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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Et Memoria [2]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kom stap vanoggend deur my lewe<br>terwyl ons, ons gisters onthou, <br>‘n nuwe dag voor ons oopvou</div><div style="margin:10px 0">en laat ‘n afdruk van jou<br>geskilder teen die seildoek van my gedagtes<br>want elke nuwe môre<br>word uit ons gisters gebore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">en jy bly deel van my, al is <br>alles tussen ons nou verby, <br>sien ek jou in die glans van die son, <br>die dou wat blinkend op blare sit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">en ek besef nou, dat liefde<br>in elke oomblik van onthou<br>weer van voor af begin</div><div style="margin:10px 0">en hoe langsaam rek ek nog<br>oomblikke wat reeds verby is uit<br>asof dit altyd deel van my menswees is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">maar ek is reeds daarvan bewus<br>dat dinge vêr by verby tussen ons is, <br>dat jy vanaand<br>hitte by iemand anders sal kry<br>asof ek, net nog<br>deel van ‘n dooie vlam is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Verwysing: Et Memoria deur Japie S. Strydom: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Kom stap vanaand<br>  deur my môre, <br>  en blaai saam deur my drome, <br>teken jou liggaam hier<br> in my sagtebandboek aan, <br>want ons vandag is in gisters en more gebore: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">jy is die ligflits van die son, <br> die môre-dag se dou; <br> ‘n laat middag in my somer-drome, <br> ‘n vroeë lente more –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ek weet vanaand, <br> dat die dae van ons lewe (liefde?) , <br>  weer, <br> in elke nuwe onthou begin: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">hoe langsaam het ek jou<br>in die dae van gister en môre<br>in onthou van lang-verlang –<br> toegespin en afgedra<br>na die wol kombers van my gewete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ek weet vanaand, <br> sal jou voete<br>ongewoond aan die vreemdheid –<br>  my skaam-koud skei.”]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Et Memoria</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Come and walk through my life today<br>while we remember our yesterdays, <br>a new day is unfolding for us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and leave an impression of you, <br>painted against the canvas of my thoughts<br>because every new tomorrow<br>is born from our yesterdays</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you stay part of me, even though<br>everything between us is past, <br>I see you in the sparkle of the sun, <br>the dew that are sparkling on leaves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and now I realize, that love<br>in every moment of remembering<br>starts new again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and how slowly I still stretch out moments<br>that is already past<br>as if it’s always part of my humanity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but I am aware<br>that our relationship is far past being dead, <br>that tonight<br>you will find heat with someone else<br>as if I am only<br>part of a quenched flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Reference: Et Memoria by Japie S. Strydom: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Come walk tonight<br>  through my tomorrow, <br>  and page with me through my dreams, <br>draw your body here<br> in my soft covered book, <br>since our today is born in yesterdays and tomorrows: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you are a flash of the sun, <br> the early morning dew; <br> summer dreams on a late afternoon, <br> an early spring morning–</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tonight I know, <br> that the days of our lives (love?) , <br>  again, <br> starts in every remembrance: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how slowly I weaved you <br>and carried you down <br>– into the cocoon of yesterdays and tomorrows<br> in remembrance of drawn out longing<br>to the wool blanket of my conscience.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tonight I know<br> that your feet <br>unaccustomed to the strangeness -<br>  will separate from me coldly shy.” (My English translation.) ]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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terwyl ons, ons gisters onthou, 
‘n nuwe dag voor ons oopvou

en laat ‘n afdruk van jou
geskilder teen die seildoek van my gedagtes
want elke nuwe môre
word uit ons gisters gebore

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