1.
Squeezed in life’s
small shoe,
I start smelling
of non-sense.
Drop by drop
I flow out and I water
someone else’s fields.
This time I know
I don’t want to forget,
in Van Gogh’s yellow
I paint the meadows
of my soul.
And you look at
my smeared colors
from close by,
just like an amateur,
and you say
they don’t look real at all.
2.
Study so you don’t work,
said my father.
Don’t look for perfection,
be satisfied with a compromise,
said my mother.
I am angry with you –
with a single touch of your lips,
almost innocent,
you erased all my years
of good home education.
I work uncompromisingly
to love you perfectly.