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Anse Takamaka & das eintausendeinhundertneunundvierzigste Gedicht

Ausblick vom Anse Takamaka

Going on a Tata to Anse Takamaka

Wroom, the indian engine roars,
Wroom, click, gear-gear, roaaaamm ...
And the multitude of rupee coins
In the driver's plastic bag
Like the treasures of a pirate's chest
But there's no way out of Victoria
Without getting ... stuck ... in ... traffic ...
Stuck ... in ... traffic ... stuck
And the fully packed rumbler sighing:
How did all these cars get on that island?

But after the airport - we fly away
On and on and on and on and anse on anse on anse on anse ...
Passing 150 shades of green in a lushness
And lust for growth
That it bothers me
That just by looking at it
Even as a man you could get pregnant
And on and on and anse on anse ...
We call "Devan!" by the sight of palm trees -
Leaving the Tata for Anse Takamaka,
Understanding in the shimmering sand
That we've never understood the colour blue
And would never be able to describe
Anyone this range of blueness -
Except for saying
That we