.: 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...

Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, monte, mulos y sombras de mulos cargados de girasoles...

Sus ojos en las umbras
se empanan de inmensa noche.
En los recodos del aire 
cruje la aurora salobre.

Un cielo de mulos blancos
dando a la quieta penumbra
un final de corazones.
Y el agua se pone fría
para que nadie la toque.
Agua loca y descubierta
por el monte, monte, monte.

.: Ode to age --- I don't believe in age --- I have f...

.: Ode to age --- I don't believe in age --- I have f...: All old people carry in their eyes a child, and children at times observe us with the eyes of wise ancients. Shall we measu...

Ode to age --- I don't believe in age --- I have for the last 40 years been 29---

All old people
carry
in their eyes
a child,
and children
at times
observe us with the
eyes of wise ancients.

Shall we measure
life
in meters or kilometres
or months or years ???
How far since you were born ?
How long
must you wander
until
like all men
instead of walking on its surface
we rest below the earth ?

To the man,
to the woman
who utilized their energies,
goodness,
 strength,
anger,
love,
tenderness,
to those who truly
alive
flowered,
and in their sensuality matured,
let us not apply
the measure of a time
that my be something else,
a mineral mantle,
a solar bird,
a flower,
something,
maybe,
but not a measure.

Time,
metal or bird,
long petiolate flower,
stretch
through
man's life,
shower him or her's
with blossoms and with
bright
water
or with hidden sun.
I proclaim you road,
not shroud,
a pristine ladder
with treads
of air,
a suit lovingly
renewed
through springtime's
around the world.

Now,
Now,
Now,
time, I roll you up,
I deposit you in my
bait box
and I am off to fish
with your long line
the fishes of the dawn !
And fish for pleasure after ???
No fishes... 
Only ?

.: Fremad mot det fjerne mål... Vil det være frelsn...

.: Fremad mot det fjerne mål... Vil det være frelsn...: Nedover de trange gater Til havnen i Oslo. Månen skinner som sølv Bare måneskinn lyste opp fortauet Natten faller på i smuget hvor må...

.: 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.

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

.: Av medgang kommer overmot - motgang er til å få fo...: Som du ingen kjente galskapen uten bot Langt borte i sjelens øde... Jeg ser i alt ikke hva det er... Det som er innenfor er lett... D...

.: Ingenting får en mann til å forsøke å bevise at ha...

.: Ingenting får en mann til å forsøke å bevise at ha...: To you I appeal, O my soul ! When I was not yet born, poetry already existed. Poetry will remain when I`m no longer moving. It is in e...

.: Romance de la luna --- Ballad of the Moon.

.: Romance de la luna --- Ballad of the Moon.: La luna vino a la fragua con su polison de nardos. El nino la mira, mira. El nino la esta mirando. En el aire conmovido mueve la l...

.: Bei Tag bist du das Hörensagen, das flüsternd um d...

.: Bei Tag bist du das Hörensagen, das flüsternd um d...: By day you are a hearsay sound running whispered among the many; the silence when the hour has chimed, before it seals slowly again....

.: Are you happy ? You never tell me. Maybe it's bett...

.: Are you happy ? You never tell me. Maybe it's bett...: In you, I see the heroines of' Shakespeare's tragedies. You, unhappy lady, were never saved by anybody. You have grown tire...

.: Are you happy ? You never tell me. Maybe it's bett...

.: Are you happy ? You never tell me. Maybe it's bett...: In you, I see the heroines of' Shakespeare's tragedies. You, unhappy lady, were never saved by anybody. You have grown tire...

Are you happy ? You never tell me. Maybe it's better like this. You've kissed so many others - Animals ? Which makes for sadness...

In you, I see the heroines of'
Shakespeare's tragedies.
You, unhappy lady, were
never saved by anybody.

You have grown tired of repeating
the familiar words of love !
An iron ring on a bloodless hand
is more expressive.

I love you - like a storm burst
overhead - I must confess it;
all the more fiercely because you burn
and bite, and most of all

because our secret lives take
very different paths:
seduction and dark fate
are your inspiration.

To you, my aquiline demon,
I apologise,
In a flash -
as if over a coffin - I realise
it was always too late to save you !

Even as I tremble - it may be
I am dreaming - there
remains one enchanting irony:
for you - are not he.

Beneath this caressing, plush blanket
I call up yesterday's dream.
What was it ?
Whose was the victory ?
Who was defeated ? 
Do you understand ?
I do not think so...

.: 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...

.: 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...

.: Romance de la luna --- Ballad of the Moon.

.: Romance de la luna --- Ballad of the Moon.: La luna vino a la fragua con su polison de nardos. El nino la mira, mira. El nino la esta mirando. En el aire conmovido mueve la l...

.: Det er mangt et godt hode under en gammel hatt...

.: Det er mangt et godt hode under en gammel hatt...: I stripet badedrakt og ør av dødsforakt flyr den med hevet spyd midt i sin egen lyd. Et ondt og giftig stikk det korte øyeblikk av...

.: 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; ...

.: There is no more miserable human being than one in...

.: There is no more miserable human being than one in...: How many souls are there to come, Toeing the Line, and like us all, a mystic ! How many, under the usual dinner-jacket, Won't feel t...

.: Oh Guitarra !

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

.: En leker så lenge med katten at en får kj...

.: En leker så lenge med katten at en får kj...: The world is woven all of dream and error And but one sureness in our truth may lie - That when we hold to aught our thinking`s mirror W...

.: Only one fish in the water. Two beautiful Cordoba ...

.: Only one fish in the water. Two beautiful Cordoba ...: Un solo pez en el agua. Dos Córdobas de hermosura. Córdoba quebrada en chorros. Celeste  Córdoba enjuta...

.: Romance de la luna --- Ballad of the Moon.

.: Romance de la luna --- Ballad of the Moon.: La luna vino a la fragua con su polison de nardos. El nino la mira, mira. El nino la esta mirando. En el aire conmovido mueve la l...

.: Du siechst, ich will viel. Vielleicht will ich all...

.: Du siechst, ich will viel. Vielleicht will ich all...: Es leben so viele und wollen nichts, und sind durch ihres leichten Gerichts glatte Gefühle gefürstet.  Aber du freust dich jedes Ges...

.: 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...

.: 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...

.: En leker så lenge med katten at en får kj...

.: En leker så lenge med katten at en får kj...: The world is woven all of dream and error And but one sureness in our truth may lie - That when we hold to aught our thinking`s mirror W...

.: Romance de la luna --- Ballad of the Moon.

.: Romance de la luna --- Ballad of the Moon.: La luna vino a la fragua con su polison de nardos. El nino la mira, mira. El nino la esta mirando. En el aire conmovido mueve la l...

.: On limestone quarried near the spot. By his comman...

.: On limestone quarried near the spot. By his comman...: Cast a cold eye On life, on death, Horseman pass by ! Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; ...

.: Vann: Hva er det ?

.: Vann: Hva er det ?: Så skal en stråleglans fra deg igjen avspeiles her i oss... Ti når jeg deg i hjerte bærer, da ses det av hvis slekt jeg er. Ei noen...

.: That garland ! Hurry ! For I'm dying ! Weave qui...

.: That garland ! Hurry ! For I'm dying ! Weave qui...: Between your love for me...  and mine for you. --- air of stars and tremor of plant --- a thicket of anemones rises with a dark moan an...

.: 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.....

.: 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 ! ...

.: --- In Warning of Love ---

.: --- In Warning of Love ---: She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said --- 'I love thee true&#39...

.: 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...

.: Det er sent å angre det en ikke kan bøte på...

.: Det er sent å angre det en ikke kan bøte på...: Du som aldri, aldri, sover, flamme, som i mørket finnes: Er du en som tror og håper? Eller er du en som minnes?

.: I am fit for nothing but only to carry candles and...

.: I am fit for nothing but only to carry candles and...: Laughter is nothing else but sudden glory arising from some sudden conception of  some eminency in ourselves, by comparison with the...

.: Bei Tag bist du das Hörensagen, das flüsternd um d...

.: Bei Tag bist du das Hörensagen, das flüsternd um d...: By day you are a hearsay sound running whispered among the many; the silence when the hour has chimed, before it seals slowly again....

.: No es mejor nunca que tarde ? Er ikke aldri bedre ...

.: No es mejor nunca que tarde ? Er ikke aldri bedre ...: I have hurt you, my dear, I have torn your soul. Understand me. Everyone knows who I am, but that "I am" is beside a man...

No es mejor nunca que tarde ? Er ikke aldri bedre enn sent ? Is not never better than late? Ist das nicht besser als nie zu spät? Разве это не лучше, чем никогда не поздно?

I have hurt you, my dear,
I have torn your soul.

Understand me.
Everyone knows who I am,
but that "I am"
is beside a man
for you.

In you I waver, fall
and rise up burning.
You among all beings
have the right
to see me weak.
And your little hand
of bread and guitar
must touch my breast
when it goes off to fight.

That's why I seek in you the firm stone.
Harsh hands I sink in your blood
seeking your firmness
and the depth that I need,
and if I find
only your metallic laughter, if I find
nothing on which to support my harsh steps
adore one, accept
my sadness and my anger,
my enemy hands
destroying you a little
so that you may rise from the clay
refashioned for my struggles.

.: I am fit for nothing but only to carry candles and...

.: I am fit for nothing but only to carry candles and...: Laughter is nothing else but sudden glory arising from some sudden conception of  some eminency in ourselves, by comparison with the...

I am fit for nothing but only to carry candles and be a servant to other's ...

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...

.: Hvem ba meg å rive ned dørene til min egen stolthe...

.: Hvem ba meg å rive ned dørene til min egen stolthe...: It is the love of the people; it is attachment to their government, and politician's promises on to days election campaign. Fro...

Hvem ba meg å rive ned dørene til min egen stolthet ? - Quien me mando desvencijar las puertas de mi propio orgullo ? - Wer sagte mir, reißen die Türen zu meinem eigenen Stolz?- Who told me to tear down the doors to my own pride?

It is the love of the people;
it is attachment to their government,
and politician's promises on to days
election campaign.
From the sense of the deep stake
they have in such a glorious institution,
called I promised you everything if you
re-elect me...
Can we trust our politicians ? 

Det er kjærligheten til folket;
det er kjærlighet til makt og til 
sin egen fortreffelighet, 
og politiker løfter om til dager
valgkampen.
Fra den forstand den dype staven
de har en slik strålende fantasi,
de påstår jeg lovet deg alt hvis du
gjenvelge meg ...
Kan vi stole på våre politikere?

.: --- In Warning of Love ---

.: --- In Warning of Love ---: She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said --- 'I love thee true&#39...

--- In Warning of Love ---

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said ---
'I love thee true'.

She took me to her elfin grot
And there she wept and sigh'd full sore,
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four. 

And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream'd - Ah! woe betide !
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill side.

I saw their starved lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide,
and I awoke and found me here
On the cold hill's side.

And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing...

.: Green, how I love you green... Green wind. Green b...

.: Green, how I love you green... Green wind. Green b...: How I love my green... Green, how I love you green. Great stars of frost come with the shadow-fish that open the path of dawn. The...

Green, how I love you green... Green wind. Green branches. The boat on the sea and the horse on the mountains. With a shadow round her waist she dreams at her railing, green flesh, hair green, with eyes of cold silver. Green, how I love you green. Under the moon all things are looking at her but she cannot look back at them.

How I love my green...

Green, how I love you green.
Great stars of frost
come with the shadow-fish
that open the path of dawn.
The fig tree rubs its wind
with sandpaper branches,
and the hill, wild cat,
bristles its sour agave-leaves.
But who will come ?
And from where... ?
She stays at her railing,
green flesh, green hair,
dreaming of the green sea.

Green, I love my green:

I want to trade
my horse for your house,
my saddle for your mirror,
my knife for your blanket.

I would close this deal.
But I am no longer I
and my house is not my house.

I want to die
decently in my bed.
a steel bed, if it can be,
with sheets of fine linen.
Can't you see this wound
from my chest to my throat ?

But I am no longer I
and my house is not my house
Let me climb at least
as far as the high railings.
Let me climb !
Let me,
as far as the green railings.
Railings of the moon
where the water roars.

Green, how I love you green,
green wind, green branches.
Green where is you, tell me,
where you bitter green ?
How many times did you green wait !
How many times green waited for you,
fresh face, black hair
at this green railing !
Green flesh, green hair,
with eyes of cold silver.
Green how I love you green.

Please my friends have a green time...

.: Signalement: Skriver bare ?... Snakker Norsk om na...

.: Signalement: Skriver bare ?... Snakker Norsk om na...: Akk for et liv !... Imellom skyggetrær på Gamleveien sykler vi lett, som om ingenting kan hindre oss. Hjulene sang gørra skvatt, å for...

.: 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...

.: 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 ! ...

.: Si he muerto y no me he dado cuenta a quien la pre...

.: Si he muerto y no me he dado cuenta a quien la pre...: A kiss on the head... A kiss on the head - wipes away misery. I kiss your head. A kiss on the eyes - takes away sleeplessness. I...

Si he muerto y no me he dado cuenta a quien la pregunto la hora ? --- Hvis jeg var død uten å merke det hvem spurte jeg hva klokken var ? --- If I was dead without noticing it whom I asked what time it was? --- Wenn ich tot war ohne es zu merken, den ich fragte, wie spät es war?

A kiss on the head...

A kiss on the head -
wipes away misery.
I kiss your head.

A kiss on the eyes -
takes away sleeplessness.
I kiss your eyes.

A kiss on the lips -
quenches the deepest thirst.
I kiss your lips.

A kiss on the head -
wipes away memory.
I kiss your head.

Ein Kuss auf den Kopf ...

Ein Kuss auf den Kopf -
wischt Elend.
Ich küsse deinen Kopf.

Ein Kuss auf die Augen -
nimmt Schlaflosigkeit.
Ich küsse deine Augen.

Ein Kuss auf die Lippen -
stillt den tiefsten Durst.
Ich küsse deine Lippen.

Ein Kuss auf den Kopf -
wischt Speicher.
Ich küsse deinen Kopf.
war?

Un beso en la cabeza ...

Un beso en la cabeza -
borra la miseria.
Beso tu cabeza.

Un beso en los ojos -
quita el insomnio.
Beso tus ojos.

Un beso en los labios -
sacia la sed más profunda.
Beso tus labios.

Un beso en la cabeza -
borra la memoria.
Beso tu cabeza.
fue?

.: Oh Guitarra !

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

.: Where is he gone, brilliant, ringing being ? Surel...

.: Where is he gone, brilliant, ringing being ? Surel...: I live my life in  widening rings... As bright with metallic  strike, the hour...

Where is he gone, brilliant, ringing being ? Surely the poor sense him and await him: young, rejoicing --- distant as they are ? does he not rise into their twilight air, poverty's great evening star ?

I live my life in 
widening rings...

As bright with metallic 
strike,
the hour...

.: Bei Tag bist du das Hörensagen, das flüsternd um d...

.: Bei Tag bist du das Hörensagen, das flüsternd um d...: By day you are a hearsay sound running whispered among the many; the silence when the hour has chimed, before it seals slowly again....

Bei Tag bist du das Hörensagen, das flüsternd um die Vielen fliest; die Stille nach dem Stundenschlägen, welche sich langsam wieder schlierst. Jemehr der Tag mit immer schwachen Gebärden sich nach Abend neigt, jemehr bist du, mein Gott. Es steigt dein Reich wie Rauch aus allen Dächern...

By day you are
a hearsay sound running whispered
among the many;
the silence when the hour has chimed,
before it seals slowly again.

The more the day with ever weaker
gestures inclines towards the night,
the more you are,
O God.
You reign rises from the roofs like
smoke...

.: Kritisk alder ?...

.: Kritisk alder ?...: Kritisk alder: Fryktelig, Redsel, For sent å endre. Aldren har kommet for meg også, Min kritiske alder. Våkner jeg ikke ...

.: Donde esta el centro del mar ? Por que no van all...

.: Donde esta el centro del mar ? Por que no van all...: Voice of a young fellow ? Trickling, trickling: I run like sand seeping away between the fingers. I am aware of so many senses, al...

Donde esta el centro del mar ? Por que no van allí las olas ?

Voice of a young fellow ?

Trickling, trickling:
I run like sand seeping away between the fingers.
I am aware of so many senses,
all of them thirsting with new demands.
Painfully in a hundred parts
I throb and tense.
But above all here,
in the heart.

When may I die ?
Let me be.
In the end
I'll probably succeed in feeling such fear
that my pulses will spring apart...

.: Price to the Rich and so, Making clear in advance ...

.: Price to the Rich and so, Making clear in advance ...: 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 r...

.: Du siechst, ich will viel. Vielleicht will ich all...

.: Du siechst, ich will viel. Vielleicht will ich all...: Es leben so viele und wollen nichts, und sind durch ihres leichten Gerichts glatte Gefühle gefürstet.  Aber du freust dich jedes Ges...

.: Kritisk alder ?...

.: Kritisk alder ?...: Kritisk alder: Fryktelig, Redsel, For sent å endre. Aldren har kommet for meg også, Min kritiske alder. Våkner jeg ikke ...

Kritisk alder ?...

Kritisk alder:

Fryktelig, Redsel,

For sent å endre.

Aldren har kommet for meg også,

Min kritiske alder.

Våkner jeg ikke

på en dag som denne?

Men jeg føler meg ikke bra

på en mandag,

Er jeg på rett vei

på en mandag?

Lever jeg som jeg burde?

Får ikke sove

på en tirsdag,

Min appetitt også

på hva ?

Kvinner, Nei.

På en tirsdag

Huff a meg

På en tirsdag

Jeg føler jeg er glad i alle

men hva kan jeg gjøre ?

På en onsdag ?

En øl, eller hva ?

Penger de strekker ikke til

På en onsdag.

Som en stubbe på en eng

Har jeg sovet ut

på en torsdag.

Eller som skygge på snø

eller en gråstein som viser

når tidevannet er lavt.

På en torsdag.

Hvilket hjerte har jeg erobret,

Til hvem har fått min utstrakte hånd?

På en fredag.

Hvilkens smerte leget jeg ?

Den indre eller den yttere ?

Eller i det minste viste omsorg og trygghet

På en fredag

Fytti rakkern nå er det helg igjen

På en fredag.

Hvem ga jeg glede ?

Eller trygghet i alderdommen?

Hvem gjorde jeg glad

På den riktige vei?

På en lørdag

Og så går dansen

På en lørdag

Jeg står i gjeld til alle,

Men hva kan jeg gjøre?

På en søndag morgen

Innenfor min Gud

Kan jeg hjelpe?

Men jeg er altfor hjelpeløs

For en dag !

På en søndag…

.: A missing friend!

.: A missing friend!: A rose by a mossy stone A hidden old house Half-hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky like you. ...

.: 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 ...

.: Oh Guitarra !

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

.: Vann: Hva er det ?

.: Vann: Hva er det ?: Så skal en stråleglans fra deg igjen avspeiles her i oss... Ti når jeg deg i hjerte bærer, da ses det av hvis slekt jeg er. Ei noen...

.: Det er sent å angre det en ikke kan bøte på...

.: Det er sent å angre det en ikke kan bøte på...: Du som aldri, aldri, sover, flamme, som i mørket finnes: Er du en som tror og håper? Eller er du en som minnes?

.: Det vi ga, har vi - Det vi brukte, hadde vi - Det ...

.: Det vi ga, har vi - Det vi brukte, hadde vi - Det ...: One after another, hard-pressed waves Curl in the green motion And hiss white foam into The brownness of sea shores Leisurely clouds ...

.: 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...

.: Unable to sleep, I spend the whole night seeing he...

.: Unable to sleep, I spend the whole night seeing he...: And seeing it always in ways different from where I see her in person. I fashion thoughts from my memory  of how she is when she talk...

.: Daraus, das Einer dich einmal gewollt hat, weis ic...

.: Daraus, das Einer dich einmal gewollt hat, weis ic...: Because, once, He desired you, we too know we are granted the right to seek you. Though we reject the deepest sources, through moun...

Daraus, das Einer dich einmal gewollt hat, weis ich, das wir dich wollen dürfen. Wenn wir auch alle Tiefen verwurfwn: wenn ein Gebirge Gold hat und keiner mehr es ergaben mag, tragt es einmal der Flus zutag, der in die Stille der Steine greift, der vollen. Auch wenn wir nicht wollen: Gott reift...

Because,
once,
He desired you,
we too know we are granted the right to seek you.
Though we reject the deepest sources,
through mountain ore has gold for working
and none the will to fetch it out,
rivers will bring it to the day,
reaching where it tranquilly gathers
in filling rock...

Desire him or not,
God forgathers.

.: Ajo de agónica plata la luna manguante, pone cabel...

.: Ajo de agónica plata la luna manguante, pone cabel...: Garlic clove of dying silver, the waning moon hangs long yellow hair over the yellow towers. Night knocks,  trembling, on the glas...

Ajo de agónica plata la luna manguante, pone cabelleras amarillas a las amarillas torres. La noche llama temblando al cristal de los balcones perseguida por los mil perros que no la conocen, y un olor de vino y ámbar viene de los corredores.

Garlic clove of dying silver,
the waning moon
hangs long yellow hair
over the yellow towers.
Night knocks, 
trembling,
on the glass panes of balconies,
pursued by the thousand 
dogs that do not know her,
and a smell of wine and amber
comes from the corridors.

.: 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...

.: Muerto de amor ...

.: Muerto de amor ...: -Que es aquello que reluce por los altos corredores? -Cierra la puerta hijo mio, acaban de dar las once. -En mis ojos, sin querer, ...

.: 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...

.: Vi tynges i støvet av syndenes skrud, men fuglen i...

.: Vi tynges i støvet av syndenes skrud, men fuglen i...: Vilt er livet... men vilvin er villere... For alle gode tanker de kan slett ikke dø... For ennå bedre tanker er spiret av deres frø... ...

.: 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...

.: Suitor, suitor of mine... / Galan, galancillo...

.: Suitor, suitor of mine... / Galan, galancillo...: Suitor, Suitor of mine. At your house they're burning thyme. Come or go as you please, I'll stay under lock and key. A ke...

.: 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...

.: 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-...

.: That garland ! Hurry ! For I'm dying ! Weave qui...

.: That garland ! Hurry ! For I'm dying ! Weave qui...: Between your love for me...  and mine for you. --- air of stars and tremor of plant --- a thicket of anemones rises with a dark moan an...

.: Ich bete wieder, du Erlauchter, du hörst mich wied...

.: Ich bete wieder, du Erlauchter, du hörst mich wied...: Ich war zerstreut; an Widersacher in Stucken war verteilt mein Ich. O Gott, mich lachten alle Lacher und alle Trinker tranken mich. ...

.: Ha, disse runde skuldre --- det er tross alt et fa...

.: Ha, disse runde skuldre --- det er tross alt et fa...: Jeg tar om disse fanger... Underveis, farlige to --- jag kaster dem i lenker, som holder dem kan du tro... Jeg vil dem merke --...

Ha, disse runde skuldre --- det er tross alt et fagert syn --- de svulmer på en gudinnes --- så nakent og så frekt.

Jeg tar om disse fanger...
Underveis, farlige to ---
jag kaster dem i lenker,
som holder dem kan du tro...

Jeg vil dem merke -- for alltid
det har de vel fortjent !
Se, hvordan de varme lepper
har brent inn som rosenblader...

Du åpner øyet kanskje halvt ---
men den sprekk, den strimmel
av en formørket,
skyet,
hel formørket sommer himmel ---

O, ingen sommer
er finere i verden,
så kjølig mørk,
så regn-blå,
så sommer deilig er den !
Den kvinne...

.: Ich bete wieder, du Erlauchter, du hörst mich wied...

.: Ich bete wieder, du Erlauchter, du hörst mich wied...: Ich war zerstreut; an Widersacher in Stucken war verteilt mein Ich. O Gott, mich lachten alle Lacher und alle Trinker tranken mich. ...

Ich bete wieder, du Erlauchter, du hörst mich wieder durch den Wind, weil meine Tiefen eingebrauchter rauschender Worte mächtig sind.

Ich war zerstreut; an Widersacher
in Stucken war verteilt mein Ich.
O Gott, mich lachten alle Lacher
und alle Trinker tranken mich.