.: Dog of mine, if God is in my verse, I am God. If G...

.: Dog of mine, if God is in my verse, I am God. If G...: Spring...  The bird has come to bring light to birth. From every trill of his, water is born. And between water and light which...

Dog of mine, if God is in my verse, I am God. If God is in your distressed eyes, you are God. No one exists in this immense world of ours that might kneel before us two ! ... So our soul's is an empty carousel at sunset.

Spring... 

The bird has come
to bring light to birth.
From every trill of his,
water is born.

And between water and light
which unwind the air,
now the spring is inaugurated,
now the seed is aware of its
own growing;
the root takes shape in the corolla,
at last the eyelids of the pollen open.

All this accomplished by a simple
bird from his perch on a green branch.

.: Der ewige Freide ist ein Traum, und nicht einmal e...

.: Der ewige Freide ist ein Traum, und nicht einmal e...: Everlasting peace is a dream,  and not even a pleasant one;  Say some... do they think ? Look at Africa... Very bad, how can be summar...

.: Donde deja la luna llena su saco nocturno de harin...

.: Donde deja la luna llena su saco nocturno de harin...: Hvor etterlot fullmånen sin nattlige melsekk? 'The sons of the sons of the son- what will they make of the world? Will they tur...

.: Drømme-sol og Drømme-påske...

.: Drømme-sol og Drømme-påske...: Erindringer bleke minner mot meg i mørket går. Det er, som kan jeg fornemme gjenklang av din stemme og skimt av sol i ditt hår. På...

Drømme-sol og Drømme-påske...

Erindringer bleke minner
mot meg i mørket går.
Det er, som kan jeg fornemme
gjenklang av din stemme og
skimt av sol i ditt hår.

Påske, påske vær...
Fantastisk
Ski
Glade barn
Lek
Det pusler omkring meg av
Småfolk
Glede og Fryd
Solen falle på vårt
Liv
Uvirkelighetens sol.
Nå lyser også i drømmeland.

.: He comes ... Hold out and think a while, once you'...

.: He comes ... Hold out and think a while, once you'...: Remember: This world it is only a desert and a pilgrim feels the look when its cold and stormy winds 've wanted to get stuck in...

He comes ... Hold out and think a while, once you've reached your goal, some silence is now your heart bestowed on the journey toward the target.

Remember:

This world it is only a desert
and a pilgrim feels the look
when its cold and stormy winds
've wanted to get stuck in my soul.
When I lift up my eyes to heaven,
I know that my home is there.

Marvellous inner sense, what is it?
An instrument in there, with far
different tones.
Yes indeed there is a spiritual instrument
providing different tones when someone there
have got it tuned. 

.: Han kommer... Hold ut og tro en stund, snart har d...

.: Han kommer... Hold ut og tro en stund, snart har d...: Husk : Denne verden den er blott en ørken og en pilegrim føler det titt når dens kalde og stormfulle vind har villet seg fast i me...

Han kommer... Hold ut og tro en stund, snart har du nådd målet, litt stillhet er nå ditt hjerte forunt på reisen mot måles ende.

Husk :

Denne verden den er blott en ørken
og en pilegrim føler det titt
når dens kalde og stormfulle vind
har villet seg fast i meg bitt.
Da løfter jeg blikket mot himmelen,
jeg vet at mitt hjem det er der.

Vidunderlige indre følelse, hva er det ?
Et instrument der inne med vidt
forskjellige toner.
Ja i sannhet er der et ånde'lig instrument
som gir forskjellige toner når noen det
får stemt.

.: Hvem vekker solen når den sover på sin brennende s...

.: Hvem vekker solen når den sover på sin brennende s...: The light under the trees, the light from high heaven. The green arbour light that flashes in the leaf and falls like fresh wit...

Hvem vekker solen når den sover på sin brennende senf ? ... Quien despierta al sol cuando duerme sobre su cama abrasadora ?

The light under the trees,
the light from high heaven.
The green
arbour
light
that flashes
in the leaf
and falls like fresh
with sand.

A grasshopper lifts
its sawing sound
over the clearness.

The world 
is a full glass
of water.

And this is
the moral of the world
people:
beauty is twice
beautiful
and goodness is doubly
good
when
it concerns two old
smelly
wool socks
after winter.

.: Yes, yes, yes... Crucify me on your ocean crossing...

.: Yes, yes, yes... Crucify me on your ocean crossing...: Tie me to your voyages as if to stakes, And the sensation of the stakes will enter Through my spine and I'll feel them in a vast, ...

Yes, yes, yes... Crucify me on your ocean crossings and my shoulders will revel in my cross !

Tie me to your voyages as if to stakes,
And the sensation of the stakes will enter
Through my spine and I'll feel them in a vast,
Passive ecstasy !
Do what you like with me,
As loon as it's at sea,
On ship decks, to the sound of waves.
Wound me, rip me open, kill me !
All I want is to take to....?
A soul overflowing with Sea,
Drunk silly on maritime things,
On sailors as well as on anchors, ropes,
On distant coasts as well as on the winds howling,
On the Faraway as well as on the Wharf,
On shipwrecks as well as on peaceful trade operations,
On masts as well as on the waves,
Take to Death - in pain -
A body covered with leeches sucking away,
Covered with strange, absurd, green thoughts!

Make shrouds out of my veins !
Hawsers out of my muscles !
Flay my skin and nail it to the keels !
And let me feel the pain of the nails and never
Stop feeling it !
Make my heart into an Easter flag on my Easter ship.
On a ship telling the all story of Easter and what 
The pain of Easter conduct.

.: I love what I see...

.: I love what I see...: I love what I see because one day I'll stop seeing it. I also love it because it is. In this calm moment when I feel myself By l...

I love what I see...

I love what I see because one day
I'll stop seeing it.
I also love it because it is.
In this calm moment when I feel myself
By loving more than by being,
I love all existence and myself.
No better thing could the primitive gods
Give me, where they to return---
They, who also know nothing.

I will be here...

.: I don't sing of night...

.: I don't sing of night...: I don't sing of night, since in my song The sun I sing of will end in night. I'm aware of all I forget. I sing to forget it....

I don't sing of night...

I don't sing of night, since in my song
The sun I sing of will end in night.
I'm aware of all I forget.
I sing to forget it. (all I forget).
Could I only stop, even if in a dream,
The course of Apollo and know myself,
Even if mad, as the twin
Of an imperishable hour !

.: What matters is love. Sex is just an accident: It ...

.: What matters is love. Sex is just an accident: It ...: A gray but not cold day... A day with Seemingly no patience for being day And which only on an impulse, Out of an empty fit Of dut...

What matters is love. Sex is just an accident: It can be the same - Or different. Man isn't an animal: We/He's an intelligent flesh, though subject to sickness.

A gray but not cold day...
A day with
Seemingly no patience for being day
And which only on an impulse,
Out of an empty fit
Of duty, tempered with irony,
Finaly gives light to a day
Just like me
Or else
Like my heart,
A heart that's empty
Not of emotion
But of pursuing a goal ---
A gray but not a cold heart.

.: I don't believe in anything but the existence of m...

.: I don't believe in anything but the existence of m...: I don't see the outer universe, I don't hear the outer universe, I don't touch the outer universe, I don't understan...

I don't believe in anything but the existence of my sensation; I have no other certainty, not even of the outer universe conveyed to me by those sensations, of my prossesor in my PC.

I don't see the outer universe,
I don't hear the outer universe,
I don't touch the outer universe,
I don't understand my PC,
I don't understand the language,

Because I am a rabbit...
And I don't understand at all. 

.: There is no space wider than of grief, there is no...

.: There is no space wider than of grief, there is no...: I almost thought in my sleep. I almost dreamed in the dust, in the falling rain of the dream. I felt I had old teeth as I fell asle...

There is no space wider than of grief, there is no universe like that which bleeds...

I almost thought in my sleep.
I almost dreamed in the dust,
in the falling rain of the dream.
I felt I had old teeth
as I fell asleep; perhaps little
by little I'm changing,
changing into a horse.

I caught the smell of the rough
grass, of the mountain ranges,
and I galloped toward water,
toward the four stormy
stations of the wind.

Good to ba a horse
loose in the June light
close to the mountains
where the rivers run
tunnelling under the turf-
the air there runs a comb
along a horse's flanks
and the language of leaves
moves in the blood.

.: Of the gods I ask only to be ignored. Without good...

.: Of the gods I ask only to be ignored. Without good...: I don't believe in anything but the existence of my sensations; I have no other certainty, not even of the outer universe conveyed...

Of the gods I ask only to be ignored. Without good or bad luck, I'll be free. like the wind that's the life of the air, which is nothing. Harred and love both seek ous out; Both oppress us, each in its own way. Those to whom the gods grant nothing are free.

I don't believe in anything but the existence of my
sensations; I have no other certainty, not even of the outer
universe conveyed to me by the sensations. I don't touch
the outer universe. I don't hear the outer universe. I don't touch
the outer universe. I see my visual impressions; I hear my
auditory impressions; I touch my tactile impressions; It's
the ears but with the soul that I hear; It's not with the skin
but with the soul that I touch. And if someone should ask
me what the soul is, I'll answer that it's me. Or not ?

This is the memory of my ? I don't know...

.: No one, in the vast and virgin jungle...

.: No one, in the vast and virgin jungle...: No one, in the vast and virgin jungle Of this unreckoned world, ever sees the God he knows. Only what is born upon the wind,  upon t...

No one, in the vast and virgin jungle...

No one, in the vast and virgin jungle
Of this unreckoned world, ever sees
the God he knows.
Only what is born upon the wind, 
upon the wind id heard.
All we ponder, our loves, our gods,
Pass on, because we do.

.: Es verdad que las esperanzas deben regarse con roc...

.: Es verdad que las esperanzas deben regarse con roc...: Ah ! And we, under the indifferent, favourable shade, with a pitcher of wine beside us. And only intent on the gratuitous effort t...

Es verdad que las esperanzas deben regarse con roció ?

Ah !
And we, under the indifferent,
favourable shade,
with a pitcher of wine beside us.
And only intent on the gratuitous effort
that is in a game of chess,
Even if the game's only dream
and being played without a partner...

.: I used your soap two years ago, since then I have ...

.: I used your soap two years ago, since then I have ...: Whatever we make of this useless life Is all the same, whether it's glory, Reputation, love, knowledge or life itself- As if it ...

I used your soap two years ago, since then I have used no other...

Whatever we make of this useless life
Is all the same, whether it's glory,
Reputation, love, knowledge or life itself-
As if it were simply...

.: But I struck one cord of music, Like the sound of ...

.: But I struck one cord of music, Like the sound of ...: Seated one day at the organ, I was weary  and ill at ease, And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys...

.: Any statement is like a cheque drawn on a bank. I...

.: Any statement is like a cheque drawn on a bank. I...: Some quick to arm, some for adventure, some from fear of weakness, some from fear of censure, some for love of slaughter, in          i...

.: Evil is everywhere on earth, and one of its forms ...

.: Evil is everywhere on earth, and one of its forms ...: Whether or not they exist, we're slaves to the gods... I doubt, Therefore I think...

.: Hold ut og tro en liten stund snart har du nådd fr...

.: Hold ut og tro en liten stund snart har du nådd fr...: Denne verden er blott en ørken og en pilegrim føler det titt har villet seg fast i meg bitt. Da løfter jeg blikket mot himmelen, je...

.: Flower... The magnificent willow of the rain was f...

.: Flower... The magnificent willow of the rain was f...: You were rose colour You turned lemon. What design did you see in my hand that seemed to be threatening you ? The apples I wanted ...

Flower... The magnificent willow of the rain was falling. Oh, round moon on white branches !

You were rose colour
You turned lemon.

What design did you see in my hand
that seemed to be threatening you ?

The apples I wanted were the green.
Not the rosy apples...

Lemon...

The afternoon, a crane asleep,
put its other foot down.

Lemon...

Freighting ?
Bee-eating bird.
In the dark of your trees.

Lemon...

.: Y que importancia tengo yo en el tribunal del olvi...

.: Y que importancia tengo yo en el tribunal del olvi...: Solitaire  Over the pianissimo of gold... my lonely poplar. Without some harmonical bird. Over the pianissimo of gold... The...

Y que importancia tengo yo en el tribunal del olvido ? Hva betyr jeg ved glemselens domstol ?

Solitaire 

Over the pianissimo
of gold...
my lonely poplar.

Without some harmonical
bird.

Over the pianissimo of gold...

The river at its feet
runs dark & deep
beneath the pianissimo
of gold...

And I with evening
on my shoulders
like a little lamb
the wolf has slain
beneath the pianissimo
of gold.

.: No going back: I say no going back. I'm I'm my sel...

.: No going back: I say no going back. I'm I'm my sel...: His voice hoarse; And his gaze harsh, He heard the woe of fire-balls in the  Heavens - heavens - heavens. His soul in the grasp of gr...

No going back: I say no going back. I'm I'm my self neither coward nor a reckless fool. Or ?

His voice hoarse;
And his gaze harsh,
He heard the woe of fire-balls in the 
Heavens - heavens - heavens.
His soul in the grasp of grim destiny
And he faced fate and power without
Bounds.

And his voice wound,
His voice and heart a wound,
'Pray', said a friend, before the Cross:
Only one knows pain's mystery,
The mad moment - only God.

And in that place,
Unflinching in that place:
His hands folded together before,
Before what ?
He prayed,
And then brave-hearted he stood up.
For what ?

.: The horrible meal...

.: The horrible meal...: On a dish on the table, nothing but your head in the midst of green and red lettuce--- all the rest gone into other folk's mou...

The horrible meal...

On a dish on the table, nothing but your head
in the midst of green and red lettuce---
all the rest gone into other folk's mouths.
Your eye dead, under its pale window
like a stagnant pond under ice.
And your mouth wide open
stayed
in a posture of weird laughter.
It's as if your destiny amused you,
Having in your turn escaped
thousands of sea mouths,
to be caught by a vermin of the land,
and violanted,stitched with leaves,
crafted by a fine cook
to pleasure the mouth and false teeth
and eyes too, under their fashioned glasses,
carving for every delicacy from sea and land
before I'm a titbit myself for littler vermin.
Isn't that funny ?
Oh, indeed. I hope...

.: " I never kept sheep's "

.: " I never kept sheep's ": I've no ambitions or desires. My try to being a poet isn't an ambition. It's my way of being alone... And if sometimes in m...

.: I'm me, and what the hell can I do about it !... ...

.: I'm me, and what the hell can I do about it !... ...: ?????????????????????????????????? Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned out to be after all, A sort of accessory or left over, T...

.: Once again I see you, But, I see myself also... D...

.: Once again I see you, But, I see myself also... D...: Rise up, rise up, And, as the trumpet blowing Chases the dreams of men, As the dawn glowing The stars that left unlit The land and wat...

.: When I am sad and weary, When I think all hope has...

.: When I am sad and weary, When I think all hope has...: Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face. I in my mind had waited for this long, Seeing the false and searching for the true, Then fo...

.: The new electronic interdependence recreates the w...

.: The new electronic interdependence recreates the w...: I can't remember if I cried When my PC died, but something touched me deep inside. The day the music died... When my PC has gon...

The new electronic interdependence recreates the world in the image of a global village. And the medium is the message. For the name of a man is a numbing blow from which he never recovers.

I can't remember if I cried
When my PC died, but something
touched me deep inside.
The day the music died...

When my PC has gone
There's some say that we wan,
some say that they wan.
Some say that name wan at a', man;
But one thing I'm sure,
that at Sheriffmuri  (PC doctor)
A battle there was which  I saw, man;
And we ran, and they ran, and they ran,
and we ran, and we ran; 
And they ran awa', man!

Bloody...

.: Puedes amarme, silabaría, y darme un beso sustanti...

.: Puedes amarme, silabaría, y darme un beso sustanti...: The absurd --- Like the flower of no-where Never encountered there - awakes In my brain tiered of tiring itself out. My life... God...

Puedes amarme, silabaría, y darme un beso sustantivo ? (Kan du elske meg, stavelse, og gi meg et meningsfullt kyss ?) You can love me, words and substantive kiss me?

The absurd ---
Like the flower of no-where
Never encountered there - awakes
In my brain tiered of tiring itself out.
My life...
God, change it or end it...

.: Om allverden sier nei er det en sol som gryr!

.: Om allverden sier nei er det en sol som gryr!: En stor menighet... Underneath the Arches, I dream my dreams away, Underneath the Arches, On cobbles-stones I lay... You can c...

.: Du gehst zu Frauen ? Vergiss die Peitsche nicht!

.: Du gehst zu Frauen ? Vergiss die Peitsche nicht!: Man is the only creature that  consumes without producing.... Please my friends have a nice time...

.: Som du ingen kjente galskapen uten bot! Langt bort...

.: Som du ingen kjente galskapen uten bot! Langt bort...: Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced... Convent of Peninha Denne verden er blott en ørken, og en pilgrim føler det titt...

.: Der ewige Freide ist ein Traum, und nicht einmal e...

.: Der ewige Freide ist ein Traum, und nicht einmal e...: Everlasting peace is a dream,  and not even a pleasant one;  Say some... do they think ? Look at Africa... Very bad, how can be summar...

.: I know not, care not, for I deem no shame---To hol...

.: I know not, care not, for I deem no shame---To hol...: I do not hunger for a well-stored mind, I only wish to live my life, and find my Heart in unison with all mankind. My life is like t...

.: Hasta cuando hablan los demás si ya hemos hablado ...

.: Hasta cuando hablan los demás si ya hemos hablado ...: Hvor lenge vil de andre snakke når vi allerede har snakket ? How long will the others speak when we have already spoken. Wi...

Hasta cuando hablan los demás si ya hemos hablado nosotros ?

Hvor lenge vil de andre snakke
når vi allerede har snakket ?

How long will the others speak
when we have already spoken.

Wie lange werden die anderen sprechen
wenn wir bereits gesprochen haben.

Как долго говорят другие
Когда мы уже говорили.

.: You cannot hope to bribe or twist the politician's...

.: You cannot hope to bribe or twist the politician's...: But, seeing what the man will do unbribed, there's no occasion to.

You cannot hope to bribe or twist the politician's, thank God ! for the journalist how watch e our community.

But, seeing what
the man will do
unbribed,
there's no
occasion to.

.: The New Child...

.: The New Child...: The New Child Who lives where I live in this world. Gives me one hand and the other to all that exists, And so we go along, all of...

The New Child...

The New Child
Who lives where I live
in this world.
Gives me one hand
and the other to all that
exists,
And so we go along, all of us,
on whatever road's ahead.
Jumping and singing and laughing...
There is no mystery in the world and
that all things are worth our while.

.: El gran espejo --- The Gigant Mirror...

.: El gran espejo --- The Gigant Mirror...: El gran espejo... Vivimos bajo el gran espejo. ;El hombre es azul ! ;Hosanna ! The Gigant Mirror We live beneat a gigant mirr...

.: Como le digo a la tortuga que yo le gano en lentit...

.: Como le digo a la tortuga que yo le gano en lentit...: Rasgos Aquel camino sin gente. Aquel camino. Aquel grillo sin hogar. Aquel grillo. Y esta esquila que se duerme. Esta esquila...

Como le digo a la tortuga que yo le gano en lentitud ?

Rasgos

Aquel camino
sin gente.
Aquel camino.

Aquel grillo
sin hogar.
Aquel grillo.

Y esta esquila
que se duerme.
Esta esquila...