Een
brief aan Dylan
(Bericht van Terschelling nr. 38)
Mr.
Dylan, Dear Bob,
During
your next Never Ending Tour I’ll like to invite you to my house on Terschelling, a small beautiful island in the north of Holland.
No paparazzi here.
Did you ever ride a bike on the wet sand of a beach? I can show you the Silver
Moon (Boloria Selene) and our national bird the Grutto.
We can pay a visit to our local vaudeville hero Hessel
and most of all we can play some games of chess with a glass of Jutterbitter.
Well, maybe you’re too busy, but can I ask you a favor?
I read the Dutch version of your book Chronicles. This phrase: ”Buiten hoorde ik
een specht in het donker tegen een
boom tikken”.
Woodpeckers don’t knock in the dark.
Suggestion: In the dark a woodpecker knocked on Heavens Door.
Moeflon,
Hoorn, Terschelling
