This year I am also making the collection Amstelveense Jeugd. And what beautiful poems have been written again!!!
Really not normal anymore.
You see them walking. Black coats. Gesticulating wildly. Tough and at full speed acting as the walking question mark.
But then you read those poems. It gives me a boost full of hope. Because apparently the youth has a beautiful emotional life, which can also be beautifully expressed. This one by Dario is infinitely beautiful I think:
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The bus shelter knows me.
Better than my parents,
better than my buddies.
The bus passes by.
In an attempt to escape
to my loss.
PS: Acting like a walking question mark at full speed is a quote from Extince.