Memories.

Bullitproof smile with the moon in my pocket,

and the sun in my head.Trying to look behind the mask.

Inner visions in war with projection.

Always in my memory,respecting the individuality,

of a person that brought trouble joy or kindness.

We met in the right place at the wrong time.

Maybe I'm wrong. It was meant to be.

We've learned from eachother.Sharing all kind of things.

She was married with a dutch famous woman.

A gipsy, she said she was.

While she was building herself a nice little coffin.

In a cemeterary house, near a child's grave.

which has his history,unable to tell.

She was hard to impress. She was too busy

trying to proof herself,maybe the price of a reputation.

Music like electric salt. Loved or hated.

But I liked her,the way she was.

The kind of warmness,beaty or dignity.

Laughing and crying, or just felt comfortable.

she was seeking for balance, like we all do.

But she closed some important doors, I think.

Duality is taking over.And the media behind her back.

Trying to look for shelter. Or just some rest.

You'll always be a person I liked, no matter how rich or

how poor. How famous or unknown.

I wish you all the best and take care.

In a world , so called high society.

Where name and reputation don't mean that much to me.

I'll remember you the way you are.

Some memories I'll caress.

Again I wish you all the best.

J.S. 2005/2006 dedecated to Andrea.