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Armando
HOLY
Blessed, he said.Called himself a saint from the mainland,
I give you a conscience and the genesis,
I bring you a message
through the windpipe of wisdom.
He said that seven was a number,
a number that could talk,
he spoke of the roads to efficiency,
though by common consent no one listened.
© Translation: 2011, Susan Massotty
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2011
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2011
HEILIG
HEILIG
Gezegend, zei hij.Noemde zich een heilige van het vasteland,
ik geef u een geweten en de oorsprong,
ik breng u een boodschap
door de luchtpijp van de wijsheid.
Hij zei dat zeven een getal was,
een getal dat praten kon,
hij sprak van de paden der doelmatgheid,
maar volgens afspraak heeft men niet geluisterd.
© 2009, Armando
From: Gedichten 2009
Publisher: Uitgeverij Augustus, Amsterdam-Antwerpen
From: Gedichten 2009
Publisher: Uitgeverij Augustus, Amsterdam-Antwerpen
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HOLY
Blessed, he said.Called himself a saint from the mainland,
I give you a conscience and the genesis,
I bring you a message
through the windpipe of wisdom.
He said that seven was a number,
a number that could talk,
he spoke of the roads to efficiency,
though by common consent no one listened.
© 2011, Susan Massotty
From: Gedichten 2009
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW, Amsterdam-Antwerpen
From: Gedichten 2009
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW, Amsterdam-Antwerpen
HOLY
Blessed, he said.Called himself a saint from the mainland,
I give you a conscience and the genesis,
I bring you a message
through the windpipe of wisdom.
He said that seven was a number,
a number that could talk,
he spoke of the roads to efficiency,
though by common consent no one listened.
© 2011, Susan Massotty
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
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