Guido VermeulenBlack silhouetteI’m drowning in the dark abyss of that black mirrorJan 13, 2017Jan 13, 2017
Guido VermeulenIt’s called Habanita de MolinardWhen I was a young boy, no older than 7 years of age, my parents would sometimes go out together. Like most couples do. My mom would put us…May 24, 2016May 24, 2016
Guido VermeulenMy hands are getting old.I also know that They have never looked As handsome as They really are.Jan 14, 2016Jan 14, 2016
Guido VermeulenDate with a cityVibrerende straten tot laat in de avond gevuld met blablabla en winkeltassen. Hoge hakken klikken alsof je stoort in een ritmisch…Nov 15, 2015Nov 15, 2015
Guido VermeulenLaat meLaat gaan herinneringen aan mooie dagen gevuld met vrienden, gelach en zoet gemoed.Nov 10, 2015Nov 10, 2015
Guido VermeulenDavidoff’s will-0-wispI described myself as a short, fat, chain smoking gay guy with an addiction to fudge and fries. I was a youngling, awkwardly, amongst big…Feb 10, 2015Feb 10, 2015
Guido VermeulenMake me speakMake me wonder What to say For I have no intention Here to stayJan 7, 2015Jan 7, 2015
Guido VermeulenBreed marcheren en een peuk vastgeklemd De mousse in z’n haren moet nog drogen Zijn hoofd hangt…Ik heb hem nooit verteld dat Ik ons vader in hem zag schuilen. Grote handen beschermen geheime woorden voor wie hij lief had.Dec 5, 2014Dec 5, 2014
Guido VermeulenDULLABYI need a lullaby that takes me to bed and dreams the nightmares away dreams me happy and is here to stay.Dec 1, 2014Dec 1, 2014