.: Oh Guitarra !

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

.: 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...

.: 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...

.: "One way or another"

.: "One way or another": One way or another. The moment permitting, Able to say what I think at times. And otherwise saying it poorly and jumbled. I keep wri...

"One way or another"

One way or another.
The moment permitting,
Able to say what I think at times.
And otherwise saying it poorly and jumbled.
I keep writing my poems without wanting to,
As if writing weren't something made up of gestures,
As if writing were something that happened to me
Like the sun in Cascais shining on me.

I try saying what I feel
Without thinking about what I feel.
I try fitting words to the idea
without going down a corridor
O thought to find words.
I don't always succeed in feeling what I know
I should feel.
My thought swims like the waves in Cascais.

.: Cuantas semanas tiene un día y cuantos anos tiene ...

.: Cuantas semanas tiene un día y cuantos anos tiene ...: Tierra seca, tierra quieta de noches inmensas. Viento en el olivar, viento en la sierra. Tierra vieja del candil y la pena. ...

.: Når vette er minst, er viljen størst !...

.: Når vette er minst, er viljen størst !...: Wenn wir einen Menschen hassen, so hassen wir in seinem Bild etwas, was in uns selber sitzt. Was nicht in uns selber ist, das regt uns nich...

.: Wanna cry, wanna croon. Wanna laugh like a loon. I...

.: Wanna cry, wanna croon. Wanna laugh like a loon. I...: My secrets cry alone I have no need for tongue My heart keeps open house My doors are widely flung An epic of the eyes My love with n...

.: Reflejo - Dona Luna. (;Se ha roto el azogue?) No. ...

.: Reflejo - Dona Luna. (;Se ha roto el azogue?) No. ...: Todo es abanico. Hermano, abre los brazos. Dios es el punto. Un pájaro tan solo canta. El aire multiplica. Oímos por espejos. T...

.: "The gods grant us this one"

.: "The gods grant us this one": The gods grant us this one Liberty to submit ourselves To their dominion by an act of will. It is better that we do this Since only ...

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

.: Drivkraftens styrke --- en ide satt i system: Livet--- There is always a certain risk being alive, and if you are more alive there is more risk !... We live on, but, don`t unders...

.: Der Krieg ist nichts als eine Fortsetzung des poli...

.: Der Krieg ist nichts als eine Fortsetzung des poli...: If you wish to avoid foreign collision,  you had better abandon the ocean... Gestern liebt` ich, Heute leid` ich, Morgen sterb` ich ...

.: 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...

.: Ål er Ål, han er alltid sleip og holde--- Slik som...

.: Ål er Ål, han er alltid sleip og holde--- Slik som...: Ny Norsk baksmell i Åle-fiske ! Sportsjournalistene i den lokale avis, og som har hatt trøbbel med maven under deltagelse i årets åle-fi...

.: Lightly - Quickly - Soft...

.: Lightly - Quickly - Soft...: Lightly, quickly, soft, A bird song Climbs the sky as day Begins. I listen - it is gone. It seemed to stop only because I listened...

Lightly - Quickly - Soft...

Lightly, quickly, soft,
A bird song
Climbs the sky as day
Begins.
I listen - it is gone.
It seemed to stop only because
I listened.

Never, never in anything -
At dawn, in splendid daylight,
Or in the golden sunset -
Have I found
A pleasure that would last
Beyond the nothingness,
The loss,
Before coming
To enjoy it...

.: Never begin, but always at the edge of Being...

.: Never begin, but always at the edge of Being...: When will I enter my native wood, Eat berries galore, at a bunny stand gazing? In an old snare catch foxie-red-hood, Bringing a pailful...

.: Hvem vet! En lysere fremtid gror i smilets spor......

.: Hvem vet! En lysere fremtid gror i smilets spor......: Hør ! Hører du den lange, Den smertlige tone... Halv fløytelyd og halv som et sukk i trees krone? Du åpner halvt ditt øye... Ingen...

.: "The gods grant us this one"

.: "The gods grant us this one": The gods grant us this one Liberty to submit ourselves To their dominion by an act of will. It is better that we do this Since only ...

"The gods grant us this one"

The gods grant us this one
Liberty to submit ourselves
To their dominion by an act of will.
It is better that we do this
Since only in its illusion
Does freedom find existence. 

The gods, on whom fate eternal
Weighs do not act otherwise
In their calm and ancient
Self-possessed conviction
That their life's divine and free.

Imitating gods, we, as little
Free as they up on Olympus,
Like those who on the sands
Build castles for the eye's delight-
Let us build our life so that
The gods will know how to thank us
For being their co-equals...

.: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...

.: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...: Del llanto He cerrado mi balcón porque no quiero oír el llanto, pero por detrás de los grises muros no se oye otra cosa que el llan...

.: 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...

.: I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv.....

.: I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv.....: Sommer over hver en bakketopp, skjønne dager, lyse netter, det er hva vi drømmer om på en vintermorgen. Kjærlighetens gamle sang lys...

.: Cuantas semanas tiene un día y cuantos anos tiene ...

.: Cuantas semanas tiene un día y cuantos anos tiene ...: Tierra seca, tierra quieta de noches inmensas. Viento en el olivar, viento en la sierra. Tierra vieja del candil y la pena. ...

.: The Story of Solomon Waste...

.: The Story of Solomon Waste...: This is all the story of Solomon Waste. Always hurrying yet never in haste, He fussed and work and toiled all frothing And at the end o...

.: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...

.: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...: My I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse  of the moment, or are the result of previous study ?... In such c...

.: Digging a day in the garden...

.: Digging a day in the garden...: Today I think Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield. And bracken, and wild carrot's seed, And the square field; Odours ...

Digging a day in the garden...

Today I think
Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield.
And bracken, and wild carrot's seed,
And the square field;

Odours that rise
When the spade wounds the root of tree.
Rose, currant, raspberry, or gout-weed,
Rhubarb or celery;

The smoke's smell too,
Flowing from where a bonfire burns
The dead, the waste, the dangerous,
And all to sweetness turns.

It is enough
To smell to crumble the dark earth.
While the robin sings over again
Sad songs of gardening.

.: On our side of the glass you laid out the Blackbir...

.: On our side of the glass you laid out the Blackbir...: The old grey goose Go and tell ... Go and tell ... Go and tell ... The old grey goose is dead. The one that she'd been saving...

On our side of the glass you laid out the Blackbird's sleepy eyes, its twiggy toes, crisp tail-feathers and its wings wider than the light from two windows.

The old grey goose

Go and tell ...
Go and tell ...
Go and tell ...
The old grey goose is dead.

The one that she'd been saving
For to make her feather-bed.

She died last Friday
With a pain in her head.

Old grander is weeping
Because his wife is dead.

The gosling's are mourning
Because their mother's dead.

Skeins o geese write a word
Across the sky. 
A word stuck lik a gong
Afore I wis born.
The sky moves like cattle,
Lowin.

I'm as empty as stane, as fields
Ploo'd but not sown, naked
And blin as a stane.
Blin tae the word, blin tae a'
Soon but geese ca'ing.

Whit dae birds write on the dusk ?
A word niver spoken or read.
The skeins turn hame,
On the wind's dumb moan,
A soun, maybe human bereft.

.: Hvem var det som skrek av fryd da fargen blå ble f...

.: Hvem var det som skrek av fryd da fargen blå ble f...: Jeg, og mine brune sko... Neste: Hvor etterlot fullmånen sin nattlige mel-sekk ?

.: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...

.: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...: My I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse  of the moment, or are the result of previous study ?... In such c...

.: Hvor mange uker er en dag ? Og hvor mange år har e...

.: Hvor mange uker er en dag ? Og hvor mange år har e...: Hva mon der nynnes med sakte røst--- I rug og bygg ? Himlen lysner i vest og øst Våren kysser den nære høst Bak sommerens rygg...

Hvor mange uker er en dag ? Og hvor mange år har en måned ?

Hva mon der nynnes med sakte røst---
I rug og bygg ?
Himlen lysner i vest og øst
Våren kysser den nære høst
Bak sommerens rygg...

.: Cold, empty hands ... So, Tell nothing to the one ...

.: Cold, empty hands ... So, Tell nothing to the one ...: Everything, except boredom, bores me. I'd like, without being calm, to calm down, to take life every day like a medicine --- One...

Cold, empty hands ... So, Tell nothing to the one who told all- The all that is never all told, those words made of velvet whose colour no one knows...

Everything, except boredom, bores me.
I'd like, without being calm, to calm down,
to take life every day
like a medicine ---
One of those medicines everybody takes.

I aspired to so much, dreamed so much,
that so much so much made me into nothing.
My hands grew cold ...
From just waiting for the enchantment
of the love that would warm them up at last.

Cold, empty
Hands
Without 
Alcohol

.: Reflejo - Dona Luna. (;Se ha roto el azogue?) No. ...

.: Reflejo - Dona Luna. (;Se ha roto el azogue?) No. ...: Todo es abanico. Hermano, abre los brazos. Dios es el punto. Un pájaro tan solo canta. El aire multiplica. Oímos por espejos. T...

Reflejo - Dona Luna. (;Se ha roto el azogue?) No. ;Un muchacho ha encendido su linterna? Solo una mariposa basta para apagarte. Calla ... (;pero es posible!) ;Aquella luciérnaga es la luna!

Todo es abanico.
Hermano, abre los brazos.
Dios es el punto.

Un pájaro tan solo
canta.
El aire multiplica.
Oímos por espejos.

Tierra
Andamos
sobre un espejo
sin azogue,
sobre un cristal
sin nubes,
Si los lirios nacieran
al revés,

si todas las raíces
miraran las estrellas
y el muerto no cerrara
sus ojos,
seriamos como cisnes.

.: I går, i går sa jeg til mine øyne når ser vi hvera...

.: I går, i går sa jeg til mine øyne når ser vi hvera...: Ayer, ayer dije a mis ojos cuando volveremos a vernos ?

.: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...

.: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...: My I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse  of the moment, or are the result of previous study ?... In such c...

.: Oh Guitarra !

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

.: Hvem vet! En lysere fremtid gror i smilets spor......

.: Hvem vet! En lysere fremtid gror i smilets spor......: Hør ! Hører du den lange, Den smertlige tone... Halv fløytelyd og halv som et sukk i trees krone? Du åpner halvt ditt øye... Ingen...

.: NOTHING...

.: NOTHING...: Ah, the soft, soft playing, Like someone about to cry, Of a song that's woven Out of artifice and moonlight... Nothing to make ...

.: Whether I'm happy or sad ?... Frankly I don't know...

.: Whether I'm happy or sad ?... Frankly I don't know...: I'm neither happy nor sad. I don't really know what I am. I'm just one more soul that exists And feels what God has ordai...

.: Whether I'm happy or sad ?... Frankly I don't know...

.: Whether I'm happy or sad ?... Frankly I don't know...: I'm neither happy nor sad. I don't really know what I am. I'm just one more soul that exists And feels what God has ordai...

Whether I'm happy or sad ?... Frankly I don't know. What does it mean to be sad ? What is happiness good for ?

I'm neither happy nor sad.
I don't really know what I am.
I'm just one more soul that exists
And feels what God has ordained.

So then, am I happy or sad ?
Thinking never ends well...
For my sadness means
Hardly knowing myself...

But that's what happiness is ...

.: NOTHING...

.: NOTHING...: Ah, the soft, soft playing, Like someone about to cry, Of a song that's woven Out of artifice and moonlight... Nothing to make ...

NOTHING...

Ah, the soft, soft playing,
Like someone about to cry,
Of a song that's woven
Out of artifice and moonlight...
Nothing to make us remember
                Life.

A prelude of courtesies
Or a smile that faded...
A cold garden in the distance...
And in the soul that finds it,
Just the absurd echo of its empty
                 Flight.

.: Hvem vet! En lysere fremtid gror i smilets spor......

.: Hvem vet! En lysere fremtid gror i smilets spor......: Hør ! Hører du den lange, Den smertlige tone... Halv fløytelyd og halv som et sukk i trees krone? Du åpner halvt ditt øye... Ingen...

.: Når vette er minst, er viljen størst !...

.: Når vette er minst, er viljen størst !...: Wenn wir einen Menschen hassen, so hassen wir in seinem Bild etwas, was in uns selber sitzt. Was nicht in uns selber ist, das regt uns nich...

.: Jeg kjenner meg igjen! De lyse netter, som skaper ...

.: Jeg kjenner meg igjen! De lyse netter, som skaper ...: Ich lehre euch den Ubermenschen. Der Mensch ist Etwas, das uberwunden werden soll. I teach you the superman. Man is something to be ...

.: Wanna cry, wanna croon. Wanna laugh like a loon. I...

.: Wanna cry, wanna croon. Wanna laugh like a loon. I...: My secrets cry alone I have no need for tongue My heart keeps open house My doors are widely flung An epic of the eyes My love with n...

.: Der Krieg ist nichts als eine Fortsetzung des poli...

.: Der Krieg ist nichts als eine Fortsetzung des poli...: If you wish to avoid foreign collision,  you had better abandon the ocean... Gestern liebt` ich, Heute leid` ich, Morgen sterb` ich ...

.: 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 t...

.: 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...

.: Fairy-Tales There once was a man who said 'God mus...

.: Fairy-Tales There once was a man who said 'God mus...: When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this words, And slowly read, and dream of the soft loo...

.: In this way or that way, as it may happen or not h...

.: In this way or that way, as it may happen or not h...: Even so, I'm somebody. So: Beyond the bend in the road There may be a well, and there may be a castle, And there may be just mor...

In this way or that way, as it may happen or not happen, sometimes succeeding in saying what I think and other times saying it badly and with things mixed in...

Even so, I'm somebody.
So:
Beyond the bend in the road
There may be a well, and there may be a castle,
And there may be just more road.
I don't know and don't ask.

.: 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...

.: Let's leave Being behind us. Let's leave for good ...

.: Let's leave Being behind us. Let's leave for good ...: What I want is iron, not just to sing of iron. What I think gives only the idea of steel, not the steel. What infuriates me in all my ...

Let's leave Being behind us. Let's leave for good this small town called Life, this suburb-World of God, and let's venture into the city headlong, without stopping, just madly Going... Let's...?

What I want is iron, not just to sing of iron.
What I think gives only the idea of steel, not the steel.
What infuriates me in all my mind's emotions
Is that I can't swap my rhythm that mimics rippling water
For the real coolness of the river where I can enter and
get wet,
Which can make my suit drip,
Where I can drown myself, if I like,
And which has the natural divinity of being there
without literature and my PC.
Shit ! A thousand times shit for everything I can't do.
But what !

.: Rule or keep quiet. Don't squander yourself, givin...

.: Rule or keep quiet. Don't squander yourself, givin...: If each thing has its corresponding god, Why shouldn't I have a god as well ? Why shouldn't it be me ? It's in me that th...

Rule or keep quiet. Don't squander yourself, giving what you don't have. What good is the "Cesar" you might have been ? Enjoy being the little you are. The hovel you're given is a better shelter than the palace you're owed.

If each thing has its corresponding god,
Why shouldn't I have a god as well ?
Why shouldn't it be me ?
It's in me that this god moves, for I feel.
I clearly see the outside world---
Things and men with no soul.

.: Already over my vain brow the hair of that youth w...

.: Already over my vain brow the hair of that youth w...: Fruits are given by trees that live, not the opposite, Not by the wishful mind, which adorns itself with Ashen flowers from the abyss ...

Already over my vain brow the hair of that youth who died is greying. Of all the youngsters in Syria. My eyes shine less today. My lips have lost their right to kisses. If you still love me, for the sake stop loving; Don't cheat on me with me. Think of all the youngsters.

Fruits are given by trees that live, not the opposite,
Not by the wishful mind, which adorns itself with
Ashen flowers from the abyss within.
How many kingdoms in minds and in things
Your imagination has carved !
That many you've lost, pre-dethroned,
Without ever having them.
Against great opposition you cannot create
More than doomed intentions !
Abdicate and be
King of yourself...

.: 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...

.: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...

.: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...: 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 do...

.: Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem...

.: Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem...: I believe in one God, the Father almighty, maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible. A robe of seeming trut...

.: 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...

.: 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 ...

.: Åretak, stemmer, mennesker. En båt, en pike med so...

.: Åretak, stemmer, mennesker. En båt, en pike med so...: Den grenseløse sommer: Stjernene brenner, livet har rammet meg med "galskap". Den bunnløse elskov har rammet  meg med galska...

.: In the summer silence at midnight's stroke one can...

.: In the summer silence at midnight's stroke one can...: Call to me by a name so tender That with longing my heart will wrench- Words of love on the winds will be carried all the way to my ...

In the summer silence at midnight's stroke one can see the quivering moonlit air. All this scene in unblemished purity shines as if never with battle-din filled; No dust in the wind --- No soot in the mind--- ?

Call to me by a name so tender
That with longing my heart will wrench-
Words of love on the winds will be carried
all the way to my post in the trench.

.: Fairy-Tales There once was a man who said 'God mus...

.: Fairy-Tales There once was a man who said 'God mus...: When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this words, And slowly read, and dream of the soft loo...

Fairy-Tales There once was a man who said 'God must think it exceedingly odd if he finds that this tree continues to be when there's no one about in the Quad '

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

How many loved 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.

.: Hvis jeg var død uten å merke det hvem spurte jeg ...

.: Hvis jeg var død uten å merke det hvem spurte jeg ...: Akterutseilt i tankegangen ! Hver si løst sa øltapper'n. Han drakk mens døm andre slåss ! Jeg elsker å rime,  men gjør det bes...

Hvis jeg var død uten å merke det hvem spurte jeg hva klokken var ?

Akterutseilt i tankegangen !

Hver si løst sa øltapper'n.
Han drakk mens døm andre slåss !

Jeg elsker å rime, 
men gjør det best hjemme.
Når jeg er borte
er det så sjelden jeg får gjort det !

Er det sant at de deler ut
gjennomsiktige brev over hele
himmelen ?

Hva sier den gammel asken
når den går ved siden av
ilden ?

.: The Story of Solomon Waste...

.: The Story of Solomon Waste...: This is all the story of Solomon Waste. Always hurrying yet never in haste, He fussed and work and toiled all frothing And at the end o...

.: 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...

.: Life is perhaps most wisely regarded as a bad drea...

.: Life is perhaps most wisely regarded as a bad drea...: Could I say what I think, could I express My every hidden and too-silent thought, And bring my feelings, in perfection wrought, To one u...

.: Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and...

.: Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and...: No, don`t say a word ! Guessing what it will say --- Your covered mouth --- Is hearing it already. It`s hearing it better Than what ...

.: Det er forsent å spare når en ser bånn i brønnen.....

.: Det er forsent å spare når en ser bånn i brønnen.....: De beste år av vårt liv; Kilder som står sesongarbeider Oskar "Grosot" fra Krapfoss nær. Opplyser over en flaske dobbeltrense...

.: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...

.: Democracy Means government by discussion, but it i...: My I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse  of the moment, or are the result of previous study ?... In such c...

.: Our Lady Moon still hidden, playing ring around a ...

.: Our Lady Moon still hidden, playing ring around a ...: Below Space & stars reflected into sound Liana ghosts Harp labyrinths. The Great sadness You can't look at yourself in t...

Our Lady Moon still hidden, playing ring around a wheel. She makes herself look silly. Loonly moon...

Below
Space & stars
reflected into sound
Liana ghosts
Harp labyrinths.

The Great sadness
You can't look at yourself
in the ocean.
Your looks fall apart
like tendrils of light.
Night on earth.

.: Moon goes through the water. How peaceable the sky...

.: Moon goes through the water. How peaceable the sky...: Song to a friend; Night here already Moon's rays been striking evening like an anvil. Night here already An old tree keepin...

Moon goes through the water. How peaceable the sky is ! slowly going gathering old tremors from the river while a young frog takes her for a tiny mirror...

Song to a friend;

Night here already

Moon's rays been striking
evening like an anvil.

Night here already

An old tree keeping warm
wrapped in words of songs.

Night here already.

If you should come to see me
walking on the air---

Night here already.

You'd find me crying here
under the poplar trees.
Ah, morena, my high brown !

Under the poplar trees.

Morning here already.

.: Dos bueyes rojos en el campo de oro...

.: Dos bueyes rojos en el campo de oro...: Los bueyes tienden ritmo de campanas antiguas y ojos de pájaro. Son para las mananas de niebla, y sin embargo, horada la naranja d...

Dos bueyes rojos en el campo de oro...

Los bueyes tienden ritmo
de campanas antiguas
y ojos de pájaro.
Son para las mananas
de niebla, y sin embargo,
horada la naranja
del aire en el verano.
Viejos desde que nacen,
no tienen amo.
Y recuerdan las alas
de sus costados.
Los bueyes
siempre van suspirando
por los campos de Jan
en busca del vado,
del eterno vado,
borrachos de luceros
a rumiarse sus llantos.

Dos bueyes rojos
en el campo de oro.

.: Hva er det sanne bilde av hvordan fremtiden vil bl...

.: Hva er det sanne bilde av hvordan fremtiden vil bl...: Som du... Ingen kjente... Galskapen... Langt borte i sjelens øde. Himmel og holmer, en sommerdag gryr. De sten-grå koller, det hvite...

Hva er det sanne bilde av hvordan fremtiden vil bli ?

Som du...
Ingen kjente...
Galskapen...
Langt borte i sjelens øde.
Himmel og holmer, en sommerdag gryr.
De sten-grå koller, det hvite fyr...
Bølger mot strand...
Kvinner i all sin prakt...
Verden i gyllen brann !

.: 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...

.: 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; ...

.: Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem...

.: Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem...: I believe in one God, the Father almighty, maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible. A robe of seeming trut...

.: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...

.: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...: As I take my shoes from the shoemaker,  and my coat from the tailor, so I take my religion from the priest. The best way to get the...

.: Oh Guitarra !

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

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

.: Y que importancia tengo yo en el tribunal del olvi...: Hva er det sanne bilde av hvordan fremtiden vil bli ? Cual es la representación del resultado venidero ?

.: Vinden løper i bølger unner rytternes hav - Lette ...

.: Vinden løper i bølger unner rytternes hav - Lette ...: Rytteren Å kors i alle tider,  Se rytteren rir Se damene i vinduet Se pikene på hjørnet  Se rytteren sitter som en prins på sin hes...

.: Kommer det ny støtte under et gammelt hus, står de...

.: Kommer det ny støtte under et gammelt hus, står de...: Ditt hjerte banker i mitt øre ditt blod strømmer i min hånd I blind sol brenner vi som nye kloder Til du våkner og ler i en storm ...

.: 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...

.: "Nothing comes of nothing. We are Nothing"

.: "Nothing comes of nothing. We are Nothing": Nothing comes of nothing. We are nothing Briefly in sun, in air, we postpone The unbreathable darkness that weighs us down And humble ear...

.: What is a highbrow ? He is a man who has found so...

.: What is a highbrow ? He is a man who has found so...: The woman had the making of a poet in her who, being told to be sure of her meaning before she spoke, said, "How can I know wh...

What is a highbrow ? He is a man who has found something more interesting than women. Is that possible ?

The woman had the making of
a poet in her who, being told to be
sure of her meaning before she
spoke,
said,
"How can I know what I think
till I see what I say ?

.: Politics is the art of preventing people from taki...

.: Politics is the art of preventing people from taki...: Brothers in humanity who live after us, let not your hearts be hardened against us, for, if you take pity on us poor ones, God will...

Politics is the art of preventing people from taking part in affairs which properly concern them...

Brothers in humanity who live after us,
let not your hearts be hardened against us,
for,
if you take pity on us poor ones,
God will be more likely to have mercy
on you.
But pray God that he may willing to
absolve us all.