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Els Moors

on the roof of the house with the wind vane

on the roof of the house with the wind vane
a heron takes off on a steep incline
all the guests walk slowly to
the pond that is filled to the brim

this is an afternoon and it’s raining
windows become doors to step through
a dog chases after a child on the lawn
voices stay behind above the grass

the sound is muffled by the sound of the motorway

the man who went upstairs without asking is asleep
with his head deep in the pillows
at the party someone is being sick
at the party there’s always someone with a noose around his neck

the bin liner hangs from the door handle
a knife is stuck into the cake

op het dak van het huis met de windwijzer

op het dak van het huis met de windwijzer
zet een reiger een steile vlucht af
de gasten wandelen traag naar
de tot aan de rand gevulde vijver

dit is een middag en het regent
ramen zijn deuren om doorheen te stappen
een hond rent achter het kind op het gazon
stemmen blijven hangen boven het gras

het geluid wordt gedempt door het geluid van de snelweg

de man die ongevraagd naar boven liep slaapt
met het gezicht diep in de kussens
op het feest is iemand onwel geworden
op het feest loopt altijd iemand met een strop om de hals

de vuilniszak hangt aan de klink van de deur
het mes wordt in de cake gezet
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on the roof of the house with the wind vane

on the roof of the house with the wind vane
a heron takes off on a steep incline
all the guests walk slowly to
the pond that is filled to the brim

this is an afternoon and it’s raining
windows become doors to step through
a dog chases after a child on the lawn
voices stay behind above the grass

the sound is muffled by the sound of the motorway

the man who went upstairs without asking is asleep
with his head deep in the pillows
at the party someone is being sick
at the party there’s always someone with a noose around his neck

the bin liner hangs from the door handle
a knife is stuck into the cake

on the roof of the house with the wind vane

on the roof of the house with the wind vane
a heron takes off on a steep incline
all the guests walk slowly to
the pond that is filled to the brim

this is an afternoon and it’s raining
windows become doors to step through
a dog chases after a child on the lawn
voices stay behind above the grass

the sound is muffled by the sound of the motorway

the man who went upstairs without asking is asleep
with his head deep in the pillows
at the party someone is being sick
at the party there’s always someone with a noose around his neck

the bin liner hangs from the door handle
a knife is stuck into the cake
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