Caris
Hermes

These Eyes started out as a poem Frederike wrote about two and a half years ago. She was sitting in the park near the ArtEZ Conservatory in Enschede with Julian. It was one of those first spring days, the first day of the year where you could be outside without a winter coat. We were talking and enjoying those long awaited warm sun-rays, when Frederike suddenly felt something touching my knee. She looked down, and there was a little boy. She estimated him about 3 years old. He was looking at her, with his little hand on my knee. Smilingly Frederike said, ‘Hi, who are you?’, but he didn’t answer. His eyes were big and brown and serious in a remarkably mature way. Frederike looked around to see if she could detect his parents. They sat a little further along the bench. They were sitting on smoking a joint, seemingly not worrying too much about the whereabouts of their child. Frederike looked back into the child’s eyes, who was still uninterruptedly staring at me. In his eyes, Frederike saw so much innocence, understanding and wisdom. Time stood still for a while.