1HUNDRED8
Synesthesia
In my eyes Wouter was yellow
frivolous racer
performer
hope
I always heard
Here Comes the Sun
when he rode his bike
towards future
Fact
He had the world at his feet
with more triumph
and brilliant victory
stylish style
free from fear or fall
Fate
cycling can be so beautiful
but also false
sometimes tragic
the everyday life
in a nutshell
the descent
the number 1hundred8
the fatal second
and all that
in la bella Italia
it was going to be his day
the Gods decided otherwise
Confrontation
it was immediately clear
at first sight
don’t let it be true
much too young
disbelieve
shudder
so unfair
confirmation follows
a block of lead on the head
death is never
never far away
Catharsis
want to understand
does not work
try to give it a place
doesn’t work either
humans can’t
we are too clumsy for that
thousands of years ago
Confucius once said
How do you want to understand death
you don’t even understand life
process
accept
allow the sadness
let it slowly die in your soul
resignation
cycle racing goes terribly fast
inner healing painfully slow
EDB
