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Eddy Van Vliet

The Walker

The walker breathes heavily. Leaving
nothing he has felt how everything remains.

Along previous years he travelled.
What was hushed, as dust
sprinkled with water, is commemorated.

In tiled landscapes he finds
everyone back, one by one.

Only: return to himself he cannot.

De Wandelaar

De Wandelaar

De wandelaar hijgt. Bij het achterlaten
van niets heeft hij ervaren hoe alles blijft.

Langs de jaren voordien ging zijn tocht.
Wat tot bedaren werd gebracht,
als met water besprenkeld stof, wordt herdacht.

In over elkaar gelegde landschappen
vindt hij één voor één iedereen terug.

Alleen: omkeren naar zichzelf kan hij niet.
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The Walker

The walker breathes heavily. Leaving
nothing he has felt how everything remains.

Along previous years he travelled.
What was hushed, as dust
sprinkled with water, is commemorated.

In tiled landscapes he finds
everyone back, one by one.

Only: return to himself he cannot.

The Walker

The walker breathes heavily. Leaving
nothing he has felt how everything remains.

Along previous years he travelled.
What was hushed, as dust
sprinkled with water, is commemorated.

In tiled landscapes he finds
everyone back, one by one.

Only: return to himself he cannot.
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