Poem
Thomas Möhlmann
We Will
Definitely, my love, they will, but we will more, theyare going to, but with playful ease we are going to
even more: they don’t have any chance at all because we
will more, none of us live longer than eighty years on average
not them and not us, but you will see, my love, what we
will still be able to wring out of those forty years or so, while they
ah, they are still going to and they will, over a hundred years
for all I care, and still no more than what they themselves will
all the birds that stretch their wings at once, not to fly
but out of pure fright, they will, my love, just like us
but before it comes to that, we will, we will, as planned, as intended
down that whole row of blessed years left to us, that we will.
We zullen
We zullen
Zeker, mijn liefste, ze zullen, maar wij zullen meer, zezullen zullen, maar met speels gemak zullen we meer
wat ze ook zullen: ze maken geen enkele kans want wij
zullen meer, we leven allemaal niet meer dan gemiddeld
tachtig jaar, zij niet en wij niet maar zie maar mijn liefste
wat wij uit die zeg veertig jaar nog kunnen peuren terwijl
zij, ach ze zullen maar en zullen, geef ze honderd jaar voor
mijn part en nog zullen ze niet meer dan wat ze zelf zullen
alle vogels die hun vleugels uitslaan, tegelijk, niet om te willen
vliegen maar uit pure schrik, ze zullen net als wij mijn lief
maar voor het zover is, zullen we, zullen wij, wat we zouden
in die hele rij van gezegende jaren die we nog hebben, zullen we.
From: Ik was een hond
Publisher: Prometheus, Amsterdam
Publisher: Prometheus, Amsterdam
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We Will
Definitely, my love, they will, but we will more, theyare going to, but with playful ease we are going to
even more: they don’t have any chance at all because we
will more, none of us live longer than eighty years on average
not them and not us, but you will see, my love, what we
will still be able to wring out of those forty years or so, while they
ah, they are still going to and they will, over a hundred years
for all I care, and still no more than what they themselves will
all the birds that stretch their wings at once, not to fly
but out of pure fright, they will, my love, just like us
but before it comes to that, we will, we will, as planned, as intended
down that whole row of blessed years left to us, that we will.
From: Ik was een hond
We Will
Definitely, my love, they will, but we will more, theyare going to, but with playful ease we are going to
even more: they don’t have any chance at all because we
will more, none of us live longer than eighty years on average
not them and not us, but you will see, my love, what we
will still be able to wring out of those forty years or so, while they
ah, they are still going to and they will, over a hundred years
for all I care, and still no more than what they themselves will
all the birds that stretch their wings at once, not to fly
but out of pure fright, they will, my love, just like us
but before it comes to that, we will, we will, as planned, as intended
down that whole row of blessed years left to us, that we will.
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