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Jan Lauwereyns
WEEKS AND YEARS BECAME AEONS AND AEONS
The man was young had lots of courage lots of strength hada dog too that guided him to scents clear
hints of her his lovely who would look at him and seem
he sang and strummed the blue guitar
things changed abridged almost recovered
something that gave blood warmth children walking
silly yellow hats above their happy faces
just making lots of noise while off to see
great big fish and sharks in aquariums today
and tomorrow here and everywhere the man
began to think and loved her sang and knew.
© Translation: 2012, Francis R. Jones
WEKEN EN JAREN WERDEN EEUWEN EN EEUWEN
WEKEN EN JAREN WERDEN EEUWEN EN EEUWEN
De man was jong hij had veel moed veel kracht en ookeen hond die hem naar geuren voerde scherpe
sporen van haar de mooie die hem aankeek en scheen
hij zong en tokkelde op de blauwe gitaar
dingen veranderden vatten samen hervonden bijna
iets wat bloed gaf warmte kinderen wandelend
gele domme hoedjes op hun vrolijke hoofden
doodgewoon met veel lawaai op weg
naar machtige vissen en haaien in aquaria heden
en morgen hier en overal begon
de man te denken hield van haar en zong en wist.
© 2012, Jan Lauwereyns
From: De willekeur
Publisher: De Bezige Bij, Amsterdam
From: De willekeur
Publisher: De Bezige Bij, Amsterdam
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WEEKS AND YEARS BECAME AEONS AND AEONS
The man was young had lots of courage lots of strength hada dog too that guided him to scents clear
hints of her his lovely who would look at him and seem
he sang and strummed the blue guitar
things changed abridged almost recovered
something that gave blood warmth children walking
silly yellow hats above their happy faces
just making lots of noise while off to see
great big fish and sharks in aquariums today
and tomorrow here and everywhere the man
began to think and loved her sang and knew.
© 2012, Francis R. Jones
From: De willekeur
From: De willekeur
WEEKS AND YEARS BECAME AEONS AND AEONS
The man was young had lots of courage lots of strength hada dog too that guided him to scents clear
hints of her his lovely who would look at him and seem
he sang and strummed the blue guitar
things changed abridged almost recovered
something that gave blood warmth children walking
silly yellow hats above their happy faces
just making lots of noise while off to see
great big fish and sharks in aquariums today
and tomorrow here and everywhere the man
began to think and loved her sang and knew.
© 2012, Francis R. Jones
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