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Gro Dahle

WHO IS WHISPERING IN THE BUSHES? IS IT YOU?

Once again
The fox comes to the hare
dressed in tails
The white paw, the pretty tooth

Dear hare, dear friend
Come into this, the throat’s delicate portal
and feel the uvula’s touch
The massage of the throat
I give you a chance
to become part of my flesh
That way I can better look after you
and you can better function through me
The same body, the same gall
Closer we cannot come

I’m not even sure that I want you
says the fox
The pretty nail, the clean shirt
But if you clean your ears, my friend
blow your nose, smooth your fur
Then, maybe, maybe then
may you gain entry
to the soft acid bath of the entrails
And I, the fox himself, will offer you
a stroll along the small intestine
A warmer journey towards the pressure of the large intestine
Imagine: the villis’ suction through the blood
The kiss of the digestion!

HVEM ER DET SOM HVISKER I BUSKENE ER DET DU?

HVEM ER DET SOM HVISKER I BUSKENE ER DET DU?

Enda en gang
kommer reven til haren
med snippkjolen på
Den hvite labben, den pene tannen

Kjære hare, kjære venn
Kom inn i denne halsens delikate portal
og kjenn drøvelens berøring
Svelgets massasje
Jeg gir deg en sjanse
til å bli del av mitt kjøtt
På den måten kan jeg bedre passe på deg
og du bedre virke gjennom meg
Den samme kroppen, den samme gallen
Nærmere kan vi ikke komme

Det er ikke engang sikkert at jeg vil ha deg
sier reven
Den pene neglen, den rene skjorten
Men hvis du renser ørene, min venn
pusser nesen, glatter pelsen
Da kanskje, kanskje da
kan du få innpass
til magesekkens myke syrebad
Og jeg, selveste reven, vil tilby deg
en vandring langs tynntarmen
En varmere reise mot tykktarmens trykk
Tenk deg: Tottenes sug gjennom blodet
Fordøyelsens kyss!
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WHO IS WHISPERING IN THE BUSHES? IS IT YOU?

Once again
The fox comes to the hare
dressed in tails
The white paw, the pretty tooth

Dear hare, dear friend
Come into this, the throat’s delicate portal
and feel the uvula’s touch
The massage of the throat
I give you a chance
to become part of my flesh
That way I can better look after you
and you can better function through me
The same body, the same gall
Closer we cannot come

I’m not even sure that I want you
says the fox
The pretty nail, the clean shirt
But if you clean your ears, my friend
blow your nose, smooth your fur
Then, maybe, maybe then
may you gain entry
to the soft acid bath of the entrails
And I, the fox himself, will offer you
a stroll along the small intestine
A warmer journey towards the pressure of the large intestine
Imagine: the villis’ suction through the blood
The kiss of the digestion!

WHO IS WHISPERING IN THE BUSHES? IS IT YOU?

Once again
The fox comes to the hare
dressed in tails
The white paw, the pretty tooth

Dear hare, dear friend
Come into this, the throat’s delicate portal
and feel the uvula’s touch
The massage of the throat
I give you a chance
to become part of my flesh
That way I can better look after you
and you can better function through me
The same body, the same gall
Closer we cannot come

I’m not even sure that I want you
says the fox
The pretty nail, the clean shirt
But if you clean your ears, my friend
blow your nose, smooth your fur
Then, maybe, maybe then
may you gain entry
to the soft acid bath of the entrails
And I, the fox himself, will offer you
a stroll along the small intestine
A warmer journey towards the pressure of the large intestine
Imagine: the villis’ suction through the blood
The kiss of the digestion!
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