When I bought my shoes,
they looked so happy.
Like they were happy
to be together.
After years,
when they were dirty,
I was thinking about buying a new pair of shoes.
Then I bought a new pair of shoes.
Every time I saw the old ones in my room
they looked so sad.
Like they were sad
that I’m not using them anymore.
But when I think about it,
it is like my old shoes got too old to work,
like my grandparents
and so they went on pension.
But they are still in love.
(Von balpek)
(Berna)
Performances
DI, 18.11. | Lettrétage
Ross Sutherland & Simone Kornappel
DO, 20.11. | Lettrétage
Vincent Message & Gerhild Steinbuch
DI, 25.11. | Lettrétage
Fiston Mwanza Mujila & Jörg Albrecht
DO, 27.11. | Lettrétage
Christian Prigent & Christian Filips & Aurélie Maurin
Ross Sutherland & Simone Kornappel
DO, 20.11. | Lettrétage
Vincent Message & Gerhild Steinbuch
DI, 25.11. | Lettrétage
Fiston Mwanza Mujila & Jörg Albrecht
DO, 27.11. | Lettrétage
Christian Prigent & Christian Filips & Aurélie Maurin
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My Shoes Are Not In Love
This poem referrs to “ My Shoes Are In Love” by Ross Sutherland.
Even though my shoes
always seem to be
so romantically belonging
and
similar to each other,
I have the soft-footed
hunch,
that they desperately try
to escape
from each other,
cause every time I walk
outside the door
they cannot bear it
to be on the floor
at the same time.
And thats
what keeps me walking
and walking
and walking.
Sophia S.