Mooi
De avond was wondermooi.
Tom Waits zong op de achtergrond.
And those were the days of roses,
poetry and prose and Martha
all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
we’d packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
Voel me als God na de schepping.
“En hij zag dat het goed was”.
Meer woorden hoeven niet.
