Veel mensen gooien een handje aarde

Veel mensen gooien een handje aarde op de kisten, soms een boeketje. Een klein kind laat haar pop in mijn moeder's graf vallen. Het ontroert me.
Ik voel de neiging in me opkomen om weg te vliegen met Mei-Lan. Onze vleugels uit te slaan en hoog boven de steeple wat rondjes te draaien en te kijken naar al die mensen, die met sombere gezichten bij de graven staan, inwendig blij, dat ze nog niet aan de beurt zijn.
Ze behoren nog tot de levenden, degenen die verder gaan. Soms strompelend maar meestal met rechte ruggen. Ze hebben geen begrip van de dood, want ze zijn er bang voor. Maar de dood zweeft altijd om ons heen, als een roofvogel die op prooi uit is. Het zou beter zijn, wanneer de mensen meer omhoog zouden kijken, naar de gevaren die ons bedreigen en ons er dan tegen leren wapenen. Want ontkennen is niet de weg. Ontkennen is een doodlopende weg.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

Many people throw a handful of Earth on the coffins, sometimes a bouquet. A small child let her pop into my mother's grave. It moves me.I feel the inclination in me standing up to fly away with may-Lan. Our wings and high above the steeple what buttons to turn and look at all those people, those with sad faces at the graves, internal happy, they have not.They still belong to the living, those who move on. Sometimes stumbling but usually with straight backs. They have no understanding of death, because they are afraid of. But death always hovers around us, like a bird of prey that prey is out. It would be better, when people would look up more, to the dangers that threaten us and teach us to arm ourselves. Because deny is not the way. Deny is a dead end.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

Many people throw a handful of earth on the coffins, sometimes a bouquet. A small child let her doll fall into my mother's grave. It moves me.
I feel the inclination arise in me to fly away with Mei Lan. Our wings to spread and high above the steeple some circles to turn and look at all those people who are in the graves with gloomy faces, inwardly pleased that they are not yet their turn.
They still belong to the living, those who continue. Sometimes stumbling but usually with straight backs. They have no understanding of death, because they are afraid of. But death always hovers around us, like a bird of prey that is out for prey. It would be better if people would look more up to the dangers that threaten us and then guard against learning. Because denial is not the way. Denial is a dead end.

Resultaten (Engels) 3:

many people throw a handful of earth on the coffins, sometimes a bouquet. a small child let her doll on my mother"s grave. it gets me.i feel inclined to take me to fly away with mei lan. our wings and high above the steeple to turn around and look at all those people, those with gloomy faces in the grave, internal glad they don"t have the time.they still belong to the living, those who go further. sometimes, but usually hobnobbing with backs straight. they have no concept of death, because they are afraid of it. but death is always around us, like a bird of prey that is on prey. it would be better if the people look up to the dangers that threaten us to learn and use. because it"s not the way. it"s a dead end.