I have finished my work
Of course it was not ready
but I'm going
to start something new
Bye colleagues, bye rooms
I had a dream last night
The spruces loosened lightly
from their roots, green cones
rose in the stirred up dust
They did not fly away
but tilted and stayed
hanging upside down
a row of tree corpses
Their waving branches
darken the light
Nobody knew what to do
The same as before?
Or eat something
something tasty, maybe
it will be the last time
The sky darkens
The fish do not bite
Shall we take off our clothes?
There is no time left
to get to know each other
I have finished my work
It would never be ready anyway
Poem 1832 Amsterdam, 2018-09-03 300 el x 50 el x 30 el (FC Bergman) Staging of the theatre piece, performed today in the Amsterdam Municipal Theatre Collection:Migration Keyword:New: new start Tribute to:FC Bergman