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

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

You give me the light and you are illuminated, your midday is not a day older. And even if the stars go pale with this love, the years do not age: you're a year younger, my friend.

...
Harlequin...

Powerful
voice
of water
on fire,
to day, the day of
harlequin.
The solemn,deliberate,
hoarse,
pure voice of earth
reminding us that we were
still men, or ?
that we shared pain and hope.

Filling
the sky with your sacred voice,
harlequin not just blacks,
for the poor blacks,
but for the poor whites,
for all the poor peoples.
Harlequin why...

.: 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...

.: 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...

.: I'm a Runaway...

.: I'm a Runaway...: I'm a runaway. When I was born They shut me up Inside myself. Ah. but I ran away. If people get sick Of living in the same o...

I'm a Runaway...

I'm a runaway.
When I was born
They shut me up
Inside myself.
Ah. but I ran away.

If people get sick
Of living in
the same old place,
Why not of living
In the same old skin ?

My soul is on
The lookout for me,
But I lie low.
Will it ever find me ?
Never, I hope !

Being myself only
Means being pinned down
And no one at all.
I'll live on the run,
And really live !

.: Where is the smile, or the communicating paint, or...

.: Where is the smile, or the communicating paint, or...: Today is today and yesterday passed - that much is certain. Today is also tomorrow, and I left with some cold year that passed, tha...

Where is the smile, or the communicating paint, or the word that teaches, of the laughter, the clear laugh of those I lost in those ...

Today is today and yesterday passed -
that much is certain.

Today is also tomorrow,
and I left with some cold year that passed,
that year left with me and took me with it.

This, too, is certain.
My skeleton was made up of words as
hard as boons exposed to the air and the
rain, and I was able to celebrate what was
happening leaving behind,
not a song or a testimony,
but a stubborn skeleton of words.

.: Oh, those girls ! I had never seen princesses like...

.: Oh, those girls ! I had never seen princesses like...: From up here I can see them how clumsy my feet are, and also my ... without my advice, how poorly they move on the pavement, they ...

Oh, those girls ! I had never seen princesses like those... And I went around punny and concealing with pride my condition of idiot in love without daring to look at a leg or at that hair which fell from their heads on my desires. And later, ladies and gentlemen, the same thing happened everywhere I went, with an elbow or two cold eyes, they eliminated me from the competition. They did not let me join their meal and went off with their blondes... !

From up here I can see them
how clumsy my feet are,
and also my ...
without my advice,
how poorly they move on the pavement,
they know nothing of the sun
or dust,
they have to learn to be children,
to eat,
to invade,
to climb mountains,

to organise notebooks,
to kill fleas,

to decipher territory,
to discover girls...
To discover ?...
What ?

.: 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...

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

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

.: It's night time: I'm alone and sad, thinking in th...

.: It's night time: I'm alone and sad, thinking in th...: God - where did you find, to light up the sky, this marvellous copper sunset ? It taught me how to fill myself with joy again. Ask...

It's night time: I'm alone and sad, thinking in the light of a flickering candle, about joy and pain, about tired old age and handsome, arrogant youth... When night arrives, as dark as a wolf's mouth, I lose myself in reflections full of bitterness... Or give me two warm breasts and two lovely eyes. If you don't give me those, what good will my ... be ?

God - where did you find,
to light up the sky,
this marvellous copper sunset ?
It taught me how to fill myself
with joy again.

Ask God why I was given
what I was given and why then
I came to know such
loneliness on earth and heaven.

.: My father told me that, in the countryside, he got...

.: My father told me that, in the countryside, he got...: From a landscape of golden  regions of animals  I chose to give you, dear friend, this humble postcard: On a Sunday; Like fal...

My father told me that, in the countryside, he got to know the animals. He said he had looked a lynx in the eyes. He understood the natural language of life, but when they came to fetch him, he was scared, and didn't want to leave.

From a landscape of golden 
regions of animals 
I chose
to give you,
dear friend,
this humble postcard:

On a Sunday;
Like fallow ground I felt your
body open up
to receive all that I can offer you.
... To feel,
to tremble,
oh land,
to sink, 
sink,
sink like the sun at dusk.

.: 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...

.: Sunflower / Girasol...

.: Sunflower / Girasol...: If I did love a Cyclops I would swoon beneath his stronger gaze sans eyelids. O fiery sunflower, ay! The people state at it sans ...

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

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

Between lips and voice something is dying---something with a bird's wings, a thing of anguish and oblivion... Perhaps the imagination's.

Curve of the belly,
hidden and open like a fruit
or a wound.
After eaten...

Sweet naked knee
leaning against my knees.
After S...

Tangle of hair
between the round offerings
of your breasts.

A trace that lingers in the bed
a trace that sleeps in the soul,
words, words and words.

.: 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...

.: Seven hearts are the hearts that I have. But mine ...

.: Seven hearts are the hearts that I have. But mine ...: In the high mountains, mother, where I sometimes ran into the wind, seven girls with long hands carried me around in their mirrors. ...

.: Is it ? Or ??? It so happens that I'm tired of be...

.: Is it ? Or ??? It so happens that I'm tired of be...: It's not true what they say about creative solitude ... The desert is women on earth, or it is as sterile as a man's loneline...

Is it ? Or ??? It so happens that I'm tired of being a man ? I do not think so, I love it...

It's not true what they say about
creative solitude ...
The desert is women on earth,
or it is as sterile as a man's loneliness.

I want to know who you are,
how much you earn,
where you work,
which mine,
which pharmacy.
I have a terrible obligation
to know it all,
to know it all,
day and night,
to know your name.
That's my job ...

.: Now I realise that I've been not one man but sever...

.: Now I realise that I've been not one man but sever...: One is love without end. The second is to see the autumn. I can't live without leaves flying off and falling back to earth. the ...

Now I realise that I've been not one man but several...

One is love without end.
The second is to see the autumn.
I can't live without leaves flying
off and falling back to earth.
the third is the seriousness of winter,
the snow, the rain I loved,
the caress of the fire in the wild cold.
In fourth place comes summer as
round as a watermelon.
The fifth are your eyes,
My beloved friend.
I do not want to sleep without your eyes,
I don't want to live without you looking at me.
I'd give up spring
to be sure you were looking at me.
Friends, that's all I want.
It is virtually nothing and practically everything ...

.: Now you will see what we are truly worth. Now you ...

.: Now you will see what we are truly worth. Now you ...: As I never saw her face I called out to her among the dead, but like the others buried there she does not know, or hear, or answer...

Now you will see what we are truly worth. Now you will see what we are and will be.

As I never saw
her face
I called out to her among the dead,
but like the others buried there
she does not know,
or hear,
or answer,
and there she stays,
alone,
without her ...,
shy and elusive
among the shadows.

.: What can be read on walls...

.: What can be read on walls...: Perhaps, perhaps oblivion on earth, like a mantle can develop growth and  nourish life (maybe), like dark humus in the forest. Perh...

.: We are na fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drap...

.: We are na fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drap...: Fare-the-weel, thou first and fairest! Fare-the-weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka, joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, Lowe and...

.: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...

.: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...: L'absence est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; Il eteint le petit, il allume le grand. Enn så lenge får jeg klare meg me...

.: 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...

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

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

.: What can be read on walls...

.: What can be read on walls...: Perhaps, perhaps oblivion on earth, like a mantle can develop growth and  nourish life (maybe), like dark humus in the forest. Perh...

What can be read on walls...

Perhaps, perhaps oblivion on earth,
like a mantle can develop growth and 
nourish life (maybe),
like dark humus in the forest.

Perhaps, perhaps man,
like a blacksmith,
seeks live coals,
the hammering of iron on iron,
without entering the coal's blind cities,
without closing his eyes,
not sounding the depths,
waters,
minerals,
catastrophes.
Perhaps, but my plate's another,
my food's distinct:
my eyes didn't come to bite oblivion:
my lips open over all time,
 and all time,
not just part of time has consumed my hands.

That's why I'll tell you these sorrows I'd like to put aside,
I'll oblige you to live among their burns again,
not to mark time as in a terminal, before departing,
or to beat the earth with our brows,
or to fill our hearts with salt water,
but to set forth knowing, to touch rectitude
with decisions infinitely charge with meanings,
that severity may be a condition of happiness,
that we may thus become invincible.

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

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

.: Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by night - ...

.: Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by night - ...

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

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

.: I am, I am surrounded by honeysuckle and wasteland...

.: I am, I am surrounded by honeysuckle and wasteland...: Many, many years ago, ago... My eyes went away from me following a dark girl who went by She was made of black mother-of-pearl, ma...

.: I am, I am surrounded by honeysuckle and wasteland...

.: I am, I am surrounded by honeysuckle and wasteland...: Many, many years ago, ago... My eyes went away from me following a dark girl who went by She was made of black mother-of-pearl, ma...

I am, I am surrounded by honeysuckle and wasteland by jackal and lightning, by the enchained perfume of lilacs: I am, I am surrounded by days, months, years, I am, I am surrounded...

Many, many years ago, ago...

My eyes went away from me
following a dark girl who went by

She was made of black mother-of-pearl,
made of dark purple grapes,
and she lashed my blood
with her tail of fire.

After them all
I go.

A pale blonde went by
like a golden planet
swaying her gifts.
and my mouth went
like a wave
discharging on her's...
lightning bolts of blood.

After them all
I go.

Many, many years ago, ago...

But to you,
without my moving,
without seeing you, distant you,
go my blood and my kisses,
my dark one and my fair one,
my tall one and my little one,
my broad one and my slender one,
my ugly one, my beauty,
made of all the gold
and of all the silver,
made of all the wheat
and of all the earth,
made of all the water
of the sea waves,
made for my arms,
made for my kisses,
made for my soul.

Many, many years ago, ago...

When I played my song...
But she, to see me
and to see you,
one day
crossed the seas
and I,
to clasp
her tiny ...
walked all the earth,
with wars and mountains,
with sands and thorns.
With my love...
Many, many years ago, ago...

.: Thinking is discomforting like walking in the rain...

.: Thinking is discomforting like walking in the rain...: Old Town (Obidos) I never kept sheep, But it`s as if I`d done so. My soul is like a shepherd. It knows wind and sun Walking hand in...

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

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

.: Å elske en, man har vunnet men aldri helt kan nå, ...

.: Å elske en, man har vunnet men aldri helt kan nå, ...: Ja nå er mysteriets time her --- Det suser av sludd og regn i tomme trær ! Det er høst uten blader, og regn og snø skal falle i m...

Å elske en, man har vunnet men aldri helt kan nå, det er som å bryte en rosekvist med en duftende rose på...

Ja nå er mysteriets
time her ---
Det suser av sludd og regn
i tomme trær !
Det er høst uten blader,
og regn og snø skal falle
i menneskeblikket !

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

.: Rule or keep quiet. Don't squander yourself, givin...: Autumn Returns A day in mourning falls from the bells like a trembling vague-window cloth, it is a colour, a dream of cherries or g...

Rule or keep quiet. Don't squander yourself, giving what you don't have. What good is the Caesar 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...

Autumn Returns

A day in mourning falls from the bells
like a trembling vague-window cloth,
it is a colour, a dream
of cherries or grapes buried in the earth,
it is a tail of smoke that restless y arrives
to change the colour of the water and the kisses...

I do not know if I make myself clear:
when from on high night approaches,
when the solitary poet at the window 
hears autumn's steed running and the 
leaves of trampled fear rustle in his arteries,
there is something over the sky,
like the tongue of a thick ox,
something in the doubt of the sky and the
atmosphere.

Things return to their places,
the indispensable lawyer,
the hands,
the olive oil,
the bottles,
all the traces of life:
the beds,
above all,
are filled with a bloody liquid,
people deposit their confidences in 
sordid ears,
assassins go down stairs,
it is not this,
however,
but the old gallop,
the horse of the old autumn that trembles and endures.

The horse of the old autumn has a red beard
and the foam of fear covers its cheeks
and the air that follows it is shaped like an ocean
and a perfume of vague buried putrefaction.

Every day down from the sky
comes an ashen colour that doves
must spread over the earth:
the cord that forgetfulness and
weeping weave,
time that has slept long years within
the bells,
everything,
the old tattered suits,
the women who see snow coming,
the black poppies that no one can look at
without dying,
everything falls into the hands that I life
in the midst of the rain.

Is this the life ?

.: But I`m not so think as you drunk I am...

.: But I`m not so think as you drunk I am...: If you want truth to go round the world you must hire an express flight to bring it; But if you want a lie to go round the world, it wil...

.: Adelina de paseo... / Adelina Out Walking...

.: Adelina de paseo... / Adelina Out Walking...: La mar no tiene naranjas, ni Cascais tiene amor. Morena, que luz de fuego. Préstame tu quitasol. Me pondrá la cara verde - zumo de...

.: 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...

.: I have closed off my balcony, for I do not want to...

.: I have closed off my balcony, for I do not want to...: There are very few angels who sing. There are very few dogs who bark. A thousand violin's fit in the pal of my hand. But the ref...

.: Sunflower / Girasol...

.: Sunflower / Girasol...: If I did love a Cyclops I would swoon beneath his stronger gaze sans eyelids. O fiery sunflower, ay! The people state at it sans ...

.: Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in ...

.: Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in ...: Never ask of money spent W'here the spender thinks it went. Nobody was ever meant To remember or invent What he did with every cent...

.: The sorrow of Love !...

.: The sorrow of Love !...: The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves, The full round moon and the star-laden sky, And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves Had h...

.: Where the sally tree went pale in every breeze,wh...

.: Where the sally tree went pale in every breeze,
wh...: Where the sally tree went pale in every breeze, where the perfect eye of the nesting blackbird watched, where one fern was always green. ...

.: Tales of freedom: New man and new woman spoke in t...

.: Tales of freedom: New man and new woman spoke in t...: 'Now let's start again, 'said New Man. 'And again' 'Go back to the earth' 'To simple beginnings.' &#...

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

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

.: Dukk deg ned i epletreet ! Når den banker på ditt ...

.: Dukk deg ned i epletreet ! Når den banker på ditt ...: War: Waste of Blood, and waste of Tears, Waste of youth`s most precious years, Waste of ways the saints have trod, Waste of Glory,  Was...

.: Each thing...

.: Each thing...: Each thing, in its time, has its time. The trees do not blossom in winter, nor does the white cold cover the fields. The heat that t...

Each thing...

Each thing, in its time, has its time.
The trees do not blossom in winter,
nor does the white cold
cover the fields.
The heat that the day required of us
belongs not to the night that's falling.
Let's love with greater calm
our uncertain life.
Sitting by the fire, weary not from our 
work but because it's the hour for weariness,
Let'snot force our voice to be
more than a secret.
And may our words of reminiscence
(which is all the sun's black departure brings us)
be spoken at intervals,
Haphazardly.
Let's remember the past by degrees,
and may the stories told back then,
now twice-told stories,
speak to us
of the flowers that in our distant childhood
we picked with another kind of pleasure
and another consciousness
as we gazed at the world.
And so, sitting there by the fire
as if there forever, like household gods,
let's mend the past -
As if mending clothes
In the disquiet that repose must bring to our lives
when all we do is think of what -
We were, 
and outside there's just night.

.: Straff !

.: Straff !: Ha, disse deilige former - det er tross altfor farlig ! De svulmer som en gudinnes, så naken og så frekt. Jeg prøver å gripe diss ...

Straff !

Ha, disse deilige former -
det er tross altfor farlig !
De svulmer som en gudinnes,
så naken og så frekt.

Jeg prøver å gripe diss former,
de farlige to -
jeg holder dem som i lenker,
som holder dem,
kan du tro.

Jeg vil brennemerke dem med 
mine lepper -
det har de vel fortjent !
Se, hvor de hete lepper
har rosemerket dem !

Du åpner halvt øyet -
gjennom denne spalte,
den strimmel av en formørket,
skyet,
helt overtrukket himmel -
du ser meg i et lys...

.: Sunflower / Girasol...

.: Sunflower / Girasol...: If I did love a Cyclops I would swoon beneath his stronger gaze sans eyelids. O fiery sunflower, ay! The people state at it sans ...

Sunflower / Girasol...

If I did love a Cyclops
I would swoon
beneath his stronger gaze
sans eyelids.
O fiery sunflower, ay!

The people state at it
sans shuddering.
Eyeball of Providence
eyeing a crowdful of
Abel's !

Sunflower sunflower !
Pure savage eyeball
sans wink-age sans irony !

Sunflower sunflower !
Stigmata raging above
a fair full of politicians. 
Sunflower's --- Politicians
the same ? 
Or do they were out and died ?

.: 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...

.: 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. ...

.: 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...

.: Gott ist tot: aber so wie die Art der Menschen ist...

.: Gott ist tot: aber so wie die Art der Menschen ist...: Never stop because you are afraid - you  are never so likely to be wrong. Never keep a line of retreat: it is a wretched invention. Th...

.: 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...

.: 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...

.: Seven hearts are the hearts that I have. But mine ...

.: Seven hearts are the hearts that I have. But mine ...: In the high mountains, mother, where I sometimes ran into the wind, seven girls with long hands carried me around in their mirrors. ...

Seven hearts are the hearts that I have. But mine is not there among them.

In the high mountains,
mother,
where I sometimes ran into the wind,
seven girls with long hands
carried me around in their mirrors.

I have sung my way through this world
with my mouth with its seven petals.
My crimson-coloured galleys
have cast off without rigging or oars.

I have lived my life in landscapes
that other men have owned.
And the secrets I wore at my throat,
unbeknownst to me, had come open.

In the high mountains,
mother,
where my heart rises over its echoes
in the memory book of a star,
I sometimes ran into the wind.

Seven hearts
are the hearts that I have.
But mine is not there among them.

.: A piano on my street...

.: A piano on my street...: A piano on my street... Children playing outside... A Sunday, and the sun A Shining golden with joy... My sorrow that makes me Lo...

.: I have closed off my balcony, for I do not want to...

.: I have closed off my balcony, for I do not want to...: There are very few angels who sing. There are very few dogs who bark. A thousand violin's fit in the pal of my hand. But the ref...

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

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

.: I have closed off my balcony, for I do not want to...

.: I have closed off my balcony, for I do not want to...: There are very few angels who sing. There are very few dogs who bark. A thousand violin's fit in the pal of my hand. But the ref...

.: I have closed off my balcony, for I do not want to...

.: I have closed off my balcony, for I do not want to...: There are very few angels who sing. There are very few dogs who bark. A thousand violin's fit in the pal of my hand. But the ref...

I have closed off my balcony, for I do not want to hear the weeping. But out there, beyond gray walls. And the sea, nothing is heard but the weeping from the refugees on the boats.

There are very few angels who sing.
There are very few dogs who bark.
A thousand violin's fit in the pal of my
hand.
But the refugees how try to escape from
fearless do not sing.

But the weeping is an enormous dog,
the weeping is an enormous angel,
the weeping is an enormous violin,
tears have muzzled the wind,
and nothing is heard but the weeping
from the people how fear. 

Can we help ?
Will we help ?
Or ?