#jeroen

wore your lingerie like elegance

posed in the mirror as you would with him

a gasp let out of your painted lips

a vicious smile looking back at you

as if you have control

running out of your apartment

you listened to lana

romanticising the world to forget about the other boy

you see him.

"hes not you but hes here and you arent" you remembered. it was written on a melancholic grey wall with a blunt black marker. you looked at these words everyday on your way to school. you felt connected to them, even though you had never ached for anybody yet.

his hands in his jacket, he awkwardly showed you the way, you thought his manners are lovely

he dinned with you and threw promises at you, you struggled to believe

but he was so kind

not a touch, you thought, a sweet man

you went back home with questions ringing in your ear

a maybe echoed, one that you didnt really believe

you carved a smile on your face,

wore your lingerie like elegance

posed in the mirror as you would with him

a gasp let out of your painted lips

a vicious smile looking back at you

as if you have control

you cook with him and he makes jokes

he sweetenes your anxieties, not with the glasses of wine he offered you but with his kindness. he called you beautiful and you, believed

you took him by his collar and showed him

how hopeless you are for him

he holds you tight, so tight, so tight

whispers words of love in your ear

you shiver

you relive the gasp, more lively now than ever.

he holds you tight, so tight. he said hes so lucky to have found you.

you look at the mirror

a sweet smile reflecting your heart, grown

you wear your lipstick and listen to lana on your bike, on the way to him

to remember him

you smile at him again, hes sweetly smiling back at you

he takes you home, holds your hand on the way

you feel like youre living in a dream

words like honey running out of his mouth, he holds you, whispers words of love to your ear

you hold him back, you called him handsome

maybe in that word your ache for love echoed

maybe thats what repulsed him

you relive the gasp, more lively now than ever.

on your way back you listen to lana

to remember this boy

your heart has flourished

you dont care about strangers anymore

you ignore beautiful smiles, simply as theyre not his

as time passes your heart grown, feels worn off. youve been waiting by the phone and you forgot to eat

you rethink all of your steps, remember all your clumsy movements

you look in your mirror again, looking for what he saw

at your reflection, a worried shimmer behind your mascara

you rush out of your apartment,

to prove yourself wrong

you play lana, to cover the voices

you see him, he sees you

thats all,

he doesnt hold your hand,

maybe hes tired

you're waking up

a slightly painful gasp is the strongest of all

he too gasps again and turns over

his back a wall you can't surpass

you ache for the honey but the honey doesnt reach you

you touch his shoulder and your hand freezes

you wait for sleep to calm you, but you know

only he can

on your last trip home you listened to lana to feel the pain, to cherish the drops of honey left

you called him and he told you,

he doesnt see a future,

the surrealism of his promises made sense now

lies, unlike a hopeful truth, can so easily slip from mans mouth

days and weeks pass and you accept the cold

you finally woke up

you look at the mirror

a bare, lovely figure, empty

a heart dried out

you carved a smile on your face,

snatched your waist

wore your heels higher

when you were told about the girl,

who gasped in her lovers car

who was abandoned, used and dressless, somewhere on some route you dont know about,

humiliated, alone and with a heart of stone

you always imagined her pretty

but for you, it was always about the mirror, your broken reflection

you have been everyone, but its never enough for you, if youre alone

you have everything, but its never enough for you, as you are alone

you carved a smile on your face,

wore your lingerie like elegance

posed in the mirror as you would with him

a gasp let out of your painted lips

a vicious smile looking back at you

as if you have control

running out of your apartment

you listened to lana

romanticising the world to forget about the boy

you see him. a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. his eyebrow slightly raised as he winks at you. hes not you, but hes here and you aren't

at least short stories dont hold the power to weight your heart for too long

but the thought that once upon a time you were loveable does.

before the lipstick, before the heels, before the late night dances, before the hopelessness

Jeroen (Jeroen Krabbé) prepara un espectáculo de danza, pero no sabe cómo comunicar a sus bailarines los pasos necesarios para lograr su objetivo artístico. Una noticia inesperada lo devuelve al sitio donde se refugió en 1944 para salvarlo, junto a otros niños, del peligro de un ataque aéreo de los nazis en su Amsterdam natal.

Sus días allí deambulan entre las misas, la escuela, más misas, los trabajos campestres, la oración antes de comer y alguna que otra travesura fruto de la edad y de la hormonas. Dos sucesos sacuden su existencia: el descubrimiento de su sexualidad adquirido al contemplar la desnudez de un amigo y el nacimiento del primer amor, encarnado en Walt (Andrew Kelley), un soldado canadiense que, finalizada ya la Segunda Guerra Mundial, visita el pueblo neerlandés que ayudó a liberar y acepta la amistad de ese niño (Maarten Smit interpreta al pequeño Jeroen) que devendrá en una profundidad inesperada.

Aquí es donde comienza lo polémico de esta película, dirigida por  Roeland Kerbosch y basada en el libro autobiográfico del aclamado bailarín neerlandés Rudi van Dantzig (1933-2012). No tanto en el despertar sexual de un niño (nunca se menciona su edad, pero es fácil deducir que tiene once años) o en el enamoramiento de una persona adulta como el en hecho de que, a pesar de ciertos y obvios factores, sea correspondido. En otras palabras, si hay un límite entre el amor bien entendido o una relación prohibida entre un niño y un adulto.

Algo que puedes discernir aquí:

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Jeetje jongens! Het was natuurlijk wel te verwachten dat Jeroen de bijzondere taak op zich had genomen als mol in dit toch wel geweldige jubileumseizoen. Ik weet niet hoe het met jullie zit maar ik heb mij zo vermaakt tijdens het zien van alle molacties en hoe Nikkie hem dan toch gespot had tijdens de “achter je rug” opdracht. Een waardige mol bij een super jubileumseizoen.

Ik hoop dat jullie het weer leuk hebben gevonden deze blog te lezen en dat het wellicht geholpen heeft met het ontmaskeren van jullie mol! Wij hebben nu alweer zin in het nieuwe seizoen en werd enorm blij toen ik las dat het toch door kon gaan. Dat had ik hier nog niet gepost, want ik was me aan het focussen op het nieuwe seizoen. Maar mocht je het nog niet gezien hebben: 

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En de eerste spoiler over dit nieuwe seizoen is al bekend! Namelijk het land waar het zich afspeelt. Wil je dit niet lezen klik dan niet op: Lees verder. In dat geval tot volgend seizoen (nog maar ~2 maanden!! (als het goed is)).