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Nyk de Vries
IN THE ALPS
The worst is always overshadowed by something even worse. After her leg got run over, we never heard another word from Hansje about her cold sores. But whinging ran in the family and, pushing her along the Alpine paths, I saw her hand creeping back up to her mouth. Quick as lightning, I leapt forward and before I knew it we were kissing each other, more passionately than I had ever kissed anyone before. A special moment, there in the Alps, even if, unfortunately, it came to nothing. In that very instant Jesus returned to Earth.
© Translation: 2010, David Colmer
IN DE ALPEN
IN DE ALPEN
Het ergste wordt altijd overschaduwd door iets wat nog weer erger is. Nadat haar been was overreden, hoorden we Hansje nooit meer over haar koortslip. Maar het gezeur zat in de familie en toen ik haar in de Alpen over de paden reed, zag ik haar hand toch weer richting mond gaan. Vliegensvlug dook ik naar voren en voor ik het wist kusten we elkaar, zo hevig als ik nooit eerder iemand had gekust. Een bijzonder moment, daar in die Alpen, al werd het helaas verknald. Juist op dat ogenblik keerde Jezus Christus terug op aarde.
© 2010, Nyk de Vries
Publisher: Poetry International,
Publisher: Poetry International,
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IN THE ALPS
The worst is always overshadowed by something even worse. After her leg got run over, we never heard another word from Hansje about her cold sores. But whinging ran in the family and, pushing her along the Alpine paths, I saw her hand creeping back up to her mouth. Quick as lightning, I leapt forward and before I knew it we were kissing each other, more passionately than I had ever kissed anyone before. A special moment, there in the Alps, even if, unfortunately, it came to nothing. In that very instant Jesus returned to Earth.
© 2010, David Colmer
IN THE ALPS
The worst is always overshadowed by something even worse. After her leg got run over, we never heard another word from Hansje about her cold sores. But whinging ran in the family and, pushing her along the Alpine paths, I saw her hand creeping back up to her mouth. Quick as lightning, I leapt forward and before I knew it we were kissing each other, more passionately than I had ever kissed anyone before. A special moment, there in the Alps, even if, unfortunately, it came to nothing. In that very instant Jesus returned to Earth.
© 2010, David Colmer
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