{"id":304504,"date":"2009-01-01T00:01:54","date_gmt":"2008-12-31T23:01:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/wim-brandsgedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T18:55:27","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T17:55:27","slug":"wim-brandsgedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/wim-brandsgedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Wim Brands\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Het huis staat in brand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar als zijn vrouw<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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komt is de rook verdwenen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hij staat in de hal.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hij is verlaten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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door de koude stenen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Hij tekent haar. Onder tl-licht, met sojasaus<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op een servet. Ze ziet dat als hij haar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vraagt naar zijn atelier te komen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wat ze doet maar te laat. Hij heeft<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een week eerder zijn ogen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gesloten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ze ziet zichzelf aan de muur.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zonder ogen –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en weet op de drempel dat ze zichzelf<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zal fotograferen, kijkend naar zichzelf<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en dan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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haar ogen uitknipt, zal inplakken.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Herrijzenis<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Schiet wakker. Ze hadden hem in de gierput gegooid.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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– hij spreekt als een vogel.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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– hij is een beest.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hij zonk. Zijn rechterhand kraakte nog een noot, en zie:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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voor hij verdronk in zijn handpalm<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het schitteren van een robijn,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ook al kan dat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in die duisternis niet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Je kon toen nog wel eens de telefoon<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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opnemen en in een gesprek van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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anderen vallen:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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– je bent zenuwachtig,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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– dat ben ik altijd als ik net geland ben.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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– waarom?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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– het gevoel dat je in de lucht was,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zoveel lange uren.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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– en wat dan nog?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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– dat je denkt dat je uit het<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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land van de doden komt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en je het ruisen hoorde van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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