{"id":304314,"date":"2008-01-01T00:00:35","date_gmt":"2007-12-31T23:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/evelien-chayesgedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T18:51:34","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T17:51:34","slug":"evelien-chayesgedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/evelien-chayesgedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Evelien Chayes\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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ingehouden door een zenuwweb blind<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tegen de schedel beelden duwend<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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worden nachten afstompende kussens<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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eeuwen bloed terugkeer van een holle blik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar niets zegt dat de wilgen languissant –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Witte slaap, keer weer.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kinderen? Zij zag ons drievoudig<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ongemakkelijk in de kamer staan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zij was de dochter van een vreemde,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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haar meisjesjurk nauw nieuw net groot genoeg.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zij was niet gegroeid en liep op de smalle kade<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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haar moeder trok haar mee –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zij moest haar redden uit van zij-en een zee<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en weer werden zij onverklaarbaar twee.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zij hoorde die dochter ongenaakbaar kinderachtig<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en natuurlijk gaf zij een klein aanwezig.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Jij stond halfslachtig met ons bezig.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Je ogen sloegen scheel weg van elkaar.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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van hommeles met ons<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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terwijl daaronder het naakt klam wachten was<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bladzijden geen zin meer hadden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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alsof wij onze eigen douanier, hem verdovend met<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kwetteren, hoe je heus bent<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kas van kern van punt op pas<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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cirkelen blind voor waar ik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op de Col de Port is<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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in de bus door Gen\u00e8ve<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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geflanst een bloemetjesjurk<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van dikke dame elefantiasis<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Nog zie ik de chaos<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van haar zinloze drift<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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stomgestompt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gestreken hoofden benen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gouden armbandjes<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bus in bus uit de etalage<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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poppen op hun plaats<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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soldes soldi heidi<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u2018Escape to Heaven\u2019<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dus gaan ze naar de film<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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paviljoen van de franc<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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die balkons art nouveau<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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so himmlisch-heiter so<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dit was dit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het licht de stenen hoogte<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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