Happy hour

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Happy hour

I am such a lousy student. I am famous, by it.

People, who say, a man does not judge, judge

immediately by condemning that I cannot say

a word, but accepting a distance, after disappointment.

It is a triple mirror.

The reality has been a great result in the way

people do not talk but give projections and suggestions.

You have those simple explanations by maths.

Then, it gets weirder. Fear, all over.

But I had to be sure, my government understands

I am continually holding back, any swimming pool diving.

Well, hey nope, I would say, who cares anyway.

I take an airplane, and will not return, ever again.

Florida, West Palm Beach, USA.

And other cities, at first by nice energy, later

all over the world, in another kind of translating fear.

I knew it directly, my neighbour lives, there.

Right or left. Left and right.

I’ve been living, here in this place, for longer

than five years. But I am eating Chinese food

since twelve years, and longer.

You have to be sure, nowadays.

I did not need a second when I saw

you all standing there, age 16 and 17 years

at Friday afternoon. It is cheaper, I know,

don’t I.

Australia has some special gift shops, of jewelry,

and in the New World, diamonds are the best friend

but I cycle a long way now, took the last corner towards

my home village with the Sun on my back!

When I got Home, I remembered

my parents asked me to bring apple pie.

Cream melts in your mouth, slowly, a minute.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

May 24, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9246997-in-the-future-you-ll-only-be-able-to-participate-by

© 2019 Petra Hermans

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Photograph II : Rise on a Sunday morning in the same light of another village

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