31 januari 2021: 7

Heerlijke dag. Ik voel me iets beter dan die 7, maar dat komt omdat ik veel dingen gedaan heb. Kooien schoongemaakt. Vuilniszakken weggebracht. Maar mijn oorspronkelijke gevoel, hoe raar dat wellicht ook klinkt, is een 7 en dat is wat ik wil weten. Dan ben ik nu ook nog eens heerlijke lp’s aan het luisteren en dat maakt het nog beter. Maar nogmaals, het gaat om de basis. Dat is waar ik zicht op wil hebben.

Het is zalig om weer op vinyl naar allerlei muziek te luisteren. Herinneringen. Terug naar de enige plek waar ik me goed voelde toen ik jong was. Thuis. En dan het liefst op mijn slaapkamer met muziek. Lp’s. Later cassettebandjes. Maar vooral vinyl. Wat was dat zalig. De oude muziek van mijn vader, maar ook langzaam mijn eigen muziek ontdekken. Suzanne Vega.

The soldier came knocking upon the Queen’s door
He said, “I am not fighting for you any more”
The Queen knew she’d seen his face someplace before
And slowly she let him inside

He said, “I’ve watched your palace up here on the hill
And I’ve wondered who’s the woman for whom we all kill
But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
Only first I am asking you why”

Down in the long narrow hall he was led
Into her rooms with her tapestries red
And she never once took the crown from her head
She asked him there to sit down

He said, “I see you now, and you are so very young
But I’ve seen more battles lost than I have battles won
And I’ve got this intuition, says it’s all for your fun
And now will you tell me why?”

The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye
She said, “You won’t understand, and you may as well not try”
But her face was a child’s, and he thought she would cry
But she closed herself up like a fan

And she said, “I’ve swallowed a secret burning thread
It cuts me inside, and often I’ve bled”
He laid his hand then on top of her head
And he bowed her down to the ground

“Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel
As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed
But I won’t march again on your battlefield”
And he took her to the window to see.

And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray
And she wanted more than she ever could say
But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away
And would not look at his face again

And he said, “I want to live as an honest man
To get all I deserve and to give all I can
And to love a young woman who I don’t understand
Your highness, your ways are very strange”

But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break
And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached
She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait
She would only be a moment inside

Out in the distance her order was heard
And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word
And while the Queen went on strangely in the solitude she preferred
The battle continued on

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Marion, 43 jaar, woont in Wageningen. Leeft met angst en depressie, maar maakt er iedere dag weer het beste van!

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