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Een greep uit de gedichtenbundel van Chantal
Not miracles are changing our self’s,
Not teachers are filling our shelfs,
Not even the priest or king’s advise
If we don’t see fit, not even rise.
Maybe once tears will show us the way
and tell us a very awkward day,
unexplainable truth to trust and to follow,
with mesmerizing signs to swallow
or a colorful feeling that comes along,
that meets us in hell, not even wrong.
Maybe we go and never come back
or maybe we turn to be back on track.
It just stays the same if miracles don’t say
what we need to hear,
right now on our way!
So listen and feel, let changes be here,
in order to go, our pretending near fear.
If my hart tells the truth, then I speak wrong,
if the moon is there, but there is no song,
moments in time seems like distance is calling.
But I know I am falling and this is the pain,
that is trying to feel and to win this game.
As I feel so weak, not sure what it is,
It surely submits to the loss and the bliss.
So do I give up and walk straight away?
Just let me call it one dark sorrow day!
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Fighting sadness and fear, panic attack,
moon and sun, even stars came back.
Life we live is warm and light we see,
once forgotten and stuck, now to free
I need to keep trying,
I need to keep lying:
that is practice hiding bad feelings and trust,
focus minding this life,
I must.
I need to go from here to somewhere else.
Now I hear the journey is of more farewells.
So when I’d find a thoughtful thing to fetch,
than probably by the evening dew,
I’m sure that I will catch.
Not fish, but new ideas on road
and though I’ll have to miss the boat
with people I care less about,
I might feel lonely and abroad,
but who I love will be with me.
That’s the one I want to be!
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Het verleden leed geleden
verweet de weet in ’t heden,
dat het vergeten leed verduisterd
bij nachte zat vast gekluisterd,
met tranen van de eerste die het onheil heeft gezien,
verstoten en gehaat met stenen gefolterd sindsdien,
Indien de dood dit had betekend,
had niemand daarop gerekend,
Want het vergeten leed verduisterd,
zit bij nachte vast gekluisterd.