serpent
 

Zywa Save the Sources

Stories are fluid:
interwoven streams
in the primeval
Ocean of Stories

all colour, and ranging
from boiling hot to icy cold
They mingle, renew themselves
and beget new stories

But the water spirits are becoming
overworked! Everywhere you find
mutilated stories in the smut
and confused, and rotting stories

There is a proliferation
of polluted stories
and on the horizon
the oldest stories languish

while in the darkness
the persecuted, banished
and silenced stories
shrivel up in loneliness

Poem 6063
Amsterdam, 2026-06-22
Haroun and The Sea of Stories (Salman Rushdie) - 1990
Fairy tale, chapters 4 - 9
Collection: Sludge
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

There is little news,

we have a toast and repeat --


our favourite tales.


Er is weinig nieuws,Nichts Neues, zum Wohl!
we proosten en herhalen --Lustig wiederholen wir --

onze verhalen.Lieblingsgeschichten.

Poem H4897
Amsterdam, 2024-09-05
Collection: Local traffic
 

Human babies are

infected from birth, with the --


story parasite.


Mensen besmettenMenschen verseuchen
hun baby's meteen met de --ihre Babys sofort mit --

verhaalparasiet.ihren Geschichten.

Poem H4562
Amsterdam, 2024-03-18
Two Years Eight Months & Twenty-Eight Nights (Salman Rushdie) - 2015
Novel "Two Years Eight Months & Twenty-Eight Nights" (which is 1001 nights), chapter 4 "The Strangenessses"
Collection: Wind
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

Let us tell stories,

because then words become worlds --


to be discovered.


Vertel verhalen:Erzähl Geschichten:
woorden worden werelden --Worte werden zu Welten --

om te ontdekken.die wir entdecken.

Poem H3602
Amsterdam, 2022-12-05
Words become Worlds (Ellen van Wolde) - 1994
Study, page ix
Collection: No wonder
Tribute to: Van Wolde, Ellen 
 

Zywa Dream big

Everything is a continuation
of days gone by
which we can dream
as a hold in our lives

Boulders and push moraines
eternal snow, powerful rivers
migrating birds and giants of the forest
the earth born from stars

     It is so much larger
     than the tiny dream worlds
     that divert our attention
     as a hoped hold in our lives

     But the stories of arts
     science and politics
     that divide us into differences
     are too small to unite us

Poem 4829
Amsterdam, 2022-11-21
Dreamtime
Collection: Secrets & Believers
 

Zywa But what do they know about it?

They recorded four hundred
shekels of silver
Our grave was precious
even before we were buried

Because we are important
in the stories of our nations
But what do they know about it?

They conceal my daughters
call my sons by the name
of the countries around us

everything under the sky
they give a place
as if they were God

but their bones become brittle as well
dust like we in this cave
my wives and children

except the first one, my most loved
His ashes blew away
there on that mountain

Poem 2936
Amsterdam, 2020-04-18
Abraham about his wives and his descendants
Collection: A Home
 

Zywa Back and forward

Stories are too good
to be true, constructions
that seduce me

to present my life
as an interesting entanglement
if you pay attention to the details

Love stories are too good
to be true, constructions
that seduce me

to present my relationship
as a special love affair
with which I comfort myself

With big and little stories I look
over the everyday
back and forward

I mix the images
to understand my life
and to learn to accept it

Poem 2503
Amsterdam, 2019-11-08
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
 

My story is nice,

but the reality is --


vague and threatening.


Mijn verhaal is mooi,Meine Geschichte,
maar de werkelijkheid is --aber die Wirklichkeit ist --

vaag en bedreigend.vage und drohend.

Poem S0799
Amsterdam, 2018-09-27
A happy smile (Andreas Burnier) - 1965
Novel "Een tevreden lach", chapter 'De muzikant' (The musician)
Collection: Appearances
Tribute to: Burnier, Andreas 
 

Overgrowing graves,

overbridging time: ivy --


of all the stories.


Over de graven,Über die Gräber,
over de tijd heen: klimop --über die Zeit: der Efeu --

van de verhalen.aller Geschichten.

Poem H1001
Amsterdam, 2014-06-28
Poem "Epigram" (1999, Frank Koenegracht, collection "Alles valt")
Collection: A Home
Tribute to: Koenegracht, Frank 
 

People just repeat

the stories from their childhood --


the children's stories.


Mensen herhalenMenschen sagen nach
de verhalen uit hun jeugd --was ihnen erzählt wurde --

kinderverhalen.Kindergeschichten.

Poem H0394
Amsterdam, 2012-11-30
Collection: The King
 

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