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Uw verhaal ontspruit aan de geest van Freya Van den Bossche. Ze is psychotherapeut en schrijfster.

Freya is de auteur van het boek ‘Mijn partner, mijn kind, mijn kanker’ (Lannoo, 2008) en de verhalenbundel voor kinderen ‘Het gat in de haag’, (die Keure, 2013).
Haar tweede boek
'2 000 000 stappen naar mezelf' kwam in oktober 2013 uit bij Witsand Uitgevers.

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free story december 2016

At the doorstep of a low white limed house
in the middle of his parents fields
a young boy in short trousers,
leans back at the doorway
waiting for things to come.


We don’t see his face under the cap
but his body freezes
while he stares at a point far away.
I see him and smell the dry dirt under his feet,
along with the odor of chickenshit
and maybe a whiff of coffee
floating on mothers voice from inside


Not hot yet,
the sun is right where she belongs
for this important moment


And I hear and smell and see it all
as I stare in the face of yesterday
I followed dad every sunny day
to take post my flemish blue stone
and witness the wonder
that makes me the target at school
because
nobody there can convince me
what I see
is nature not magic
made by the man I believe.


Time is breathing
until I hear the murmur
en then! colours become an erotic statue
in the great nothingless between heaven and earth
when golden and silver drops marry rays of light

and made is the rainbow of the day


And when he walks back
on his long legs and tosses my hair with a satisfied glance
I really really believe dad is a rainbowmaker.
His job is a craft
to make human happy.


I still believe

The son of the rainbowmaker