mourning's child

Around the year 2000, I didn't know I was at the end of one life and at the starters of another. Moving from the centre of the city of Ghent, where I frequented a lot of friends who had been with me for some time, I was to move to an outskirt of the city where I would make a lot of new friends. With this came a change of lifestyle, as I moved into my free-loving free-smoking and all-about-music hippie self. These are the poems I wrote during that revolving door moment, now some 20 years ago.