.: To my readers:

.: To my readers:: There is a strong desire throughout the world It force the desert to bloom The grain will grow in the Kathmandu The waters fine tulips ...

To my readers:

There is a strong desire throughout the world
It force the desert to bloom
The grain will grow in the Kathmandu
The waters fine tulips in the North
It sucks honey of the prairie
The color green birch forest in the Siberia
The find treasures in Sierra Nevada
The thaw Vatnajokull glacier
It coaxes grapes in Porto
It allows drought-affected palm trees to bear fruit
The sow sunflowers seeds between thistles
The spinning silk of corrugated iron dreams
It sets out the yarn of a thousand fathoms deep
The Robin's song among the guns
It keeps people upright in the headwinds
It is strength of the desire...

.: Til mine lesere :

.: Til mine lesere :: Det går en stor vilje gjennom verden Den tvinger ørknen til å blødme Den får korn til å gro i Katmandu Den vanner fine tulipaner i Nar...

Til mine lesere :

Det går en stor vilje gjennom verden
Den tvinger ørknen til å blødme
Den får korn til å gro i Katmandu
Den vanner fine tulipaner i Narvik
Den suger honning fra prærien
Den farger bjørkeskogen grønn i Sibir
Den finner skatter i Sierra Nevada
Den tiner Vatnajøkull 
Den lokker fram vindruer i Porto
Den lar tørkerammede palmer bære frukt
Den sår solsikker frø mellom tistler
Den spinner silke av bølgeblikkdrømmer
Den setter ut garn på tusen favners dyp
Den er rødstrupens sang blant kanoner
Den holder mennesket oppreist i motvind
Den er sterk den viljen.

.: Den halte springer når han er nødt...

.: Den halte springer når han er nødt...: I hjertet planlegger mannen sin ferd Men Herrer styrer hans gang eller... All that I think and feel, and so to wake The world; ...

.: Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too...

.: Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too...: I am for the woods against the world, But are the woods for me? I have been young, and now I am not old; And I have seen the righteous f...

Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too. Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief...

I am for the woods against the world,
But are the woods for me?

I have been young, and now I am not old;
And I have seen the righteous forsaken,
Our health, Our hon-our and our quality taken from us.
This is not what we were formerly told.
Think about all the poor people how not deserve their destiny.

.: Kommer det atter susende det nye året? Blir det t...

.: Kommer det atter susende det nye året? Blir det t...: Å løfte sitt blikk til stjernene, det er den beste bønn. Da er en straks bønnhørt...

Kommer det atter susende det nye året? Blir det tungt? Eller lett ? Kommer det usynlige vinger inn fra fremmed, bud fra de uforløste, bud som spør oss... bud som roper: Menneske, hvem er du? La oss håpe at det nye blir bedre enn det gamle...

Å løfte sitt blikk til stjernene,
det er den beste bønn.
Da er en straks bønnhørt...

.: We are na fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drap...

.: We are na fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drap...: Fare-the-weel, thou first and fairest! Fare-the-weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka, joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, Lowe and...

We are na fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drappie in our e'e! The cock may craw, the day may daw, and ay we 'll taste the barley-bree!

Fare-the-weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare-the-weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka, joy and treasure,
Peace, enjoyment, Lowe and Pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae farewell, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

My friends!  If you do not understand ? Let me know and I explain...

.: Det beste er godt nok, når en bare kan få det...

.: Det beste er godt nok, når en bare kan få det...: To be a human being means to possess a feeling of inferiority which constantly presses towards its own conquest... The greater the fee...

.: The holly and the ivy, - When they are both full g...

.: The holly and the ivy, - When they are both full g...: How different, how very different from the home life ! Go, fetch to me a glass o' wine, And fill it in a silver bowel, That I may dri...

The holly and the ivy, - When they are both full grown, - Of all the trees that are in the wood, - The holly bears the crown: - The rising of the sun - And the running of the deer, - The playing of the merry organ, - Sweet singing in the choir...

How different, how very different 
from the home life !

Go, fetch to me a glass o' wine,
And fill it in a silver bowel,
That I may drink before I go
A service to my bonie lassie !
The boat rocks at the pier o'Leith,
Fu'loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry,
The ship rides by waves,
And I maun leave my Bonnie.

.: Vinden gufser og blåser så trær faller, strøm er b...

.: Vinden gufser og blåser så trær faller, strøm er b...: Dagen lir, solen glir bakom åsen. Åsen blir. Trærne står og ligger tyst og puster; Hus uten tak. Mennesker fortviler. allting puster...

Vinden gufser og blåser så trær faller, strøm er borte på hus uten tak. Slik at jeg nå overvintrer i sangens troper, jeg ser en sommer etter vinterdøden. Slik at år kan gjøres til intet - Et kort minutt.

Dagen lir, solen glir
bakom åsen.
Åsen blir.
Trærne står og ligger
tyst og puster;
Hus uten tak.
Mennesker fortviler.
allting puster. Dagen lir.

.: To my best friend.... A contribute to your languag...

.: To my best friend.... A contribute to your languag...: O poeta e um fingidor. Finge tao completamente Que chega a fingir que e dor A dor que deveras sente. E os que leem o que escreve, Na...

To my best friend.... A contribute to your language.

O poeta e um fingidor.
Finge tao completamente
Que chega a fingir que e dor
A dor que deveras sente.


E os que leem o que escreve,
Na dor lida sentem bem,
Nao as duas que ele teve,
Mas so a que eles nao tem.


E assim nas calhas de roda
Gira, a entreter a razao,
Esse comboio de corda
Que se chama o coracao.

.: All animals, except man, know that the principal b...

.: All animals, except man, know that the principal b...: I'm a runaway, when I was born They shut me up Inside myself. Ah, but I ran away. If people get sick Of living in The same old pla...

All animals, except man, know that the principal business of life is to enjoy it...

I'm a runaway,
when I was born
They shut me up
Inside myself.
Ah, but I ran away.


If people get sick
Of living in
The same old place,
Why not of living
In the same old skin ?


My soul is on
The lookout for me,
But I lie low.
Will it ever find me ?
Never, I hope !


Being myself only
Means being pinned down
And no one at all.
I'll live on the run,
and really live !

.: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...

.: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...: L'absence est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; Il eteint le petit, il allume le grand. Enn så lenge får jeg klare meg med ?... Ab...

L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - - - L'amitie de la connaissance. / Love comes from blindness, Friendship from knowledge..

L'absence est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent;
Il eteint le petit, il allume le grand.

Enn så lenge får jeg klare meg med ?...


Absence is to love what wind is to fire;
It extinguishes the small, it kindles the great.

Comme vous savez, Dieu est d'ordinaire pour les gros
escadrons contre les petits.

We pass and dream,
Earth smiles,
Virtue is rare.
Age, duty, money,
Gods weight on our conscious bliss.
Hope for the best and for the worse prepare.
The sum of purposed wisdom speaks for us...

.: An expert is one who knows more and more about les...

.: An expert is one who knows more and more about les...: A positive science may be defined as a body of systematized knowledge concerning what is; a normative or regular science a body of syste...

An expert is one who knows more and more about less and less !

A positive science may be defined as a body of
systematized knowledge concerning what is; a
normative or regular science a body of systematized
knowledge relating to criteria of what ought to be,
and concerned therefore with the ideal as
distinguished from the actual.

Rich and Poor... 

.: A faithful friend is the medicine of life...

.: A faithful friend is the medicine of life...: Emotions and desires are the stains of humanity that must be removed from the soul when it seeks to be scientific. The esthetic feeling...

.: Hvis du detter ned og brekker begge beina, så bare...

.: Hvis du detter ned og brekker begge beina, så bare...: Sjelens hvile etter den fantastiske juletid. Å for en verden, å jeg kjenner meg øde og tom i sannhet som i en ørken vi er. Hvis aldri e...

Hvis du detter ned og brekker begge beina, så bare ikke kom løpende til meg og klag !... Hei, hva tror du får hvis du klipper et A4 ark i to deler... Svensk puslespill ? Eller...

Sjelens hvile etter den fantastiske juletid.

Å for en verden, å jeg kjenner meg øde og tom
i sannhet som i en ørken vi er.
Hvis aldri et friskt pust her kom, kvelende luft eller
tom lommebok, som stille mitt hjerte begjærer.
Da kunne selv ikke en pilegrim holde ut,
dette forferdelige kjøpepress...


Men Han ser dog den vandrende pilegrim i kjøpesentret,
fortvilet den veien han går, med bankkort og kredittkort
flagrende og varme de er, mon tro er det dekning, mon tro.
Han forstår at veien ikke alltid er lette, kjøpepress og gaver.
Blir de nå fornøyd ? Nei, mere, mere, og enda mere.
Ingen penger til Januar...
La oss håpe på hvile ved Frelserens bryst.
Undrer på hvem det er ?

.: Ich halte fur die høchste Aufgabe einer Verbindung...

.: Ich halte fur die høchste Aufgabe einer Verbindung...: My God, I love thee; Not because I hope for heaven thereby... See, amid the winter`s snow, Born for us on earth below, See, the Lamb...

.: To you I appeal, O my soul !

.: To you I appeal, O my soul !: When I was not yet born poetry already existed. Poetry will remain when I'm no longer here. It is in everything; in Nature, in people...

To you I appeal, O my soul !

When I was not yet born
poetry already existed.
Poetry will remain
when I'm no longer here.
It is in everything;
in Nature,
in people,
inside and outside.

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this memories,
And slowly read, and dream of this soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;


How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;


And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowed of stars...

.: God dag ! Å for en dag...

.: God dag ! Å for en dag...: Dagen i dag... Dagen er oppe, gleden er på oppegående, mismotet er vekk, ny uke med mange muligheter Stormen og sky-borgen er borte ov...

God dag ! Å for en dag...

Dagen i dag...
Dagen er oppe, gleden er på oppegående,
mismotet er vekk, ny uke med mange muligheter
Stormen og sky-borgen er borte over de glødende
landskaper her i Østfold.
Fantastisk er livet...

.: What d'you hold holy ? Where is you ? In heaven o...

.: What d'you hold holy ? Where is you ? In heaven o...: When I consider... My heart grows light - Not entirely, perhaps, But at least calm. Then I have no wish... But to go on living. Ple...

What d'you hold holy ? Where is you ? In heaven or not ?

When I consider...
My heart grows light -
Not entirely, perhaps,
But at least calm.
Then I have no wish...
But to go on living.


Please my friends and readers
have a nice morning !

.: Credo ut intellegam... In the heart you planned yo...

.: Credo ut intellegam... In the heart you planned yo...: The blizzard whirled the world. Again it snowed in crazy pellets. Or in fuzzy flakes. Fresh paths for light to reach the windows low. M...

Credo ut intellegam... In the heart you planned your tour through your life. And the Lord manage it...

The blizzard whirled the world.
Again it snowed in crazy pellets.
Or in fuzzy flakes.
Fresh paths for light to reach the windows low.
More often wooden spades were forced to make.

It scarcely cleared
when well-cranes started creaking,
And there come fresh water with a pail.
Then from its tether broke the blizzard bleakly,
Again above the forest trees to wail.

One days like these all journeys we forget.
It's good to get together in one home
And smoke, and weave the artel fishing net,
And sing our songs - there's always time for some ! -
and joke and dream of halcyon days to come.

A pair of magic boots would do tonight,
a flying catpet and a lusty bay
No snow-blocked roads, no blizzards can dismay,
who, only tell him: run along ! -and right
To heaven he will take you -all the way
No cold, no jolts to blemish your delight.

Tell us a tale, good soul !
"Once upon a time..."

.: Barnet hvis kors er skjult i englenes jublende mun...

.: Barnet hvis kors er skjult i englenes jublende mun...: Gi meg et rent sinne og at jeg må se deg, Et ydmykt sinne og at jeg må høre deg, Et skjærlekens sinne og at jeg skal tjene deg, Et troen...

Barnet hvis kors er skjult i englenes jublende munn. Ikke et vinddrag skjelver - Bare en stall og vidder og hyrdenes salige stund.

Gi meg et rent sinne og at jeg må se deg,
Et ydmykt sinne og at jeg må høre deg,
Et skjærlekens sinne og at jeg skal tjene deg,
Et troens sinne og at jeg må forbli i deg... 

.: Mid-Winter feast of a Christian man's feast... Do ...

.: Mid-Winter feast of a Christian man's feast... Do ...: Non amnis moriar' The indelible in me.. Now stand face to face with Him who is ! To all my readers - Merry Christmas !

Mid-Winter feast of a Christian man's feast... Do you accept the child, the mild, then it's spirit take you in hand and bring your feet to al-fountain of life...

Non amnis moriar'




The indelible in me..
Now stand face to face with Him who is !


To all my readers - Merry Christmas !

.: Midtvinter-blot eller kristenmannsgilde --- Tar du...

.: Midtvinter-blot eller kristenmannsgilde --- Tar du...: Non amnis moriar' - Det uutslettelige i meg Står nå ansikt til ansikt med Han som Er ! Til alle mine lesere - God Jul !

Midtvinter-blot eller kristenmannsgilde --- Tar du imot barnet, det milde, da vil dets ånd ta deg i hånd og føre din fot til al-livets kilde...

Non amnis moriar' -


Det uutslettelige i meg
Står nå ansikt til ansikt med Han som Er !


Til alle mine lesere - God Jul !

.: Det er bedre å være herre i et lite hus enn slave ...

.: Det er bedre å være herre i et lite hus enn slave ...: Hvorfor ble det sagt om akkurat denne dagen: "Og Gud så at alt Han hadde gjort, var overmåte godt?" Motsies ikke dette av historien ? Se...

Det er bedre å være herre i et lite hus enn slave i et stort... Nå i disse juletider vet vi at det trives ikke mus i et mat-løst hus...

Hvorfor ble det sagt om akkurat denne dagen:
"Og Gud så at alt Han hadde gjort, var overmåte godt?"
Motsies ikke dette av historien ?
Se bare på det tyvende århundre ! 
Og ikke bare det syvende !
Og likevel kan ikke noe århundre overskygge 
sannheten om bildet og lignelsen.

Med denne sannheten lukket han seg en gang inne.
"Så skapte Gud mennesket i sitt bilde,
Som et bilde på Gud skapte Han"
Ja hva skapte han ?

God helg !

.: But it's a long, long while from May to December; ...

.: But it's a long, long while from May to December; ...: We all look forward to decorate the Christmas tree... Women are really much nicer than men: No wonder we like them, Or... To al...

But it's a long, long while from May to December; and the days grow short - When you reach Christmas. And now we look to the spring...

We all look forward to decorate
the Christmas tree...

Women are really much nicer than men:
No wonder we like them, Or...

To all my reading friends,
Please have a nice Christmas.

.: What is life? a frenzy. what is life ? An illusion...

.: What is life? a frenzy. what is life ? An illusion...: My gesture that destroys The hill of ants The ants might think's inflicted by some godly being But I do not take myself to be divine.....

What is life? a frenzy. what is life ? An illusion, a shadow, a fiction. And the greatest good is of slight worth, as all life is a dream, and dreams are dreams...

My gesture that destroys
The hill of ants


The ants might think's inflicted by some godly being
But I do not take myself to be divine...


And so perhaps the gods,
Whether they are or not,


Simply because they're greater than we
Are taken for our gods...


Wherever the truth may lie,
May we each avoid


Full faith, perhaps unfunded,
In those we do believe are gods.

"My gesture for fiction" Or...

.: Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, - Out...

.: Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, - Out...: You ask if they were happy during Christmas time ? This is not a characteristic of a poor European. To be contented - that's for the cows...

Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, - Out where the smile dwells a little longer... That's where the Christmas begun...

You ask if they were happy during Christmas time ?
This is not a characteristic of a poor European.
To be contented - that's for the cows... Or ?

.: What of the faith and fire within us - Men who mar...

.: What of the faith and fire within us - Men who mar...: "Men was pale thin and appeared physically to be very imperfectly developed. Men had a narrow and contracted chest and was inclined to sto...

What of the faith and fire within us - Men who march away - Ere the barn-cocks say - Night is growing grey, To hazards whence no tears can win us; Men who march away ?

"Men was pale thin and appeared physically to be

very imperfectly developed. Men had a narrow and 

contracted chest and was inclined to stoop"

"---Men was inclined to be morbid."


"---Men regarded as brilliantly clever as boys."


"---What happens with men during the march?"

.: Hjertets toner i denne juletid...

.: Hjertets toner i denne juletid...: Vidunderlige indre følelse, hva er det Et instrument der inne med vidt forskjellige toner. Ja i sannhet er der et ånd'lig instrument ...

Hjertets toner i denne juletid...

Vidunderlige indre følelse, hva er det
Et instrument der inne med
vidt forskjellige toner.


Ja i sannhet er der et ånd'lig instrument
som gir forskjellige toner, når Herren
det får stemt.


Da han som hjertet laget har...
Har fått det til sin bolig så blir den
han bor hos med tonene fortrolig.


Nå kjenner jeg hans anslag, liksom jeg
kjenner røsten, titt slår han an de toner,
hvor jeg finner trøsten.


Forties skal det ikke, at tonene i hjertet
er ikke bare fryd, men stundom også
smerte.


Det tåler ingen tyngde, det må ei bli klemt
ti straks så er det ustemt,
det ånd'lig' instrument.

.: Til underretning: De av meg utsendte og signerte ...

.: Til underretning: De av meg utsendte og signerte ...

Til underretning: De av meg utsendte og signerte Julekort, til mine venner (er ikke sikker på at jeg har noen!) poststemplet Moss 2000 og pålydende "God Jul" gjelder fortsatt og inntil videre... Nye vil bli sendt ut ved århundreskifte.

.: What d'you hold holy ? For Christmas. Where is you...

.: What d'you hold holy ? For Christmas. Where is you...: I don't pray for power Nor for gold in a shower. Enough for all... Dear to our soul To be understood And turned to good ! For all the...

What d'you hold holy ? For Christmas. Where is your Base ? Who is your model ? " Love thy neighbour ?Sing glory to life ?" And what if I'm unable ?

I don't pray for power
Nor for gold in a shower.
Enough for all...
Dear to our soul
To be understood
And turned to good !
For all their twist and for all their turns,
All their delusions,
All their illusions
And all with which every spirit burns.
Only love can open up hearts,
Before Christmas 
We all need lots and lots of love...