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Maria van Daalen

A REBÉTIKO FOR FRANS VAN HASSELT

this morning I stood in the empty kitchen
and cleared up things before I went away

there was half a bottle of olive oil left and 1 lemon
that is too much lemon

yorgos the cat jumped on the sill
and looked at me with amber-coloured eyes
an odourous fish head is the sweetest
the colours of the sky are the colours of the sea
and the rain vaporises before meeting the street

I didn’t finish the retsina bottle
I didn’t clean the knife from Crete

the bouzouki player sang: where does love go to when it disappears
and I hummed along with the soft melody

perhaps tonight Kim has gone dancing with that young man from the bar
perhaps at full moon although Greeks don’t care about that

there was half a bottle of virgin olive oil left and 1 lemon
that is too much lemon

where does love go to when she disappears
the gate does close the gateway not the look

EEN REBÉTIKO VOOR FRANS VAN HASSELT

EEN REBÉTIKO VOOR FRANS VAN HASSELT

vanmorgen stond ik in de lege keuken
en ruimde alles op voor ik vertrok

er was nog een halve fles olijfolie en 1 citroen
dat is teveel citroen

yorgos de kat sprong op het kozijn
en keek me aan met amberkleurige ogen
een geurende vissenkop is de liefste
de kleuren van de hemel zijn de kleuren van de zee
en de regen verdampt voor ze de straat raakt

ik dronk niet het retsina-flesje leeg
ik waste niet het mes uit Kreta af

de bouzoukispeler zong: waar gaat de liefde naartoe als die verdwijnt
en ik neuriede het melodietje mee

misschien is Kim vannacht gaan dansen met die jongen uit de bar
misschien bij volle maan al geeft geen Griek daarom

er was nog een halve fles virgin olijfolie en 1 citroen
dat is teveel citroen

waar gaat de liefde naartoe als ze verdwijnt
het hek sluit wel de poort maar niet de blik
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A REBÉTIKO FOR FRANS VAN HASSELT

this morning I stood in the empty kitchen
and cleared up things before I went away

there was half a bottle of olive oil left and 1 lemon
that is too much lemon

yorgos the cat jumped on the sill
and looked at me with amber-coloured eyes
an odourous fish head is the sweetest
the colours of the sky are the colours of the sea
and the rain vaporises before meeting the street

I didn’t finish the retsina bottle
I didn’t clean the knife from Crete

the bouzouki player sang: where does love go to when it disappears
and I hummed along with the soft melody

perhaps tonight Kim has gone dancing with that young man from the bar
perhaps at full moon although Greeks don’t care about that

there was half a bottle of virgin olive oil left and 1 lemon
that is too much lemon

where does love go to when she disappears
the gate does close the gateway not the look

A REBÉTIKO FOR FRANS VAN HASSELT

this morning I stood in the empty kitchen
and cleared up things before I went away

there was half a bottle of olive oil left and 1 lemon
that is too much lemon

yorgos the cat jumped on the sill
and looked at me with amber-coloured eyes
an odourous fish head is the sweetest
the colours of the sky are the colours of the sea
and the rain vaporises before meeting the street

I didn’t finish the retsina bottle
I didn’t clean the knife from Crete

the bouzouki player sang: where does love go to when it disappears
and I hummed along with the soft melody

perhaps tonight Kim has gone dancing with that young man from the bar
perhaps at full moon although Greeks don’t care about that

there was half a bottle of virgin olive oil left and 1 lemon
that is too much lemon

where does love go to when she disappears
the gate does close the gateway not the look
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