Rotterdam, Holland, Dec. 18, 1976

Islands and cheese

By Vladimir Huber

Sometimes when you try to open your heart
your hands and shoulders are stiff
used to be an island
isolated from the rest

The heart tries to keep a balance with the mind
but usually the mind is stronger
used to program
because I’ve been fed like a computer

Lions, people, music playing
for some, part of a show
for others, just life passing by
in a soft way, as wished

The milk, nuts, the water and the cheese
all rolling over, helping to communicate
the gesture of love and finding
an impossible act for most, an island’s stamp

The foam is on the surface
if you dive in, you drink the real thing
it’s not easy, but to remain as an island
is selfish and also not nice, my girl