.: Say not the struggle nought availeth. The labour a...

.: Say not the struggle nought availeth. The labour a...: If hopes were dupes, fears may be liar's; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, bu...

.: Truth, like torch, the more it's shook it shines.....

.: Truth, like torch, the more it's shook it shines.....: When I was not yet born poetry and stars already existed. Poetry and astrology  will remain when I'm no longer ... It is in everyt...

.: De gode, så vel som de onde ord, --- snart er det ...

.: De gode, så vel som de onde ord, --- snart er det ...: Nå vil vi drikke og danse Pynte oss med nye sko; Det er så godt å gjøre For nå er det fest !

.: In you ...

.: In you ...: You little rose, rose-let, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as through I'll ...

In you ...

You
little rose,
rose-let,
at times,
tiny and naked,
it seems
as though you would fit
in one of my hands,
as through I'll clasp you like this
and carry you to my mouth,
but 
suddenly
my feet
touch your feet
and my mouth your lips:
you have grown,
your shoulders rise like two hills,
your breasts wander over my ...
my arm scarcely manages to encircle 
the thin new-moon line of your...
in love you have loosened yourself like 
sea water:
I can scarcely measure the sky's
most spacious eyes and I learn down
to your mouth to kiss the earth...
And...
As you know
I have named you the queen.
There are taller ones than you,
taller...
There are purer ones than you,
purer...
There are lovelier than you,
lovelier...

.: Oh Guitarra !

.: Oh Guitarra !: La Guitarra                                                    The Guitar Empieza el llanto                                   ...

.: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...

.: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...: Sus ojos en las umbras se empanan de inmensa noche. En los recodos del aire  cruje la aurora salobre. Un cielo de mulos blancos da...

.: Life is a house in ruins...

.: Life is a house in ruins...: And we mean to fix it up  and make it snug. With our hands we knock it  into shape to the very top. Like our life's... Two in ...

.: What can I give him, Poor as I am ? If I were a sh...

.: What can I give him, Poor as I am ? If I were a sh...: I lent upon a coppice gate When Frost was specter-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine...

.: If I had your smile awaiting me...

.: If I had your smile awaiting me...: If I had your smile awaiting me, the train would recite, across the flat fields of Europe, the syllables of your name. If I had you...

.: Life is a house in ruins...

.: Life is a house in ruins...: And we mean to fix it up  and make it snug. With our hands we knock it  into shape to the very top. Like our life's... Two in ...

.: 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...

.: 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 me...

.: That innuendos Will serve him no longer in verse o...

.: That innuendos Will serve him no longer in verse o...: Do not despair For Johnny-head-in-air; He sleeps as sound As Johnny underground Fetch out no shroud For Johnny-in-the-cloud; And kee...

.: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, En wrought ...

.: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, En wrought ...: The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent spontaneous joy and natural content out of my heart....

.: 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 !

.: My heart is singing like a morning bird. A great h...

.: My heart is singing like a morning bird. A great h...: My love, My love, My god-love ! Let me kiss... On thy cold lips thy hot lips now immortal, Greeting thee at Death's portal's hap...

.: Life is a house in ruins...

.: Life is a house in ruins...: And we mean to fix it up  and make it snug. With our hands we knock it  into shape to the very top. Like our life's... Two in ...

Life is a house in ruins...

And we mean to fix it up 
and make it snug.
With our hands we knock it 
into shape to the very top.
Like our life's...

Two in touch. That's the craft
we nurture in folding doubled flesh
on a frame.
Like our life's...

Conjoining the smooth couplings
that sometimes arch into one.
Like our life's...

Aslant above a cold world,
hollow wood wafting passion.
Then stock still for a time.
Like our life's...

And how clear-cut the roof,
creaking live at times,
as it childes the worm to keep
off and await its turn.
Like our life's...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...: Pequeña rosa, rosa pequeña a veces, diminuta y desnuda, parece que en una mano mia cabes, que asi voy a cerrarte y llevarte a m...

.: The Gypsy Nun... Silence of lime and myrtle. Mallo...

.: The Gypsy Nun... Silence of lime and myrtle. Mallo...: The church growls in the distance, like a bear on its back. How well she embroiders with that  grace ! On the straw cloth she w...

.: Hvorfor ? Por que ?

.: Hvorfor ? Por que ?: Hvorfor?                                                                          Por que? Hvorfor er verden så kald?                      ...

.: 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 ...

.: Til en følsom venn !

.: Til en følsom venn !: Gå igjennom mørket for å gi et sterkt  'God-dag' til dine hender... Innerst i mine tanker sitter alle gode ting, som lys som ...

.: What can I give him, Poor as I am ? If I were a sh...

.: What can I give him, Poor as I am ? If I were a sh...: I lent upon a coppice gate When Frost was specter-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine...

.: The Gypsy Nun... Silence of lime and myrtle. Mallo...

.: The Gypsy Nun... Silence of lime and myrtle. Mallo...: The church growls in the distance, like a bear on its back. How well she embroiders with that  grace ! On the straw cloth she w...

The Gypsy Nun... Silence of lime and myrtle. Mallows in the fine grasses. With the nun embroiders wallflowers on straw cloth. In the grey chandelier seven prism-birds fly...

The church growls in the distance,
like a bear on its back.
How well she embroiders with that 
grace !

On the straw cloth
she would like to embroider
the flowers on her fantasy.
What a sunflower !
what a magnolia of sequins
and ribbons !

Think ...
What crocuses and what moons
on the altar-cloth of mass !
Five grapefruit's sweeten
in the nearby kitchen.
The five wounds of Christ
picket in the Holy land.
Through the nun's eyes
two horsemen gallop.

A last muffled murmur
undoes her blouse
and while she looks at hills
and clouds in the rigid distance,
her heart of sugar and lemon
verbena breaks.

Oh !
What a steep plain
with twenty suns up above.
What standing rivers her
fantasy glimpses !

But she goes on with her flowers,
while,
standing in the breeze,
light plays chess
high in the lattice...

.: God Jul - Merry Christmas - ¡Feliz Navidad - Feliz...

.: God Jul - Merry Christmas - ¡Feliz Navidad - Feliz...: Thank you all my readers ! When your hands go out, love, toward mine, what do they bring me flying ? Why did they stop at my mout...

.: God Jul - Merry Christmas - ¡Feliz Navidad - Feliz...

.: God Jul - Merry Christmas - ¡Feliz Navidad - Feliz...: Thank you all my readers ! When your hands go out, love, toward mine, what do they bring me flying ? Why did they stop at my mout...

God Jul - Merry Christmas - ¡Feliz Navidad - Feliz Natal - С Рождеством - Frohe Weihnachten

Thank you all my readers !

When your hands go out,
love,
toward mine,
what do they bring me flying ?
Why did they stop
at my mouth, 
suddenly,
why do I recognize them,
as if before they existed
they had passed over
my life...

Their softness came
flying over time,
over the sea,
over the smoke,
over the spring,
and when you placed
your hands on my chest,
I hope for peace on our planet.

All the years of my life
I walked around looking
for peace.
I went up the stairs,
I cross the roads,
train carried me,
waters brought me,
but I can not find the
Peace.
People starving,
people frees, 
people fight each other.
What are we doing ?
Let us hope for peace...

.: "Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morni...

.: "Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morni...: What's the best thing in the world ? Roses ? Love? Faith ? Or... Sweet south-wind, that means no rain; Truth, not cruel to a ...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...: Pequeña rosa, rosa pequeña a veces, diminuta y desnuda, parece que en una mano mia cabes, que asi voy a cerrarte y llevarte a m...

.: Between lips and voice something is dying---someth...

.: Between lips and voice something is dying---someth...: Curve of the belly, hidden and open like a fruit or a wound. After eaten... Sweet naked knee leaning against my knees. After S......

.: You give me the light and you are illuminated, you...

.: You give me the light and you are illuminated, you...: ... Harlequin... Powerful voice of water on fire, to day, the day of harlequin. The solemn,deliberate, hoarse, pure voice of ...

.: Livet... There is always a certain risk in being a...

.: Livet... There is always a certain risk in being a...: Drivkraftens styrke... En ide satt i system.

.: Han tok det som en mann... Og skyldte på sin kone....

.: Han tok det som en mann... Og skyldte på sin kone....: Lykkelig ? Jo, det har visst hendt i stunder da jeg minst av alt tenkte på noe så frøkenfint som lykke. Hos kvinnen er alt hjertet, ti...

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

.: False to my nature ? Rather say I play... The man ...: The lost time; We count hours and days Stress or the same as... What time... we need to live ? On this earth is precious time, why ? ...

.: Alkohol gjør meg edru. Etter noen slurker wisky sl...

.: Alkohol gjør meg edru. Etter noen slurker wisky sl...: Error has never approached my spirit. Moralitat ist Heerden-Instinkt in Einzelen. (Morality is the herd-instinct in the individual) ...

.: Wo die Libe herrscht, da gibt es keinen Machtwille...

.: Wo die Libe herrscht, da gibt es keinen Machtwille...: Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other...

.: You give me the light and you are illuminated, you...

.: You give me the light and you are illuminated, you...: ... Harlequin... Powerful voice of water on fire, to day, the day of harlequin. The solemn,deliberate, hoarse, pure voice of ...

.: To speak is to show too much consideration for oth...

.: To speak is to show too much consideration for oth...: 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 ...

To speak is to show too much consideration for others. Fish and Oscar Wilde both died via the mouth...

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,
from my selves ?
And I really live !
I think ?

.: In you the earth... En ti la tierra.

.: In you the earth... En ti la tierra.: Little rose, rose-let, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as though I'll clasp y...

.: If I had your smile awaiting me...

.: If I had your smile awaiting me...: If I had your smile awaiting me, the train would recite, across the flat fields of Europe, the syllables of your name. If I had you...

.: Who believes in them ? Politicians ? Who believes ...

.: Who believes in them ? Politicians ? Who believes ...: SHIT ! No money for Christmas ? I think... No job... SHIT ! Europe is thirsty for Creativity ! Young people are hungry for the Fut...

Who believes in them ? Politicians ? Who believes in their counterparts ? All are to blame for the failure of everything ! Completely, utterly, and unequivocally :

SHIT !
No money for Christmas ? I think...
No job...
SHIT !

Europe is thirsty for Creativity !
Young people are hungry for the Future !
Europe wants the Politician's who will 
consciously forge the unconscious destiny 
for the young generation's.

.: For Christmas Praise to the Rich ...

.: For Christmas Praise to the Rich ...: And so, making clear in advance I know there are miles ... between us; and I reckon myself with the tramps, which is a place of honou...

For Christmas Praise to the Rich ...

And so, making clear in advance
I know there are miles ... between us;
and I reckon myself with the tramps,
which is a place of honour in the world.

Under the wheels of luxury, at
table with cripples and hunchbacks...
From the top of the bell-tower roof,               
I proclaim it:
I love the rich.

For their rotten, unsteady root
for the damage done in their cradle
for the absent-minded way their hands
go in and out of their pockets:
Oh'yes I like to spend, but have nothing
I think...

Merry Christmas...

.: Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, er...

.: Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, er...: Do you question the young children in the sorrow, why their tears are falling so ?--- The old man may weep for his to-morrow which is...

.: Første trinn er å be om det !... Send en beskjed t...

.: Første trinn er å be om det !... Send en beskjed t...: Hva er det egentlig du ønsker ? Sett deg ned og noter det på et papirark... Skriv i nåtid. Du kan for eksempel begynne med å skrive...

Første trinn er å be om det !... Send en beskjed til universet !... La universet få vite hva du ønsker ?...

Hva er det egentlig du ønsker ?
Sett deg ned og noter det på et
papirark...
Skriv i nåtid.
Du kan for eksempel begynne
med å skrive:
Jeg er så lykkelig og takknemlig 
for at jeg bor i Norge.
Trenger ikke gaver...
Forklar for deg selv:
hvordan du vil at livet ditt skal være.

Ditt ønske er din lov !

.: In Syria they wanted to bury that word 'peace' ......

.: In Syria they wanted to bury that word 'peace' ......: I dug and dug night and day on your grave and I rebuilt you. I raised your breast from the dust, the mouth I adored from the ashes...

.: The search and the question are vain. By use of th...

.: The search and the question are vain. By use of th...: Is the world like chess ? You win and lose ? Slow flapping in the setting sun by twos and trees, in wavering rows. As twilight sha...

.: Desemberdagen spenner ikke buen for høyt. Sakte ru...

.: Desemberdagen spenner ikke buen for høyt. Sakte ru...: Som om dager kan bli gamle. Dagene er morgen-gremmelse og gry tumult og taushet  stundom latter stundom lede og spenning støtt. Da...

Desemberdagen spenner ikke buen for høyt. Sakte rusler solen korteste vei over jordene. Forsvinner i frossen skog. Stille går natt-søster runden.

Som om dager kan bli gamle.
Dagene er morgen-gremmelse og gry tumult
og taushet 
stundom latter
stundom lede
og spenning støtt.
Dager kommer igjen.

.: In Syria they wanted to bury that word 'peace' ......

.: In Syria they wanted to bury that word 'peace' ......: I dug and dug night and day on your grave and I rebuilt you. I raised your breast from the dust, the mouth I adored from the ashes...

In Syria they wanted to bury that word 'peace' ...They covered it in darkness, in politic fog, they arrested it and locked it up, they beat it to a pulp, they spattered it with a martyr's blood, they interrogated it, and threw it into the deep sea, weighing it down with a stone tied to every syllable...

I dug
and dug
night and day
on your grave
and I rebuilt you.
I raised your breast from the dust,
the mouth I adored from the ashes,
reconstructed
your arms and your legs and your eyes,
your hair of twisted metal
and I gave you life ... and guns.
and that,
my love,
is just the way they can destroy more.
Kill more.
Now you can understand how
hate
destroy a country.

.: Song less your life now - Starless and fooled you ...

.: Song less your life now - Starless and fooled you ...: Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go ye...

.: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...

.: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...: I fjellet Fjellet stiger mot himmelen, stivnet og stum av sinne. Dypt der nede er dalen innhyllet i et slør av tåke. Stormer ru...

.: Om jeg kan glemme ? Ja/Nei ! Din kjære stemme sit ...

.: Om jeg kan glemme ? Ja/Nei ! Din kjære stemme sit ...: Og lytt, min due, til livets røster og gledens sanger, jo mer du lytter. Og du kan bli ? Ja bli ? Jo før jo heller... Men hils din s...

.: Jeg drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår...

.: Jeg drakk den synd som fødes, blek som en tørr vår...: Det jeg skrev var romantisk tvang. For de jeg vil fanges i et dødens  skinn av et ord ! Oppleve klangen av en kjensle som engang var. ...

.: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...

.: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...: Eine aktive Linie, die sich frei ergeht, ein Spaziergang um seiner selbst willen, ohne Ziel. Das agens ist ein Punkt, der sich versch...

.: In the depths of the deep sea, in the night of lon...

.: In the depths of the deep sea, in the night of lon...: Lodge me at your back, oh shelter me, appear to me in your mirror, suddenly, upon the solitary, nocturnal pane, sprouting from the...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...: Pequeña rosa, rosa pequeña a veces, diminuta y desnuda, parece que en una mano mia cabes, que asi voy a cerrarte y llevarte a m...

.: 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 instrume...

.: Fandens gebursdag er fanden så fin, selv om den og...

.: Fandens gebursdag er fanden så fin, selv om den og...: Jo større mannefall, dess flere harpestrenger, og higen etter ry gjør hjertet koldt og hårdt. Mitt råd er ganske enkelt: En skal opp...

.: Everything softly hums, the same. The wind stops b...

.: Everything softly hums, the same. The wind stops b...: The time I've spent dreaming--- Years and years of my life ! Ah, how much of my past Was only the false life Of a future I imagi...

.: The search and the question are vain. By use of th...

.: The search and the question are vain. By use of th...: Is the world like chess ? You win and lose ? Slow flapping in the setting sun by twos and trees, in wavering rows. As twilight sha...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...: Pequeña rosa, rosa pequeña a veces, diminuta y desnuda, parece que en una mano mia cabes, que asi voy a cerrarte y llevarte a m...

.: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...

.: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...: Under the wheels of luxury... And so, making clear in advance I know there are miles   between us; and I reckons myself with the tra...

.: Laughter is nothing else but sudden glory arising ...

.: Laughter is nothing else but sudden glory arising ...: Nothing really wrong with us--- only anno domini, but that's the most fatal complain of all, in the end...

Laughter is nothing else but sudden glory arising from some sudden conception of some eminency in ourselves, by comparison with the infirmity of others, or with our own formerly. ! ?

Nothing really wrong with us---
only anno domini,
but that's the most fatal complain of all,
in the end...

.: What sorrow ! I am turning into, I lost my dog "Tu...

.: What sorrow ! I am turning into, I lost my dog "Tu...: Far below the river sings: A ruffle of sky and leaves. The new light is crowned with flowers. Oh sorrow of my dog ! Clean sor...

.: In you the earth... En ti la tierra.... En ti la t...

.: In you the earth... En ti la tierra.... En ti la t...: Liten rose, liten rose til tider liten og naken, det virker som om du vil passe i en av mine hender, som om jeg skal holde deg og...

In you the earth... En ti la tierra.... En ti la tierra. Du en del av jorden...

Liten
rose,
liten rose
til tider
liten og naken,
det virker
som om du vil passe i en av mine hender,
som om jeg skal holde deg og bære deg til munnen min,
men
plutselig
føttene berører føttene og min munn dine lepper:
du har vokst,
skuldrene stiger som to åser,
brystene dine vandrer over mitt bryst,
mine armer
klarer knapt å holde kring din tynne nye midje;
Din kjærlighet har løsnet som bølger i havet,
ser dine øyne som en fjern sky 
og jeg bøyer meg ned med mine lepper for å kysse jorden.

.: In you the earth... En ti la tierra.

.: In you the earth... En ti la tierra.: Little rose, rose-let, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as though I'll clasp y...

In you the earth... En ti la tierra.

Little
rose,
rose-let,
at times,
tiny and naked,
it seems
as though you would fit
in one of my hands,
as though I'll clasp you like this
and carry you to my mouth,
but
suddenly
my feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips:
you have grown,
your shoulders rise like two hills,
your breasts wander over my breast,
my arm scarcely manages to encircle the thin
new-moon line of your waist:
in love you have loosened yourself like sea water;
I can scarcely measure the sky's most spacious eyes
and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...: Pequeña rosa, rosa pequeña a veces, diminuta y desnuda, parece que en una mano mia cabes, que asi voy a cerrarte y llevarte a m...

En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...

Pequeña
rosa,
rosa pequeña
a veces,
diminuta y desnuda,
parece
que en una mano mia
cabes,
que asi voy a cerrarte
y llevarte a mi boca,
pero de pronto
mis pies tocan tus pies y mi boca tus labios;
has crecido,
suben tus hombros como dos colinas,
tus pechos se pasean por mi pecho,
mi brazo alcanza apenas a rodear la delgada
linea de luna nueva que tiene tu cintura:
en el amor como agua de mar te has desatado:
mido apenas los ojos mas extensos del cielo
y me inclino a tu boca besar la tierra.

.: A notch for memory...

.: A notch for memory...: What is going on with me ? Sleep and calm from me both flee. Quite a trifle it may be, yet upsets me dreadfully ! Darling, sailing ...

A notch for memory...

What is going on with me ?
Sleep and calm from me both flee.
Quite a trifle it may be,
yet upsets me dreadfully !

Darling, sailing north to sea,
parting with me tenderly,
left a fir-tree marked for me
with a notch for memory.

"If it's overgrown", he said,
"Never will I come back here;
Hurricanes won't spare my head !
Never will I see you, dear!"

So I pine,
poor girl,
once gay;
Up the cliffs I climb each day.
Such a trifle,
I must say,
yet each day I waste away.

Every morning without cease
I re-cut that notch again.
Tell me,
oceans,
tell me,
seas,
Seaways shining on the main !
Is he live and hale, and where
does he roam ?
Dispel my care !

Waves roll homeward over seas,
homeward flies the nippy breeze,
Yet my darling can't be seen...

Must I cut fir-tree clean
through the stem, do tell me please ?

Dusk has fallen.
How my heart is aching.
E'en the clock,
it seems to me, has stopped.
What's the good of dreary,
hopeless waiting ?...

.: Adios, sun ! bad weather is on the way...

.: Adios, sun ! bad weather is on the way...: I know for sure that you're  the moon, but I won't tell nobody, sun. You sneak behind the curtain & cover your face ...

.: In the depths of the deep sea, in the night of lon...

.: In the depths of the deep sea, in the night of lon...: Lodge me at your back, oh shelter me, appear to me in your mirror, suddenly, upon the solitary, nocturnal pane, sprouting from the...

In the depths of the deep sea, in the night of long lists, like a horse your silent silent name runs past.

Lodge me at your back,
oh shelter me,
appear to me in your mirror,
suddenly,
upon the solitary,
nocturnal pane,
sprouting from the dark behind you.

Flower of sweet total light,
bring to my call your
mouth of kisses,
violent from separations,
resolute and delicate mouth.

Now then,
in the long run,
from oblivion
to oblivion the rails
reside with me, the cry
of the rain;
what the dark night preserves.

Welcome me in the
threadlike evening,
when at dusk it works upon
its wardrobe and in the sky
a star twinkles filled with
wind.

Bring your substance deep
down to me,
heavily, covering my eyes,
let your existence cut across
me,
supposing that my heart is
destroyed...

.: Do you remember when in winter we reach the island...

.: Do you remember when in winter we reach the island...: The sea raised toward us a crown of cold. On the walls the climbing vines murmured letting dark leaves fall as we passed. You too ...

Do you remember when in winter we reach the island ?...

The sea raised toward us
a crown of cold.
On the walls the climbing vines
murmured letting
dark leaves fall
as we passed.
You too were a little leaf
that trembled on my chest.
Life's wind put you there.
As first I did not see you: I did not know
that you were walking with me,
until your roots
pierced my chest,
joined the threads of my blood,
spoken through my mouth,
flourished with me.
Thus was your inadvertent presence,
invisible leaf or branch,
and suddenly my heart
was filled with fruits and sounds.
You occupied the house
that darkly awaited you
and then you lit the lamps.
Do you remember, my love,
our first steps on the island ?
Do you remember ?
Do you ?
Remember...

.: The search and the question are vain. By use of th...

.: The search and the question are vain. By use of th...: Is the world like chess ? You win and lose ? Slow flapping in the setting sun by twos and trees, in wavering rows. As twilight sha...

.: Wind on the island...

.: Wind on the island...: The wind is a horse: hear how he runs through the sea,  through the sky. He wants to take me: listen how he roves the world to t...

.: Everything softly hums, the same. The wind stops b...

.: Everything softly hums, the same. The wind stops b...: The time I've spent dreaming--- Years and years of my life ! Ah, how much of my past Was only the false life Of a future I imagi...

.: Autumn returns with wet storm and...

.: Autumn returns with wet storm and...: A day in wet mourning falls from the bells like a trembling vague-window cloth, it is a colour, a dream of sherries buried in the ea...

.: Wind on the island...

.: Wind on the island...: The wind is a horse: hear how he runs through the sea,  through the sky. He wants to take me: listen how he roves the world to t...

Wind on the island...

The wind is a horse:
hear how he runs
through the sea, 
through the sky.

He wants to take me:
listen
how he roves the world
to take me far away.

Hide me in your arms
just for this night,
while the rain breaks
against sea and earth
its innumerable mouth.

Listen how the wind
calls to me galloping
to take me far away.

With your brow on my brow,
with your mouth on my mouth,
our bodies tied
to the love that consume us,
let the wind pass
and not take me away.

Let the wind rush
crowned with foam,
let it call to me and seek me
galloping in the shadow,
while I, sunk
beneath your big eyes,
just for this night
shall rest, my love.

.: I do not hunger for a well-stored mind, I only wis...

.: I do not hunger for a well-stored mind, I only wis...: My life is like the single dewy star that trembles on the horizon's primrose-bar,- A microcosm where all things living are. And...

.: Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, er...

.: Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, er...: Do you question the young children in the sorrow, why their tears are falling so ?--- The old man may weep for his to-morrow which is...

.: En skal ikke gape større enn munnen tåler!

.: 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 hi...

.: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...

.: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...: To a Prize Bird You suit me well; for you can make me laugh, Nor are you blinded by the chaff That every wind sends spinning from the r...

.: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...

.: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...: Eine aktive Linie, die sich frei ergeht, ein Spaziergang um seiner selbst willen, ohne Ziel. Das agens ist ein Punkt, der sich versch...

.: If I had your smile awaiting me...

.: If I had your smile awaiting me...: If I had your smile awaiting me, the train would recite, across the flat fields of Europe, the syllables of your name. If I had you...

.: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...

.: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...: Under the wheels of luxury... And so, making clear in advance I know there are miles   between us; and I reckons myself with the tra...

.: Kjærlighet fødes ---, Det er to bølger som møtes, ...

.: Kjærlighet fødes ---, Det er to bølger som møtes, ...: Nå, nå vil vi drikke og danse... Julebord ! Vi sparer hverken på nye sko; Danse, danse rundt ... Det er så godt å vite at nå er d...

Kjærlighet fødes ---, Det er to bølger som møtes, brister med sølvblink i solen og glødes til oss på det øde hav...

Nå,
nå vil vi drikke og danse...
Julebord !
Vi sparer hverken på nye sko;
Danse,
danse rundt ...
Det er så godt å vite
at nå er det ennå
ei Jul...

.: Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, er...

.: Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, er...: Do you question the young children in the sorrow, why their tears are falling so ?--- The old man may weep for his to-morrow which is...

.: What can I give him, Poor as I am ? If I were a sh...

.: What can I give him, Poor as I am ? If I were a sh...: I lent upon a coppice gate When Frost was specter-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine...

.: Adios, sun ! bad weather is on the way...

.: Adios, sun ! bad weather is on the way...: I know for sure that you're  the moon, but I won't tell nobody, sun. You sneak behind the curtain & cover your face ...

Adios, sun ! bad weather is on the way...

I know for sure that you're 
the moon, but I won't tell
nobody,
sun.

You sneak
behind the curtain
& cover your face
with rice powder.
By day, the farmhand's
guitar,
by night, Artist's 
mandolin.
I should care !
Your illusion,
sun,
is to make
the garden
turn Technicolor.

Adios, sun !

And don't forget who loves you:
the snail,
the little old lady
on her balcony,
& me ...
spinning my heart like a ...
top.

Like concentric waves
on the water,
your words,
my words
in my heart.

Adios, sun !

Like a bird that collides
with the wind.
Your kiss
on my lips.
Like open fountains
fronting the night,
my dark eyes
on your skin.

Adios, sun !

I'm caught
in your concentric
circles.
Like Saturn
I lug around
rings
from my dreams.

Adios, sun !

.: I'm dizzy... Dizzy from too much sleeping or too m...

.: I'm dizzy... Dizzy from too much sleeping or too m...: What life... Did I make out of life ? None. No women, no friends, no money, no house, no dog, no nothing... It all happened in the ...

I'm dizzy... Dizzy from too much sleeping or too much thinking or too much of both. All I know is I'm dizzy and I'm not sure if I should get up from my chair or how I would get up from it. I'm dizzy - let's leave it at that.

What life...
Did I make out of life ?
None.
No women, no friends, no money,
no house, no dog, no nothing...
It all happened in the cracks,
it was all approximations,
all a function of the abnormal
and the absurd,
all essentially nothing...
That's why I'm dizzy.

Now
Every morning I wake up
Dizzy...
Yes, literally dizzy...
Unsure of my own name,
Unsure of where I am,
Unsure of what I've been,
Unsure of everything.

But if that's how it is,
that's how it is.
So I remain in the chair,
if I can get up of the bed.
I'm dizzy.
That's right, I'm dizzy.
I remain seated
and dizzy.
Yes, dizzy.
Dizzy...
Dizzy...