Ze beweegt: gracieus, met de druppels mee, naakt en onomwonden sensueel.
Onderweg naar ergens maar niet hier
Mr. Blue: V
Mr. Blue wrote a message. He hadn’t meant to. He didn’t do anything wrong. He just promised, sort of, unspoken, not to do those things again. Mr. Blue wrote a message and fell, somewhat inebriated, asleep. Mr. Blue pays bills. He’s trying to sort things out. Things keep piling up. So do the bills. Wagner’s... Lees verder →
Mr. Blue: IV
Mr. Blue has been reading. He’s been reading a lot. He should have taken it in small doses, Mr. Blue cannot. He wants to know what’s happening. What’s going on.
Mr. White
Mr. White has no problems. He’s a bit annoying like that.
Winterslaap
Hoog erboven, ergens, schijnt de maan; ze laat zich het grijze welgevallen: wat kan haar het schelen wie haar al dan niet ziet staan?
Mr. Blue: III
He travels more asleep than he ever did awake. He promised to himself: when sleep comes, he’d be there.
The images I have
And there you stood naked in the kitchen while I was smoking a cigarette
Mr. Blue: II
Mr. Blue’s been lying down, a lot, he doesn’t know about that. Mr. Blue’s been living mainly inside his own head.
