Vandaag had ik samen met mijn vader een uitvoering in het theater 'De Speeldoos' te Vught. Daar zag ik een mooi gedicht op een muur staan, in het gebouw bij de trap. Ik zag de naam Hercules 1996, niet beseffend dat het om de Herculesramp, in Eindhoven, ging.

 

 

 

Hercules 1996 - 15 juli

 

 

 

 

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I Remember...
Our hands meeting
only the glass in between,
the hinged window closed, both
moved to tears and silent lips.
Tired from fighting the battle
we keep looking at each other.

I Remember...
The relief of the long
expected, hopeful freedom
gained slowly.
My face sticked to the window
then releases...our hands slip
convulsive imprints distort
the sad fluid on the window

I Remember...
Sitting down, my hands cover
my swollen teardropped face.
I close my eyes, picture you
- I left- behind standing
at the station with a begging
look full of despair.
Together with my internal conflict
of loyalty, I realise, that
I made the right decision
for a new and painless existence.

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On the road
destination unknown,
but written somewhere
unknown to me.
Experience the speed,
of the evanescence of life.
Sometimes a pause,
saving energy
for the future.
All meeting
on the endless road

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the motion
of the water
slipped beside me

the empty lake was lost
and lonely, a cold silence
floated along with
the body

nothing, sticked to the
stiffened corps,
but a few drops
on the cold flesh

touched I freed
myself from
every drop

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dat is opzich al een illusie  

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