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Yan Jun

February 2

Three men walk at night
from the roadside to the middle of the road

From three points of space
to three slices of time

Black river white snowy field
there is nothing in winter

How can there be nothing in winter
lamplight shines on birdshit there is nothing in lamplight

A man goes downstairs opens the door
a man wakes too early

Birds fly from East Berlin to West Berlin

Three men walk just like crows

One day from Dongdan to Dongsi
One day from the first floor to the second floor

Lamplight shines on the river
in the cellphone there is nothing at all

2010, Bern

2 FEBRUARI

drie mensen lopen over de avondweg
van de rand naar het midden van de weg

vanuit drie punten in de lucht
naar drie repen in de tijd

zwarte rivier witte sneeuw
er is niets in de winter

hoe is het mogelijk dat er niets in de winter is?
licht schijnt op de vogelpoep er is niets in het licht

er gaat iemand naar beneden opent de deur
iemand is te vroeg wakker geworden

vogels vliegen van Oost- naar West-Berlijn

drie mensen lopen als kraaien

een dag van Dongdan naar Dongsi (1)
een dag van de eerste naar de tweede verdieping

het licht schijnt op de rivier
er is niets meer in mijn mobieltje

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February 2

Three men walk at night
from the roadside to the middle of the road

From three points of space
to three slices of time

Black river white snowy field
there is nothing in winter

How can there be nothing in winter
lamplight shines on birdshit there is nothing in lamplight

A man goes downstairs opens the door
a man wakes too early

Birds fly from East Berlin to West Berlin

Three men walk just like crows

One day from Dongdan to Dongsi
One day from the first floor to the second floor

Lamplight shines on the river
in the cellphone there is nothing at all

2010, Bern

February 2

Three men walk at night
from the roadside to the middle of the road

From three points of space
to three slices of time

Black river white snowy field
there is nothing in winter

How can there be nothing in winter
lamplight shines on birdshit there is nothing in lamplight

A man goes downstairs opens the door
a man wakes too early

Birds fly from East Berlin to West Berlin

Three men walk just like crows

One day from Dongdan to Dongsi
One day from the first floor to the second floor

Lamplight shines on the river
in the cellphone there is nothing at all

2010, Bern
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Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
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