Uitbreken

• A3 potloodtekening

"Belvedere
I know those are woods, rivers,
meadows, villages, and that
I love them, I know it.

But more and more as now, as
a bird loves its nest:

not for ever. I see your withered
fingers on the rail, the small, grey
feathers fluttering at your temples,
the crowsfeet near your eyes,

dear one, do you see how still and far
that world is now, how only
the shadows of the clouds are moving,

do you feel how the wind is all
you feel. A time is coming - when we’ll
be birds again, as once we were,

in the days before we were."

Rutger Kopland