THE BLACK HERALDS A protest for the killing of George Floyd There are blows in life, so hard . . . I don’t know! Blows like the hate

633 Gedicht van de week Black in the black and in the black, black crossed by lightning. And the sea opens up and skips the whiteness up to

DAYS TO COME At a time when roads are empty and people getting out wear a surgical mask, you may see a heron dipping its feet into the

ETERNAL I dream sometimes of my father in our last call. He said, “I was waiting for you.” And I was delighted for calling in time, though it

GOD Most of the time, man steers his ship by the middle course without much difficulty, as if his experience had put it on automatic pilot of human

FROM THE HUMAN WINDOW From the human window, eyes caught sight of a quiet sky sinking in the dusk. From the human window, ears heard a sweet voice

Giacomo Manzù UNTIMELY LEAVING When a sun which knows no more dawn dies away in its own light, and the night blots out its stars, snaps the stem,

HOMAGE TO ALL THE CLEANING PERSONS, ESPECIALLY THOSE CLEANING HOSPITALS, IN THESE DAYS OF CORONAVIRUS I AM ALSO IMPORTANT When you rich guys have spent your money, and

SPIRITUAL GRAVITY An obscure symbiosis of wandering through the synapses of stars demands also to bury my soul when I die. Passing through its rough skin, I’ll embrace

THE YEARS FROM YOU TO ME Again curls your hair, when I cry. With the blue of your eyes you set the table of our love: a bed