De kleine blonde dood Page #2
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I hate them!
I'd like to give the poetry award to
Valentijn Boecke...
for his collection of poems called
'The Map Butterfly'.
Mr Boecke, congratulations!
You can now give your speech.
Thanks.
That was short but sweet.
But can't you tell us something?
Were you surprised that your debut
was an immediate success?
No.
- Unfortunately, no.
Short but sweet again.
That brings us to the end...
What does love mean to
Mr Boecke?
A good question from the audience.
What's the importance of love
in your work?
and death.
Then why do you reject the result
of this love?
Why do you reject the result
of this love?
Do you mean in his work?
Can you be more specific?
Sure, does he always f*** and say I love
you and then disappear forever?
The question is if you always
f*** and...
I never talk when I f***.
You're hearing voices.
Yes, you did.
When you came inside me.
I can't even say that kind
of nonsense.
Projection.
- Projection!
Is my belly projection too,
Mr Poet?
Get lost.
I don't mind if you have girlfriends or
boyfriends for now.
We'll find a way to deal with that.
Come, listen.
I think we can have a great time.
We'll do crazy things together.
Go do crazy things on your own.
Youre running away from yourself,
buddy.
Why are you so afraid to
be a father?
Is it because of your own father?
- Yes.
Bye!
Let's go for a drive.
Hello.
can always only repeat themselves.
Get lost.
You're not like this, Valentijn.
Yes, I am!
You'd be a fantastic father.
I know what happened in the past.
- You don't know anything.
Get lost!
Listen!
Stop it.
You don't know anything.
You're just deranged.
I'm wetting myself.
Help, I'm bleeding, Valentijn.
Valentijn, help!
Women used to throw themselves off the
stairs if they didn't want a child.
These days, we go to the fair.
- I want the child.
Did you quit smoking?
- Yes.
Drinking? Your liver's
enlarged.
Do you know what alcohol does to
the foetus?
I'm not here to...
- Don't move.
Look, that's his heart.
Look at him struggle.
Look, Valentijn, his heart.
Look.
This is his head.
His eyes.
This is his heart.
The children are ready.
We're just waiting for the parents.
Good morning, Valentijn.
Good morning, Micky.
- Good morning, mummy.
Hello, darling.
- Look what I found in the sea.
A**hole! Sh*t!
Not in bed.
- There's a note in there.
You're cold. Come under
the blankets.
Don't throw sand in my face.
Oranges, cotton wool...
It's your mother's shopping list,
silly.
Are you enjoying yourself?
Yes, it's wonderful.
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