naar aanleiding van een drieluik van Callas, wat ik op een blauwe maandag heb gekocht, heb ik l'Opera geschreven
Boeddha is volgens mij voortgekomen uit enkele spirituele ervaringen.. Ik was nog jong
The
Dance in Life can take Strange Ways
A Broken Youth, A Little Girl
A Voice, to be The Perl
In Opera, beyond she was all other Fays
In
Life, her Joy to be a Tease
In Art she took her steps Alone
Found a Heart build out of Stone
Which didn't melt to give her Peace
The
Opera it was that gave her Birth
To the Tragic Story she Became
Forever, hidden behind the Golden Bars
The
Art, her Voice, the only Flirt
A Sad Boy he was, her Flame
She lived a Life of Twinkling Stars
Fire in Tha House
Some Things
can be Destroyed
Some Roads can be Frightening
Some People can be Enlightening
This is all for me to be Enjoyed
The creepy
laugh of Victory
The sleepy sight of a close-up Guide
The weepy glide of humanity on a Hide
To magic behind the Way to Be
A closed Eye
based on Trust
Can creep a Square while Punishing
The Freaky mind, a Wild Loose Animal.
This can become
a Must
To become Astonishing
With audience at a Funeral..