.: Drivkraften styrke - - - en ide satt i system

.: Drivkraften styrke - - - en ide satt i system: "Helt alene, kun meg selv, Jeg er glad alikevel! Shakespeare sa: False to my nature? Rather say I play ... The man I am. Ha en god ..."

Drivkraften styrke - - - en ide satt i system

Helt alene, kun meg selv,
Jeg er glad alikevel!

Shakespeare sa:
False to my nature?
Rather say I play ...
The man I am.


Ha en god Dag !

.: Barefoot over the earth!

.: Barefoot over the earth!: "Shavings curl on the beach Which berry-smells fill. A cottage grows up On Sintras hill In half-an-hour`s walk From the village My ..."

Barefoot over the earth!

Shavings curl on the beach
Which berry-smells fill.
A cottage grows up
On Sintras hill


In half-an-hour`s walk
From the village
My life like a legend
Begins all over.


Not for loafers to envy-
To no haven or cove.
Like a rank-and-file trooper
I go to the Sintra hill
With the convent of Penia

I dream:
At a distance
From everyday din
To acquire birds ` keen vision
Unknown to us men.


But if anyone comes
With intentions black,
It will show to such folks
Not its front, but its back.

Please my friends have a fantastic night !

.: Good afternoon to all my friends!

.: Good afternoon to all my friends!: "Remember there is always a certain risk in being alive, and if you are more alive there is more risk. Nothing ever becomes real till it ..."

Good afternoon to all my friends!

Remember there is always a certain risk in being alive,

and if you are more alive there is more risk.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced!

My heart is singing like a morning bird.

A great hope from the gods comes down to me

And bids my heart to sutler sense be stirred

And think not that strange evil of thee

That to think thee mortal would be

People changed in their hearts

Changed all the greenery...

But those are my native parts

My dream, so precious to me

My home, my sanctuary!

.: Vår og sommer

.: Vår og sommer: "Og nå står bjerkene i brudeslør, og fuglene er servitører ! Og så har alle sin egen stemme fått, Selv breen smiler og klukker Og alle ..."

Vår og sommer

Og nå står bjerkene i brudeslør,
og fuglene er servitører !
Og så har alle sin egen stemme fått,
Selv breen smiler og klukker
Og alle har sine yndefulle sanger,
Bekkene klukker fra fugle munn,
Planter i skrud - er vi ikke fine ...
Den Gud må være stor,
Som har slike mussikanter ...


Ved morgen og aftentid da viser
Guds himmel glede i glans og
gylden stemning ...

And now the birches in the bridal veil,
And the birds are waiters!
And so have all been given their own voice.
Although the glacier smiles and gurgles.
And everyone has their graceful songs.
The streams gurgles from the bird`s mouth,
Plants in the garb - are we not nice ...
The God must be great?
Who have such players ...


At the morning and then shows afternoon
God`s joy in heaven and glory for golden spirit...

To all my friends, please have a nice morning!

.: A dream

.: A dream: "Then a dream from my young days Come to me in my rocking chars I dream on my best time in my life Then I take my stick, my hat And go t..."

A dream

Then a dream from my young days
Come to me in my rocking chars
I dream on my best time in my life
Then I take my stick, my hat
And go to my dear friend.
I walk on, as good as I can dream
Even with a bad knee
I rest in my dreams
It would not stop
I still dream on you my friend
And to you my friend, I give you...
You deserve it...

Somebody missing ?

.: Vann:

.: Vann:: "Hva er det? Så skal en stråleglans fra deg igjen avspeiles her i oss? Ti når jeg deg i hjerte bær, da ses det av hvis slekt jeg er..."

Vann:

Hva er det?


Så skal en stråleglans fra deg
igjen avspeiles her i oss?


Ti når jeg deg i hjerte bær,
da ses det av hvis slekt jeg er.
Ei noen det forklare kan,
en drikk av dette livets vann.
Ti den skjulte manna er,
du din kjære selv beskjær...

Ingen ting er skjult uten at det skal fram!

Ingen ting er gjemt uten at det skal bli kjent og komme for en dag!


Life is not worth having, with all it can give; For something
beyond it poor man sure must live!


We live on, but don`t understand the life!
Whether to suffer - so odd ! ---
Or to triumph ?
Be jealous or offer ---
My thanks to "GOD"
I don`t understand either him or myself...
Life`s come to a standstill...
My room is cluttered!
I need to clean!
Do I...
I need to get order!
Do I...
Can`t work...
Can`t sleep...
Can`t breathe...
Can`t write...
Can`t walk...
Can`t smile...
Can`t talk...
CAN LOVE!!!
Who knows how many days I have before I get my house in order???

A missing friend!

A rose by a mossy stone
A hidden old house
Half-hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky like you.


You lived unknown in ??? town,
when you ceased to be;
But, she is in ???, and, oh,
The difference to me!
I miss my friend...
So fare away.
But the bird`s fly,
and I wish I was a bird.

Resept på: "Vino Romano"

I følge de "Gamle Romere" lagde de en "gift" som var verre en midelaldrens Aqua Tofana
Kanskje dagens "finsesmekere" burde tenke seg om før de kommer med sine anbefalinger.


Resept på "Vino Romano"


De brygger noe nå!
På druer og noe annet,
som nok ser ut som vin,
Men smaker rent forbannet;
Til Hodet går det ei,
Gjør ikke barmen varm;
Men hvor det kommer hen,
Det vekker stor allarm.


Kanskje dagens vin "forstårseg på" burde prøve å få mer
kunskap om vin ???   
Jeg bare spør !!!




Ha en god dag!

Verdier av ...

Hvem er herre over ting?...
Men dette livet har vi arvet
En selvfølge? Verdier ...
Lik en som vant i Lotto ...


Hvem blir skuffet?
Hvem får straff?
Hvem vant?
Ingenting er gratis!...


Hvem arbeider for ting?
Hvem får ting?
Hvem setter pris på ting?...
Uten arbeid ingen ting ...
Den som arbeider og samler ...
Gir de vakreste ting?...


Store og små ting
For noen svært vanlig
For noen verdt hundrevis
Men for tusenvis ingen ting ...


Bare de som kjemper for sannheten
Vet de om livets verdi ...
Er det verdighet? ...
En kjenner seg selv ved å erobre ...


Den sanne verdien
Det som bærer alle
Det er den største dimensjonen
Hva er det for oss! ...

Tanker! Tenke er det lov?

I`ll never believe that wild things cannot speak,
Those songbirds can`t think but can only sing,
That the sly fox has instincts and nothing else,
And a bee doesn't know what it`s doing, poor thing.
We know, We think, We believe, We love! 
We are unique! We think?

Just try and venture alone to a grove,
Under the fir-trees dense canopy hide,
And penetrate into the life around,
Casting prejudice for a while aside,
There`ll be no room in our hart left for pride?
By sudden timidity petrified.

Does it become Nature`s lord to divide?
Living things into lower and higher?
At times even lord`s brains leave much to desire,
All`s relative, surely, it can`t be denied.

On the road again! Or only fantasy...

With a heart of furious fantasies,

Whereof I am commander;

With a burning spear,

And a horse of air,

To the wilderness I wander.

Western wind, when will thou blow,

The horse on the road again...

Happy are they, who know but one love,
Like those who believe in one god above;
The fire in my soul never fades away,
In nothing they do, do they go half way?


Falling in love once and for all in our age,
Means choosing one`s road and setting one`s goal,
Setting down certain and stable,
To do one`s lifework as best one`s able.
In our age we have hope!
Why not play?

What wee gave, wee have;
What wee spent, we had;
What wee kept, wee lost.

Please my friends have a nice day!

Hvem hvet? Elgen eller?

Happy are they, who know but one love,
Like those who believe in one god above;
The fire in my soul never fades away.
In nothing they do, do they go half way?


Falling in love once and for all in our age,
Means choosing one`s road and setting one`s goal,
Setting down certain and stable,
To do one`s lifework as best one`s able.
In our age we have hope!
Like the Elg how are looking above.

Tiden; tiden går...

The Hourglass:
The sand lay still and the sunshine scorched
Its yellow, loose pate, all a shine.
One pinch was soldered in glass with a torch;
No watch
How the sand measures time.


Not for years - just for minutes the hourglass will run,
Yet time we control within it;
When the sand runs out, turn the glass upside down
And the end will become the beginning.
I feel you are the beginning of my life my friend!
Every time we meet it is the beginning!

Lite hus er lett å fylle !

The tones of the Lord


I have butifull feelings inside my body
What is that ?
An instrument inside with different tones;


Yes in truth it is a spiritual instrument
How gives different tones,
when the Lord get it toned!


When he how the hart has build,
Has taken it to his permanent house!
The person how has taken him in his house
Get custom to his tones!


Now I feel his and hers harts,
As I know the tones,
You know the tones I can find comfort in;


All should know that the tones in the hart,
Not only are happy but,
Also from time to time very painfully;


So I tone my hart in my Lords name,
and also his instrument again,
The tones conducted by you my friends.


O"Lord let me with you seated,
And listened to your words and tones,
And than get me peach with my soul.

La den gå foran som veien vet !

Trist! ikke så veldig, bare litt
Forbannet-Ja vell, ikke så veldig, bare litt
Lei ! - Absolutt ikke
Dagdrømme nei, ikke så veldig


Sjalusi nei, er det en dagdrøm
En som elsker og er redd
Usikkerheten om kjærlighet
De skjøre flammer
Forsvinner i smerte


Ikke fantasi, det er for dumt
Lover skjønnhet, det er tull
Rosene ... dufter de ?
Når det er ekte kjærlighet
Er du skjønn og dufter som roser
Hvis det er gjensidighet
Er det ingen plass for
Sjalusi og Tristhet


En sier at kjærlighet gjør blind
Sjalusi er blindhet
Det er satans verk
Ens ego gjør blind og utmattelse
Nesten alle er i stand til det


Visdom gjør folk bedre
La oss leve for hverandre
Hjelp vår neste
Det gjør livet lettere ...

En skal ikke gape større enn munnen tåler!

There was a land, which I suppose,
Where everyone had a crooked nose;


And the crooked nose that everyone had
In no manner did make him sad.


But in that land a man was born
Whose nose more straight and clean was worn;


And the men of that land with a public hate
Killed the man whose nose was straight.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced

No, it`s enough I`ve stood!
It`s time, high time to take flight
Into my northern wood,
Back to its green delight!
Simply to breath ---
To feast my sight!


I`ll rise with the dawn`s first glow
And out in the chill I`ll go.
While here, there is nothing, no!
No spring,
No burrow,
No lair,
Not a trace of anything live,
Anywhere!


People changed in their hearts,
Changed all the greenery ...
But those are my native parts.
My dream, so precious to me,
My home, my sanctuary!

Det finnes alltid en sten å støtte seg på

Den som drikker godt,
skal Gud se.
Den som drikker alt i en slurk,
skal se Gud og Magdalena

Play ---

Know you what it is to be a child?
It is to belive in love.
To belive in belif.
It is to turn pumpkins into coaches,
And mice into horses,
Lowness into loftiness,
Nothing into everything.


The joy of living comes from action,
From making the attempt,
From the effort,
Not from success.

Hvorfor ? Por que ?

Hvorfor?                                                                          Por que?
Hvorfor er verden så kald?                                            Por que o mundo tao frio?
Hvorfor?                                                                          Por que?
Hvorfor er det så mye urett?                                         Por que ha tanta injusticia?
Hvorfor?                                                                          Por que?
Hvorfor er det så stor forskjell i denne verden?           Por que e uma diferenca tao grande neste                                        
                                                                                          mundo
Hvorfor?                                                                          Por que?
Hvorfor er politikere så tåkete?                                    Por que os politicos tao nebuloso?
Hvorfor?                                                                          Por que?
Hvorfor er politikere makt mennesker?                        Por que os politicos poder?
Hvorfor?                                                                          Por que?
Hvorfor er vi egoister?                                                   Por que somos egoistas?
Hvorfor?                                                                          Por que?
Det er pokker ikke lett ---                                              Nao e facil --- Parreira

Gammel ? Nei

Livet forlot en litt etter litt
Det samme som et gammelt kjerrehjul
Som ikke er i bruk lenger
Slik er livet ved en viss alder


Dag i høy alder
Som tiden blir merket
Ikke lenger nyttig
Som et gammelt kjerrehjul


Men i ens øye
Er hjulet aldri dødt
I dag skjønt foreldet
Men mye av en selv en ga til
samfunnet ...


Vi gamle gir en hånd ...
Alltid med stor ydmykhet
Ved å tjene samfunnet
Men samfunnet har det bruk
For et gammelt kjerrehjul ?

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced

Rivers
Manny rivers run
Down to many seas
All my cares are one:
On what river of these
Could my heart have peach?
Two banks to each river.
None where I may stray
Hearing the rushes shiver
And seeing the river ever
Pass, yet seem to stay.


Maybe there is another
River, but far in Me.
There I may meet the Brother
Of my eternity:
In what God will this be ?
Nothing; all the leavs, Fallen from the tree.
To what grives in me.

Livet

There is always a certain risk in being alive,
and if you are more alive there is more risk...

Joy

Best of all is all the joy
The joy for actually nothing!
Not for anything even you can or will
Joy for nothing and joy for everything and all!
Joy: because you are you!
Have a very joyful day my friends!
I am thinking on you with joy.

Dagens tanker !

We pass and dream
Earth smiles
Viritue 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...