| I screen my day book | |
| from his anger, yet it is -- | |
| already on fire. | |
| Ik scherm mijn dagboek | Ich beschütze mein |
| af tegen zijn boosheid, maar -- | Tagebuch vor seinem Zorn -- |
| het staat al in brand. | doch es brennt bereits. |
Amsterdam, 2025-08-20
Holding one's hand protectively (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "De hand beschuttend houden", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part IX [Marriage]), and in "Diary 1970-1971" (2011) - July 18th, 1971, Bologna (about a work of art by Gerda: a tower)
Collection: Lookout
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida
| Calling her names does | |
| not hurt, because the girl stands -- | |
| there and looks at us. | |
| Ons gescheld doet haar | Das Schimpfen tut ihr |
| geen pijn, want het meisje staat -- | nicht weh, denn das Mädchen steht -- |
| ons aan te kijken. | da und sieht uns an. |
Amsterdam, 2025-04-10
The darkness that separates us (Renate Dorrestein) - 2003
Novel "Het duister dat ons scheidt", part 1, 'Zes' ('Six' years old), chapter 'H is de hel' ('H is hell') [and part 3, 'Eighteen', chapter 'U is Uig']
Collection: Lookout
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate
| The words she spits out | |
| rip open everyone's skin -- | |
| like a vast, barbed net. | |
| Haar woorden trekken | Ihre Unwörter |
| ieders huid open, als een -- | reißen jedem die Haut auf -- |
| net vol weerhaken. | wie ein Stachelnetz. |
Amsterdam, 2023-12-26
Midnight's Children (Salman Rushdie) - 1981
Novel, chapter 2-6 "My tenth birthday"
Collection: Shadows
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman
