.: 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...

.: Av tid lærer en mer enn av mange bøker...

.: Av tid lærer en mer enn av mange bøker...: At the seaside: All the coast`s in the foam of the tumbling tide, And rustling pines at the waterside rise. At twilight the sea is no l...

.: Stille ! Fossesus ! Mossefossen i fantastisk brus....

.: Stille ! Fossesus ! Mossefossen i fantastisk brus....: I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automation, would...

.: 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...

.: 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...

.: Madrugada...

.: Madrugada...: Pero como el amor los saetros estan ciegos. Sobre la noche verde, las saetas dejan rastros de lirio caliente. La quilla de la l...

.: Early to rice and early to bed makes a male health...

.: Early to rice and early to bed makes a male health...: If a man do not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music  which...

.: My heart is silent as a look... There is a home be...

.: My heart is silent as a look... There is a home be...: The world is woven all of dream and error And but one sureness in our truth my lie... That when we hold to aught our thinking's mirro...

.: Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The ...

.: Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The ...: HEART... Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it there in my hand, full of honey and wounds. The thoughts that nested ...

.: I don't know anyone can think a sunset is sad, unl...

.: I don't know anyone can think a sunset is sad, unl...: What matters is to know how to see, To know how to see without thinking, To know how to see when seeing And not think when seeing N...

.: Que guardas bajo tu joroba ? dijo un camello a una...

.: Que guardas bajo tu joroba ? dijo un camello a una...: Y la tortuga pregunto: Que conversas con las naranjas ? Es verdad que reparten cartas transparentes, por todo el cielo ?

Que guardas bajo tu joroba ? dijo un camello a una tortuga...

Y la tortuga pregunto:
Que conversas con las naranjas ?

Es verdad que reparten cartas
transparentes, por todo el cielo ?

.: Do not postpone a kindly deed !

.: Do not postpone a kindly deed !: When I grew up ---                               So many promises !... I think I must have made them by the score. An open door... ...

Do not postpone a kindly deed !

When I grew up ---
                              So many promises !...
I think I must have made them by the score.
An open door...
I asked a sick and hungry man to wait,
I said I'd come,
                       and die ---
A day to late !
                       have no food and money ---
A thousand roads behind me lie...
                                                  Today---
I could have built that house
And bought that bread...
                                     Have no money...
We live in the promised land, 
                                           Or !  The politicians
How over due themselves, for being elected.
They are so important and know the best for
                                                  You and Me ?
Are here no more who once my help did need,
It so many poor people in this place.
Make haste !  Do not postpone a kindly deed !

.: I never saw a Purple Cow, I never hope to see one;...

.: I never saw a Purple Cow, I never hope to see one;...: The I saw that there was a way to Hell, Even from the gates of heaven...

I never saw a Purple Cow, I never hope to see one; But I can tell you, anyhow, I'd rather see than be one !

The I saw that there was a way to
Hell,
Even from the gates of heaven...

.: Deiligst av alle gleder er gleden for slett ingen ...

.: Deiligst av alle gleder er gleden for slett ingen ...: A thing of beauty is a joy forever... Nå er snart hvert fortau tørt. Hør, det rasler i ditt skjørt ! Mine strenger, brus mot sky ! ...

Deiligst av alle gleder er gleden for slett ingen ting. Ikke for noe du kan eller vil, gleden for intet og gleden for alt, gleden: fordi du er til !

A thing of beauty is a joy forever...

Nå er snart hvert fortau tørt.
Hør, det rasler i ditt skjørt !
Mine strenger, brus mot sky !
Mine drømmer, blir på-ny !
Du, mitt dikt, o, vugge mitt ry
så det ergrer og fortryller
gjennom gatenes mylder !

Om du ikke da formår !
Strål, min sommer !

.: These are the few who love her as she is and are r...

.: These are the few who love her as she is and are r...: These are the few who knew her as she was before the wind burned out the blossom of her skin; The ones who have pledged their spirits ...

These are the few who love her as she is and are readying themselves for the last stand. For everywhere the weather has grown strange; a,, that's left untouched are the contours of the land.

These are the few who knew her as she was
before the wind burned out the blossom of her skin;
The ones who have pledged their spirits to the cause
in this battle only words' weapons will win.

These are the few who have her make complaint
that the worse betrayal comes from those close by
but all's not lost;
Because hope, eager as eye-bright,
will always be the last of her die.

So before the head and the heart's jury
give their final verdict.
And before her royal jewellery is
indistinguishable from the dust.
surely every one of these few's
fortress must be stormed and overrun...

.: Det er vondt å være for liten, men værre å være fo...

.: Det er vondt å være for liten, men værre å være fo...: Will she pass in a crowd ? Will she make a figure in a country church ? ... Proper words in proper places, make the true definition o...

.: Auf Andere warte ich... auf Høhere, Starkere, Sieg...

.: Auf Andere warte ich... auf Høhere, Starkere, Sieg...: Goa lovely "..." I like your wriestes, I like your gland`s, I like the fingers on your hands, I`d like to teach them how to ...

.: Now, I am, I am, God be with you, my children: I h...

.: Now, I am, I am, God be with you, my children: I h...: Not very good... No perfumes, but very fine linen, plenty of it, young and stupid, and country washing needed...

Now, I am, I am, God be with you, my children: I have had breakfast I think with you, and shall sup with my Lord Jesus Christ this night.

Not very good...

No perfumes,
but very fine linen,
plenty of it,
young and stupid,
and country washing
needed... 

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

.: Hvem vet ! En lysere fremtid gror i smilets spor...: She dips her bill in the rim of the sea. Her beak is the ellipse of a world much smaller than the far section of the sea's circumfer...

.: The Wild Geese...

.: The Wild Geese...: Their cry may be heard at eventide. Under the heavy oppression of their wings anguish mingles with faith, and hope turns to wildness ...

.: Oppression makes the wise man mad...

.: Oppression makes the wise man mad...: The year's at the spring and day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on ...

Oppression makes the wise man mad...

The year's at the spring
and day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his heaven -
All's right with the world ! ?

.: Snart august med tidlig natt som løsner sommeren s...

.: Snart august med tidlig natt som løsner sommeren s...: Tomatene henger i solen og tenker fornøyd som så: stappfull av vitaminer gleder jeg store og små. Men løken ligger i kjelleren og...

Snart august med tidlig natt som løsner sommeren som en drøm av jordens panne - Løfter seg over de tunge marker med modent korn og glir bort - på myke vingeslag i det bristende lys... Snart er det høst og sommeren til ende.

Tomatene henger i solen
og tenker fornøyd som så:
stappfull av vitaminer
gleder jeg store og små.

Men løken ligger i kjelleren
og grubler stumt på sin gåte:
Hva kan det være i veien med meg
som bare får folk til å gråte.

.: La Opinión...Reciprocidad Epístola a Jan...

.: La Opinión...Reciprocidad Epístola a Jan...: Ramón de Campo amor La Opinión Pobre Carolina mía ! Nunca la podre olvidar ! Ved lo que el mundo decía Viendo el féretro pasar; U...

.: The sword and the dagger...

.: The sword and the dagger...: The dagger goes into the heart like the blade of a plough into barren land. No... Don't run it through me, No... The dagg...

The sword and the dagger...

The dagger
goes into the heart
like the blade of a plough
into barren land.

No...

Don't run it through me,

No...

The dagger like a ray
of the sun
sets fire
to terrible
depths.

No...

Don't run it through me.

No...

.: Landscape

.: Landscape: From my trawling I see The field of olive trees open and closes like a fan. Above the olive grove a fund-ring sky and a dark rain of...

Landscape

From my trawling I see
The field of olive trees
open and closes like a fan.
Above the olive grove a fund-ring
sky and a dark rain of cold stars.
Bulrush and penumbra tremble
at the river's edge.
The gray air ripples.
the olive trees are laden with
cries.
A flock of capacitive birds
moving their long long
tails in the gloom...
This from my latest voyage.

.: 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...

.: It is so hard to see through the earth...

.: It is so hard to see through the earth...: Not through time, which raises its transparent glass, illuminating the lofty dew's resume, but the dense earth of flour and ranco...

It is so hard to see through the earth...

Not through time,
which raises its transparent glass,
illuminating the lofty dew's resume,
but the dense earth of flour and rancour,
storeroom hardened with corpses and metals,
doesn't let me peer into the depths
where the interwoven solitude rejects me.

But I'll speak to them,
to mine,
those who one day
fled to my flag,
when purity was a crystal star in its fabric.
But people and wheat were kneaded;
then the earthly head was groomed,
the buried light's filaments were combed,
agony tested the free doors,
destroyed by the wind...

.: Early to rice and early to bed makes a male health...

.: Early to rice and early to bed makes a male health...: If a man do not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music  which...

Early to rice and early to bed makes a male healthy and wealthy and dead...

If a man do not keep pace
with his companions,
perhaps it is because he hears
a different drummer.
Let him step to the music 
which he hears,
however measured or
far away.

.: Breathe on me, Breath of God, Fill me with life an...

.: Breathe on me, Breath of God, Fill me with life an...: To all my fantastic readers how send me notes  and questions please have a nice evening!

.: 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...

.: My heart is silent as a look... There is a home be...

.: My heart is silent as a look... There is a home be...: The world is woven all of dream and error And but one sureness in our truth my lie... That when we hold to aught our thinking's mirro...

.: Knock, knock ! who's there ? Summer again. What d...

.: Knock, knock ! who's there ? Summer again. What d...: The poplar lanes move on but leave their reflection. The poplar lanes move on but leave us the wind. The wind lies shrouded full...

.: Fortsatt er det der. Vi har en frist... Det som fl...

.: Fortsatt er det der. Vi har en frist... Det som fl...: Ulike strenger har den beste klangen. Men uten nett er vi uten klang...

.: El silencio...

.: El silencio...: Oye, hijo mio, el silencio. Es un silencio ondulado, un silencio, donde resbalan valles y ecos y que inclina las frentes hacia el suel...

.: CAMPANA (Bordon)

.: CAMPANA (Bordon): En la torre amarilla dobla una campana. Sobre el viento amarillo se abren las campanadas. en la torre amarilla cesa la campana....

.: Madrugada...

.: Madrugada...: Pero como el amor los saetros estan ciegos. Sobre la noche verde, las saetas dejan rastros de lirio caliente. La quilla de la l...

.: Sommer !

.: Sommer !: Upon a summer morning, When nature`s face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn and forest, With my dear dog, thinking on ??? You a...

.: Jeg visste ikke hva lykke var før jeg giftet meg, ...

.: Jeg visste ikke hva lykke var før jeg giftet meg, ...: Time Is there time?Time for people. Time for the world. Everywhere we are looking for signs. But not anyone know what means what! Do w...

.: Die Politik ist die Lehre vom Møglichen... Politic...

.: Die Politik ist die Lehre vom Møglichen... Politic...: Look into my ocean, My name is Used-to-was; I am also called  Played-out  and Done-to-death, And it-will-wash-no-more... In an...

.: Wonder of life`s questions, is it true or just fan...

.: Wonder of life`s questions, is it true or just fan...: The gate ... fantasy or .. . I am the first and the last I am the highest consideration and the insult I am the whore and the holy I ...

.: 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 lever aldri så lenge at en ikke har noe ugjort....

.: En lever aldri så lenge at en ikke har noe ugjort....: Worth seeing, yes; but not worth going to see! Flying high... A thing of beauty is a joy for ever; Its loveliness increases; i...

.: 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...

.: 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...

.: 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...

.: 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...

.: You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the ...

.: You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the ...: To rise to the sky you need two wings, a violin, and so many things, incalculable things, things without names, a license for a l...

.: 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...

.: Only, here and here, and old sailor, Drunk and asl...

.: Only, here and here, and old sailor, Drunk and asl...: The palm at the end of the mind... Beyond the last thought, rises... A gold-feathered bird Sings in the palm...

.: That...

.: That...: The banks of the Volga in steppe land mist, Sparse-growing, yellow-green grasses; And that height with its beauty hard to reist Two kilo...

.: Tiene mas hojas un peral que Buscando el Tiempo Pe...

.: Tiene mas hojas un peral que Buscando el Tiempo Pe...: Har et pæretre flere blader enn  Søken etter den tapte tid ?

.: THE SWEDISH COTTAGE...

.: THE SWEDISH COTTAGE...: Here, far from all the pomp ambition seeks, Much sought, but only whilst untasted prais'd, content and Innocence, with rosy cheeks, ...

.: 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...

.: After, we touch each stone, we say: this one is or...

.: After, we touch each stone, we say: this one is or...: The priest said only: "Brother Nature," "Brother Fjord," "Brother Water," "Brother Fire," ...

.: Knock, knock ! who's there ? Summer again. What d...

.: Knock, knock ! who's there ? Summer again. What d...: The poplar lanes move on but leave their reflection. The poplar lanes move on but leave us the wind. The wind lies shrouded full...

.: La Opinión...Reciprocidad Epístola a Jan...

.: La Opinión...Reciprocidad Epístola a Jan...: Ramón de Campo amor La Opinión Pobre Carolina mía ! Nunca la podre olvidar ! Ved lo que el mundo decía Viendo el féretro pasar; U...

.: 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...

.: Wenn es eine Freude ist das Gute zu geniessen, so ...

.: Wenn es eine Freude ist das Gute zu geniessen, so ...: Since it is a joy to have the benefit of what is good, it is a greater one to experience  what is better, and in art the best is goo...

.: Lightly, lightly, very lightly a very light wind p...

.: Lightly, lightly, very lightly a very light wind p...: I'm a keeper of sheep. (Or humans ?) The sheep are my thoughts And each thought a sensation. I think with my eyes and my ears ...

.: De gamle, har gløttet på dørene. Nå velger de seg ...

.: De gamle, har gløttet på dørene. Nå velger de seg ...: Det blir nok vår igjen, men den vår som gikk kommer aldri tilbake. Når aprilsolen gløder sin refleks i en sølepytt er det lyset de...

.: The Wild Geese...

.: The Wild Geese...: Their cry may be heard at eventide. Under the heavy oppression of their wings anguish mingles with faith, and hope turns to wildness ...

.: Do you remember an Inn, My friend ? Do you rememb...

.: Do you remember an Inn, My friend ? Do you rememb...: Cock-Crow Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by night To be cut down by the sharp axe of light --- Out of the night, two cocks toge...

.: I doubt, therefore I think...

.: I doubt, therefore I think...: Genius ?  At this moment... A hundred thousand brains are dreaming they're geniuses like me, And it may be that history won't ...

.: Oh Guitarra !

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

.: Knock, knock ! who's there ? Summer again. What d...

.: Knock, knock ! who's there ? Summer again. What d...: The poplar lanes move on but leave their reflection. The poplar lanes move on but leave us the wind. The wind lies shrouded full...

.: If it ain't broke, don't fix it...

.: If it ain't broke, don't fix it...: A serious house on serious earth it is, In whose blent air all our compulsions meet, Are recognised, And robed as destinies... So-...

.: Over alle fjell ro nå, i løv og lunner aner du kna...

.: Over alle fjell ro nå, i løv og lunner aner du kna...: Det ligner en salig salme  som synger om livets vei; Her kan vi komme hverandre imøte, mitt barn og jeg. Jeg kommer fra vinterveier ...

.: Over alle fjell ro nå, i løv og lunner aner du kna...

.: Over alle fjell ro nå, i løv og lunner aner du kna...: Det ligner en salig salme  som synger om livets vei; Her kan vi komme hverandre imøte, mitt barn og jeg. Jeg kommer fra vinterveier ...

Over alle fjell ro nå, i løv og lunner aner du knapt vindens drag. Men vent, snart heller også din dag...

Det ligner en salig salme 
som synger om livets vei;
Her kan vi komme hverandre imøte,
mitt barn og jeg.
Jeg kommer fra vinterveier
og hun fra sin første vår.
Men her er det bare sommer 
så langt som stiene går...

.: If it ain't broke, don't fix it...

.: If it ain't broke, don't fix it...: A serious house on serious earth it is, In whose blent air all our compulsions meet, Are recognised, And robed as destinies... So-...

If it ain't broke, don't fix it...

A serious house on serious earth it is,
In whose blent air all our compulsions meet,
Are recognised,
And robed as destinies...

So---

What are days for ?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in :
Where can we live but days ?

.: Av medgang kommer overmot - motgang er til å få fo...

.: Av medgang kommer overmot - motgang er til å få fo...: Gleden er det blå. Det kan en se på himlen en sommerdag, når den er full av hvite skyer som driver og åpner inn til av-grunder av f...

Av medgang kommer overmot - motgang er til å få forstand av.

Gleden er det blå.
Det kan en se på himlen
en sommerdag,
når den er full av hvite skyer
som driver og åpner inn til
av-grunder av fryd.

.: Lodne humle vil du brumle rundt min nese blomster ...

.: Lodne humle vil du brumle rundt min nese blomster ...: Slå rot som et tre  og la din ånd være som vepsen som bygger sitt  bo i en krone. Husk du er et  menneske og jorden er din plikt....

Lodne humle vil du brumle rundt min nese blomster lese kirketeksten hilse veksten kanskje messe litt om gresset eller preke om den bleke nyperosen og mimosen, - - - du som liker blomsterpiker !

Slå rot som et tre 
og la din ånd være som
vepsen som bygger sitt 
bo i en krone.
Husk du er et 
menneske
og jorden er din plikt...

.: We pass and dream, earth smiles, virtue is rare. A...

.: We pass and dream, earth smiles, virtue is rare. A...: I lay on the edge of a green-coloured world. Etched on the sky, stood pine-tree and fir. Bees kept busying, Bumblebees buzzing. so ...

We pass and dream, earth smiles, virtue 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 speak for us.

I lay on the edge of a green-coloured world.
Etched on the sky, stood pine-tree and fir.
Bees kept busying,
Bumblebees buzzing.
so it was, I suppose,
since the world arose;
Bees busying,
Bumblebees buzzing.

And I felt the wish to rob the wild bees
Of honey
which cost no money ---
Just free...
I searched all day,
But these days, I must say,
You can't find bees
Just wherever you please...

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

.: Hva er det sanne bilde av hvordan fremtiden vil bl...: Om allverden både rår og spår Tar vi veien der hvor haren går, Du til meg, min venn, og jeg til deg. Alle veier er vår egen vei... ...

Hva er det sanne bilde av hvordan fremtiden vil bli ? --- Cual es la representación del resultado venidero ?

Om allverden både rår og spår
Tar vi veien der hvor haren går,
Du til meg, min venn, og jeg til deg.
Alle veier er vår egen vei...

.: 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...

.: Wonder of life`s questions, is it true or just fan...

.: Wonder of life`s questions, is it true or just fan...: The gate ... fantasy or .. . I am the first and the last I am the highest consideration and the insult I am the whore and the holy I ...

.: 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...

.: Que guardas bajo tu joroba ? dijo un camello a una...

.: Que guardas bajo tu joroba ? dijo un camello a una...: Y la tortuga pregunto: Que conversas con las naranjas? Og skilpadden spurte: Hva sier du til appelsinene ?

.: The Wild Geese...

.: The Wild Geese...: Their cry may be heard at eventide. Under the heavy oppression of their wings anguish mingles with faith, and hope turns to wildness ...

.: 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...

.: En stirrer seg blind på meninger og ser ikke menne...

.: En stirrer seg blind på meninger og ser ikke menne...: Alle menneskers rettigheter  blir redusert når ett menneskes rettigheter er truet !

.: Alle menneskers rettigheter blir redusert når ett ...

.: Alle menneskers rettigheter blir redusert når ett ...: Der menneskene er fattige blir ofte katastrofene størst. Nærmest er du når du er borte. Noen blir borte når du er nær. Dette kal...

.: Knock, knock ! who's there ? Summer again. What d...

.: Knock, knock ! who's there ? Summer again. What d...: The poplar lanes move on but leave their reflection. The poplar lanes move on but leave us the wind. The wind lies shrouded full...

Knock, knock ! who's there ? Summer again. What do you want ? The coolness of your temple. You can't have it. I'll take it... Knock, knock ! Who's there ? Summer again.

The poplar lanes move on
but leave their reflection.

The poplar lanes move on
but leave us the wind.

The wind lies shrouded
full length beneath the sky.

But floating on the rivers
it has left its echoes.

The world of fireflies
has invaded my memories.

And a tiny little heart
is sprouting at my fingertips.

.: At jeg er støv i en stjernesky er alt jeg veit. De...

.: At jeg er støv i en stjernesky er alt jeg veit. De...: En lever og lærer en masse,  tror en blir filosof  og profet og ender i øverste klasse og vet at en ingenting vet...

At jeg er støv i en stjernesky er alt jeg veit. Det er ikke mye, men det er stort...

En lever
og lærer en masse,
 tror en blir filosof 
og profet
og ender i øverste
klasse og vet at
en ingenting vet...

.: The travel-er: Byways and bygone and long nights l...

.: The travel-er: Byways and bygone and long nights l...: She is most fair, And when they see pass The poets' ladies Look no more in the glass But after her. On a bleak moor Running u...

The travel-er: Byways and bygone and long nights long sun rays and sea waves and star and stone --- Man-less and friendless no cave my home this is my torture my long nights, lone...

She is most fair,
And when they see pass
The poets' ladies
Look no more in the glass
But after her.

On a bleak moor
Running under the moon
She lures a poet,
Once proud or happy, soon
Far from his door.

Beside a train
Because they saw her go,
Or failed to see her,
Travellers and watchers know
Another pain.

The simple lack
Of her is more to me
Than others' presence,
Whether life splendid be
Or utter black.

I have not seen,
I have no news of her;
I can tell only
she is not here, but there
She might have been.

She is to be kissed
Only perhaps by...
Only perhaps by someone,
She my be seeking
Me and no other; she
May not exist.

.: I don't know anyone can think a sunset is sad, unl...

.: I don't know anyone can think a sunset is sad, unl...: What matters is to know how to see, To know how to see without thinking, To know how to see when seeing And not think when seeing N...

I don't know anyone can think a sunset is sad, unless it's because a sunset isn't a sunrise. but if it's a sunset, how could it ever be a sunrise ?

What matters is to know how to see,
To know how to see without thinking,
To know how to see when seeing
And not think when seeing
Nor see when thinking.

.: You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the ...

.: You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the ...: To rise to the sky you need two wings, a violin, and so many things, incalculable things, things without names, a license for a l...

You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea. Like time. In you everything sank !

To rise to the sky you need
two wings,
a violin,
and so many things,
incalculable things,
things without names,
a license for a large slow-moving eye,
the inscription on the nails of the almond tree,
the title of the grass in the morning.

.: The Wild Geese...

.: The Wild Geese...: Their cry may be heard at eventide. Under the heavy oppression of their wings anguish mingles with faith, and hope turns to wildness ...

.: Auf Andere warte ich... auf Høhere, Starkere, Sieg...

.: Auf Andere warte ich... auf Høhere, Starkere, Sieg...: Goa lovely "..." I like your wriestes, I like your gland`s, I like the fingers on your hands, I`d like to teach them how to ...

.: Alt har sin tid...

.: Alt har sin tid...: Alt har sin tid... Huset flyter ! Hermetikk, vindtøy, støvler på gulv og bord - termos, kompass og lomelykt - en kniv, to soveposer. ...

.: L'amour, tel qu'il existe dans la society, n'est q...

.: L'amour, tel qu'il existe dans la society, n'est q...: Love, in the form in which it exists in society, is nothing but the exchange of two fantasies and the superficial contact of two bodies.....

.: Sommer ??...

.: Sommer ??...: Skyer som fjell, skyer som glødende kull Hvite, gyldne i solens prosjektørlys... Er jeg en trofast fotograf ? ser alt, fanger alt; Skye...

.: THE SWEDISH COTTAGE...

.: THE SWEDISH COTTAGE...: Here, far from all the pomp ambition seeks, Much sought, but only whilst untasted prais'd, content and Innocence, with rosy cheeks, ...

.: 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...

.: To the mistress of my soul.

.: To the mistress of my soul.: The measured time is run ! The wretch beneath the dreary pole So make his latest sun. To what dark cave of frozen night Shall poor ...

To the mistress of my soul.

The measured time is run !
The wretch beneath the dreary pole
So make his latest sun.

To what dark cave of frozen night
Shall poor Jan hie ?
Depriv'd of thee, his life and light,
The sun of all his joy !

We part-but, by these precious drops
That fill thy lovely eyes !
No other light shall guide my steps
Till thy bright beams arise.

She, the fair sun of all her sex,
Has blest my glorious day;
And shall a glimmering planet fix
My worship to its ray ?

.: I am grateful...

.: I am grateful...: I am grateful, guitar, for this day of your chords. Pure is the sound of the sky, the blue voice of air, on fire...

I am grateful...

I am grateful, guitar, for this day
of your chords.
Pure is the sound of the sky,
the blue voice of air,
on fire...

.: The queen ...

.: The queen ...: 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...

The queen ...

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.
But you are the queen.

When you go through the street
no one recognize you.
No one sees your crystal crown,
no one looks at the carpet of red gold
that you tread as you pass,
the non-existent carpet.

And when you appear
all the rivers sound
in my body, bells
shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,
only you and I, my friend
listen to it...