{"id":302681,"date":"1995-01-01T00:00:42","date_gmt":"1994-12-31T23:00:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/j-bernlef-3\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T18:08:13","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T17:08:13","slug":"j-bernlef-3","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/j-bernlef-3\/","title":{"rendered":"J. Bernlef"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Fresco<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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De zwaluwen vormen de sleutel, zij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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openen het fresco en vliegen het stukje<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bij beetje terug naar dit landschap<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar zijn aardrijke kleuren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wij kussen elkaar boven de waterput<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waar vliegen elkaar afstoten als atomen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waarin onze woorden vallen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en zo hun hoofd verliezen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zoals de mensen in deze voorstelling<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vrouwen als vrome werkbijen zoemend<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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rond de traagdruppelende kraan van het geloof<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hun dorst voor ons niet langer te lessen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Al hebben wij nu nog een hoofd waarmee wij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de zwaluwen volgen in en uit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de donkere gaten waarin onze woorden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vielen, loslieten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Tot niemand meer begrijpen zal<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat die twee daar bij de waterput<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bezielde, waar hun lippen bleven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat zij elkaar toewensten, toen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Een arts in Perugia<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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plukte radijs en zakte<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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plots door de grond<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een Etruskische grafkamer binnen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wist niet hoe gauw<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hij eruit moest klimmen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de bos radijzen stevig<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in zijn vuist geklemd.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wat hij gezien had<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in een flits<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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daar diep beneden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Omringd door urnen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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versierd met figuren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bukkend naar iets.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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E\u00e9n ogenblik maakte hij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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deel uit van het grote mozai\u00ebk.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Op de foto in de krant<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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poseert hij opgelucht lachend<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met een bosje rode radijs.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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[p. 295] J. Bernlef Fresco \u00a0 De zwaluwen vormen de sleutel, zij \u00a0 openen het fresco en vliegen het stukje \u00a0 bij beetje terug naar dit landschap \u00a0 naar zijn aardrijke kleuren \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Wij kussen elkaar boven de waterput \u00a0 waar vliegen elkaar afstoten als atomen \u00a0 waarin onze woorden vallen \u00a0 en… Lees verder <\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","class_list":["post-302681","dbnl","type-dbnl","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\nJ. Bernlef · Uitgeverij Van Oorschot<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/j-bernlef-3\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"J. 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