Affettione - Genegentheyt

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 AFFETTIONE / GENEGENTHEYT
The King's Speech

The Museum of Instant Images - Mr. Colori - NL

cat.nr.3795 d.d.06.04.20

Psychecolorogy nr.197 / electronic
iconography (click .txt)
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Mr. Colori / C. Gijsen / E. Honders - Netherlands
contribution to: Collected 2, HHAP, Netherlands
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBpUtbVtOkM

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Warmte Onverschilligheid bewoont de koudste streken, Haat en nijd zijn er haar buren, het noorden kwijt Met geknepen ogen wordt de genegenheid Gewantrouwd, ridicuul gemaakt, weggekeken Hen en Hagedis waren ooit de symbolen Van de goedwillendheid, zij werden ontluisterd, Overreden, in martelhuizen gekluisterd; Zie de geile, jonge mannen samenscholen! Ik groeide op warmte van oudere vrouwen Een moeder, grootmoeder, tantes in overvloed Leerden: zachtmoedigen gaan het land beërven Dood dan, kunnen zij zich in de tijd ontvouwen Hun gevleugelde gebarentaal voedt de moed Van hen die nu niemand alleen laten sterven C. Gijsen ____________________________________________________________ Warmth Indifference resides in climes where frost holds sway, neighbouring hatred and malice. Their bearings lost, they squint their eyes at warm-heartedness there. It’s crossed, distrusted, ridiculed and coldly frowned away. The old days. Woodcock and lizard were symbols then of kind-heartedness, before they were tightly reined, prevailed over and then in torture houses chained; watch them while they gather, the hotheaded young men! I was fed the warmth and the tales old women wove. Mother, granny, many aunts, their smell of Cologne taught me that the gentle shall inherit the earth. They have left us, but time to come would show their worth: their winged mime serves to feed and strengthen the resolve of those who now make sure that no one dies alone. translation: Erik Honders ____________________________________________________________