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\nLike a Small Cafe, That\u2019s Love<\/b><\/p>\n
\nLike a Small Cafe, That\u2019s Love<\/b><\/p>\n
Like a small cafe on the street of strangers-
\nthat\u2019s love\u2026its doors open to all.
\nLike a cafe that expands and
\ncontracts with the weather:
\nif it pours with rain its customers increase,
\nif the weather\u2019s fine, they are few and weary\u2026
\nI am here, stranger, sitting in the corner.
\n(What color are your eyes? What is your name?
\nHow shall I call to you as you pass by,
\nas I sit waiting for you?)
\nA small cafe, that\u2019s love
\nI order two glasses of wine
\nand drink to my health and yours.
\nI am carrying two caps
\nand an umbrella. It is raining now.
\nIt is raining more than ever,
\nand you do not come in.
\nI say to myself at last: Perhaps she who I was waiting for
\nwas waiting for me, or was waiting for some other man,
\nor was waiting for us, and did not find him\/me.
\nShe would say: Here I am waiting for you.
\n(What color are your eyes? What is your name?
\nWhat kind of wine do you prefer? How shall I call to you when
\nyou pass by?)
\nA small cafe, that\u2019s love\u2026<\/p>\n
Mahmoud Darwish (vertaling naar het Engels : Mohammad Shaheen)<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Like a Small Cafe, That\u2019s Love Like a small cafe on the street of strangers- that\u2019s love\u2026its doors open to all. Like a cafe that expands and contracts with the weather: if it pours with rain its customers increase, if the weather\u2019s fine, they are few and weary\u2026 I am here, stranger, sitting in the corner. (What color are your eyes? What is your name? How shall I call to you as you pass by, as I sit waiting for…<\/p>\n