Full circle. Two years since Carmen and Adrianne and I sat on the slope mid-hill, bright jeans, uncut hair, youth. And then, and then: the stoned roses; morning star, durbanville; one more cup of coffee, young Bandits, vodka passionfruit, "mwjas die lied in my hart is 'n swanesang"; and onwards and onwards another year and another year, lessons learned and the wheels keep turning. [For Carmen and Adrianne]
'n oomblik is die wêreld werd maar net die eerste een 'n dier bly 'n dier gaan slaap jy sal beter raak as jy aan die slaap kan raak 'n dier bly 'n dier ek dink aan jou as dit reën hierdie vier mure maak my naar is jy siek of sit jy aan? die lied in my hart is 'n swane sang.
[For Tecla] Adventures, avontoers, people met along the way, a million stories, new words, new sayings, new songs, new places, new friends, new barmen. And so begins another year, a new year, even the odds, dance and dream in the golden midnight light.
January, Kirstenbosch. Sweet (sweet, sweet) rosé in the sun/shade, then in front of the rolling crowd, watching the sunlight moving across the stage, Tecla holding her phone up so Chris could hear the music while he served drinks at an almost empty Shack. De Wet, here's so you can see the music. Kyk Noord. Het jy hom dalk gesien? Hy's n paar jaar jonger en sy haar is korter..
En oor en oor 'n monoloog in stereo op 'n mooi dag soos vandag ek wonder soms soms wonder ek die son skyn gelukkig gelukkig skyn die son.
