The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook...

Nasce um poema qual filho
Que o seu amago produz
Aonde reflecte o brilho
Que a sua alma reluz...
Na magia dum poema
Ditado a simples canta
Ha a mistica suprema
Duma alma de poeta !...

The work is done.
The hammer is laid down.
The artisans, that built the slow-grown town.
Have been succeeded by those who still built.
Politician talks - promising -  nothing happens.
All this is something lack-of-something screening.
Has our politic an `s  any meaning ?
The thought whole has no meaning.
But lies by Time`s wall like a pitcher split.
Thanks for our politic-ans concern...
No taxes, nothing at all.
Let us run ... like a horse.

Det finnes stunder
da alle ord er små,
da lykka er et vårsyn;
Ei solgnist i ei dråpe dogg
som siger langs et strå.