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Timmerark
27 augustus 2014 — 18:41
Die zin spookt door mijn hoofd nu. Het is iets wat ik zelf ooit heb geschreven, of ik ergens heb gelezen…ah ik weet het, een stukje Freek de Jonge.
Zij zaten bij het kampvuur
hij zei: wat is het warm
zij zei: dat klopt, dat is het kampvuur
waar je inhangt met je arm…
Wat wil je met ‘jouw’ zin zeggen, vraag ik mij af…
alja
28 augustus 2014 — 06:35
ik herhaal de zin omdat de veelheid van emoties door een gedicht (de beperking van woorden, de romp) bedongen kan worden