L'un de mes endroits préférés pour sortir était le Dancers, un club situé à l'intersection des rues Harrison et Second. C'était un espace sombre où des lumières colorées clignotaient au rythme d'un battement industriel constant, créant une atmosphère de sensualité incontournable, avec des gens qui dansaient sur le comptoir du bar. J'avais maladroitement demandé à plusieurs jeunes femmes de danser avec moi, mais à chaque fois, elles avaient refusé. Juste au moment où le découragement s'installait, j'ai repéré une femme séduisante près de la piste de danse, appuyée contre un pilier, de longs cheveux bouclés cascadant sur ses épaules nues, et ses grands yeux marron encadrés par des sourcils épais et parfaitement soignés. En m'approchant d'elle, je me préparais à un autre refus, car elle aussi risquait de décliner ma demande. Je lui ai donc posé la question cliché : « Tu viens souvent ici ? » À ma grande surprise, cela a engagé la conversation. Et il s...
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The History and Themes Behind the Satire
This satirical poem draws inspiration from the dramatic events surrounding Dutch politics, specifically mirroring the tension and sudden tragedy of historical political assassinations. By using a fairy-tale motif ("Mirror Mirror" and "The Neverlands"), the poem provides a biting commentary on the relationship between systemic corruption, the monarchy, and political silencing.
"Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who is the most popular of them all"
"Professor Pim" the mirror said
The man the Queen wanted dead
The man the Queen wanted dead
The Queen hated Professor Pim
For he had called her son dumb and dim
For he had called her son dumb and dim
With only a few days away
Professor Pim would have a say
Professor Pim would have a say
The Queen's ministers had warned her
The election was around the corner
If Professor Pim would become the Prime Minister of the Neverlands
He would hold her future in his hands
Without a poison apple around
A useful idiot had to be found
The Queen's men found such a man
And quickly drew up a plan
Pim was ambushed in a parking lot
. . . shot shot shot . . .
Professor Pim was no more . . .
And the Queen found a new man to adore
She named her favorite horse after him
The man who had murdered Pim
No politician thereafter made fun of the crown
Because they all wanted to stick around
And that's why they call it the Neverlands
Because the people never know their plans
The election was around the corner
If Professor Pim would become the Prime Minister of the Neverlands
He would hold her future in his hands
Without a poison apple around
A useful idiot had to be found
The Queen's men found such a man
And quickly drew up a plan
Pim was ambushed in a parking lot
. . . shot shot shot . . .
Professor Pim was no more . . .
And the Queen found a new man to adore
She named her favorite horse after him
The man who had murdered Pim
No politician thereafter made fun of the crown
Because they all wanted to stick around
And that's why they call it the Neverlands
Because the people never know their plans