.: 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...

.: Pisces...

.: Pisces...: Right on cue the magpie, broken white I don't want to pick up and the weather, of course... So when sunshine joints the damp ...

Pisces...

Right on cue
the magpie,
broken white
I don't want to pick up
and the weather,
of course...

So when sunshine joints the damp
I'm turning 
around & around
looking for 
indigo-violet stripes,
a different pattern.

Stronger than re-assembly,
the tug
and pull of resemblance

much, much later,
the rain and
remembrance...

.: A dream

.: A dream: Then a dream from my young days Come to me in my rocking chars I dream on my best time in my life Then I take my stick, my hat And go t...

.: Sand...

.: Sand...: Livet er som et sand slott? We lived in powerless egotism. Our soul tumultuous and disordered. By thought and feeling`s endless sch...

.: 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 ...

.: 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...

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

.: Hvem vet ! En lysere fremtid gror i smilets spor.....: Se, se ! Et vidunderlig syn ! Toppene vaier i stjerneskinn dugggylne dryss av høydeskrekk. Roten er drømmene dypt i ditt sinns jom...

.: Sometimes we wonder; Sometimes we are the reason w...

.: Sometimes we wonder; Sometimes we are the reason w...: White hair means yearning For youth's lost pleasures Not only through age But also life's sorrows Yearnings are white doves...

.: 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...

.: Sometimes we wonder; Sometimes we are the reason w...

.: Sometimes we wonder; Sometimes we are the reason w...: White hair means yearning For youth's lost pleasures Not only through age But also life's sorrows Yearnings are white doves...

.: Om allverden både rår og spår tar vi veien der hvo...

.: Om allverden både rår og spår tar vi veien der hvo...: Inne ute... I jordens indre... Hva finner en der ? Mon tro...

.: Only live...

.: Only live...: Only live, nothing else - just be. Do not break earthly ties, don't leave. Don't forget - you've a family. Garden paths ...

.: 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...

.: Don't be afraid of tomorrow ...

.: Don't be afraid of tomorrow ...: Sometimes, It's like being lonely, Walking the dirt track road, You can sit, Watch the clouds, Time through the hour glass, Or...

.: Modern times !

.: Modern times !: There was a land, which I suppose, where everyone had  a crooked nose; And the crooked nose that everyone had in no manner did ma...

Modern times !

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
him sad.

But in that land a man
was born...
Whose nose more straight
and clean was worn;

And the men of that land
with a public hate
killed the man whose
nose was straight.

.: Om allverden både rår og spår tar vi veien der hvo...

.: Om allverden både rår og spår tar vi veien der hvo...: Inne ute... I jordens indre... Hva finner en der ? Mon tro...

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.

Inne ute...
I jordens indre...
Hva finner en der ?
Mon tro...

.: Og nå står bjerkene i brudeslør, og fuglene er ser...

.: Og nå står bjerkene i brudeslør, og fuglene er ser...: And now birches in the bridal veil,  and the birds are waiters!  And everyone has their own voice got, even glacier smiles and gurgle...

Og nå står bjerkene i brudeslør, og fuglene er servitører ! Og så har alle sin egen stemme fått, selv breen smiler og klukker og alle har sine yndefulle sanger.

And now birches in the bridal veil, 
and the birds are waiters! 
And everyone has their own voice got,
even glacier smiles and gurgles and 
everyone has their graceful songs.

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...

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 don`t understand either him or myself.
Life`s come to a standstill.
My room is cluttered,
I need to clean,
I need to get order,
Who knows whether I have time for breakfast to day ?
Who knows how many days I have before I get my house in order ?
Can`t work,
Can`t sleep,
Can`t breathe,
Can`t write,
Can`t walk,
Can`t smile
Can`t talk,
Can LOVE...

.: Wenn wir einen Menschen hassen, so hassen wir in s...

.: Wenn wir einen Menschen hassen, so hassen wir in s...: If you hate a person, you hate something  in him that is part of yourself. What isn`t part of ourselves doesen`t  distrub us. The...

.: 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...

.: Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i Moss ? Y cuan...

.: Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i Moss ? Y cuan...: Look: I can see them, Staring at me, As I gaze back, Glassy eyes, They are open to all, But closed around, My non-existent heart,...

Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i Moss ? Y cuando se fundo la luz esto sucedió en Moss ?

Look:
I can see them,
Staring at me,
As I gaze back,
Glassy eyes,
They are open to all,
But closed around,
My non-existent heart,
Beating silently.

Can you hear me ?
Where are the light ?

Of course -
I am only a doll,
Walk past me,
Yet stopping to glance,
Play with me...

Oh what a pretty thing I am.

.: If I should ever by chance...

.: If I should ever by chance...: If I should ever by chance grow rich I'll buy elephant's, crocodiles, and monkeys, roses, pygron, and lap-water,  I think... ...

.: Sometimes we wonder; Sometimes we are the reason w...

.: Sometimes we wonder; Sometimes we are the reason w...: White hair means yearning For youth's lost pleasures Not only through age But also life's sorrows Yearnings are white doves...

.: Sometimes we wonder; Sometimes we are the reason w...

.: Sometimes we wonder; Sometimes we are the reason w...: White hair means yearning For youth's lost pleasures Not only through age But also life's sorrows Yearnings are white doves...

.: Sometimes we wonder; Sometimes we are the reason w...

.: Sometimes we wonder; Sometimes we are the reason w...: White hair means yearning For youth's lost pleasures Not only through age But also life's sorrows Yearnings are white doves...

Sometimes we wonder; Sometimes we are the reason why. Sometimes we do not know why...

White hair means yearning
For youth's lost pleasures
Not only through age
But also life's sorrows

Yearnings are white doves
Safely we'll guard them
Paradise of memories
Youth's lost pleasure

How gently the snow falls
No need for storm to rage
Hair the colour of snow
Not only through age

Worse than time's passage
Which whitens our heads
Are love's madness
And the sorrows of life.

.: 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...

.: 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...

.: Last Window...

.: Last Window...: In your frail loft (a fortress of shadows) before desire is trimmed, before the soundest sleep, stark and symmetrical, (without the...

.: I never promised you a ...

.: I never promised you a ...: In dead hours of night a guitar is trembling and a woman singing her bitter fado. Even through the grimy and murky glass of her ...

.: I never promised you a ...

.: I never promised you a ...: In dead hours of night a guitar is trembling and a woman singing her bitter fado. Even through the grimy and murky glass of her ...

I never promised you a ...

In dead hours of night
a guitar is trembling
and a woman singing
her bitter fado.

Even through the grimy
and murky glass
of her window
there comes a voice
for all who go
down street of old
Lisbon
hurt by her sorrow.
The shameful old songs
the moon,
the guitar
and the woman singing.

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

.: Hvem vet ! En lysere fremtid gror i smilets spor.....: Se, se ! Et vidunderlig syn ! Toppene vaier i stjerneskinn dugggylne dryss av høydeskrekk. Roten er drømmene dypt i ditt sinns jom...

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

Se, se !
Et vidunderlig syn !
Toppene vaier i stjerneskinn
dugggylne dryss av høydeskrekk.
Roten er drømmene dypt i ditt sinns
jomfruelige jord,
Synet er vakkert som
hengivelsens kyss.

.: We all have dirty hands...

.: We all have dirty hands...: Our hands are dirtied by the dirty work we do. We poor people raise our hands for sale. the only asset we have and for feeding our ch...

.: Remember our street ? Where we used to meet and l...

.: Remember our street ? Where we used to meet and l...: A cold and wet wind came, cold even for springtime, to sweep you away like leaves that fell later the autumn after You'd gone....

.: Don't be afraid of tomorrow ...

.: Don't be afraid of tomorrow ...: Sometimes, It's like being lonely, Walking the dirt track road, You can sit, Watch the clouds, Time through the hour glass, Or...

.: We all have dirty hands...

.: We all have dirty hands...: Our hands are dirtied by the dirty work we do. We poor people raise our hands for sale. the only asset we have and for feeding our ch...

.: And give me silence, give me water, give me hope.....

.: And give me silence, give me water, give me hope.....: Hope... Give me the struggle, The iron, The volcanoes, Let bodies cling like magnets to my body. Come quickly to my veins  And to ...

And give me silence, give me water, give me hope...

Hope...
Give me the struggle,
The iron,
The volcanoes,
Let bodies cling like magnets to my body.
Come quickly to my veins 
And to my mouth.
Speak through my speech,
And through my blood.
As if nobody died, nothing
As if they were falling
On the ground, 
Or water on water.
Ice is cold...
Life is cold...
People is cold...
Hope ?

.: 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, ...

.: Grønn er vårens hekk, kåpene er kastet vekk, lufte...

.: Grønn er vårens hekk, kåpene er kastet vekk, lufte...: Når lyset flammer i våre stuer og lange skygger rundt på  veggen setter. Da er  badesesongen over! Vakre kvinner små og store, røde,...

.: De la terrible presencia---

.: De la terrible presencia---: Yo quiero que el agua se quede sin cauce. Yo quiero que el viento se quede sin valles. Quiero que la noche se quede sin ojos y mi cora...

.: Don't be afraid of tomorrow ...

.: Don't be afraid of tomorrow ...: Sometimes, It's like being lonely, Walking the dirt track road, You can sit, Watch the clouds, Time through the hour glass, Or...

Don't be afraid of tomorrow ...

Sometimes,
It's like being lonely,
Walking the dirt track road,
You can sit,
Watch the clouds,
Time through the hour glass,
Or you can keep going.
embracing what you have,
Realising what there is.

Until you reach the crossroads.

Life brings people,
The ones you want,
And the ones that you need
Choice keeps them close,
Pushes keeps them away,
Yet everything you learn,
But how they enter,
Stay.

Through you can't keep all of them.

Every person who crosses your path,
leaves a footprint,
Though you decide,
Which ones do I treasure ?
For every good and every bad,
You can let go or hold on,
Build yourself,
To remember yesterday,
Give today everything you are,
And don't be afraid of tomorrow...

.: We all have dirty hands...

.: We all have dirty hands...: Our hands are dirtied by the dirty work we do. We poor people raise our hands for sale. the only asset we have and for feeding our ch...

.: We all have dirty hands...

.: We all have dirty hands...: Our hands are dirtied by the dirty work we do. We poor people raise our hands for sale. the only asset we have and for feeding our ch...

We all have dirty hands...

Our hands are dirtied by the dirty work we do.
We poor people raise our hands for sale.
the only asset we have and for feeding our children's,
We ask what will you bid ?
For hands that know the saw,
The hammer,,
Sickle,
Plough,
Picking grapes and fruit's,
And break the land and sow the seed that gives you bread.

Our hands that grasp the sickle, the strong sun burns the brown.
Turning the grapes to wine, see how it stains our hands.
We climb the mountain slopes, we cut the tall trees down
For ships to bring you wealth from other people's lands.

You praise our hands and say the work of them is good
You take and take from us. When did you ever give ?
Dirt cheap you get our work, dirt cheap sweat and blood.
Little you know, little you care what lives we live.

There's coal under the skin of the hands that dig your mines
And sweat falls on the hands we clasp at the angel-us.
We build your palaces on hills above the plains
We build you fields and vineyard's downhill
So we look up to you and you look down on us.

And for the land you own and call our Motherland
You taught our hands to shoot, gas, stab our brothers dead
And bleeding there with them in a land called No Man's Land
We clenched and squeezed the clay as though we kneaded bread.

Our dirty hands are strong. The work of them is good.
To day we have no jobs, Young people without hope,
No security,
No pension or cut in our social welfare
Only the fancy finance's make the money, 
Do not mind as long as they get what they want.
They are nice and egoist's as long as they have what they desire.
And one day perhaps more hope will come to us ?
And you will pay dear for the lives you made us live.
Some day perhaps...

.: Er ikke aldri bedre enn sent ?

.: Er ikke aldri bedre enn sent ?: Nos es mejor nunca que tarde ?  Is not never better than late? I ask the passing wind for news Of how my people fare But wind ...

Er ikke aldri bedre enn sent ?

Nos es mejor nunca que tarde ?

 Is not never better than late?

I ask the passing wind for news
Of how my people fare
But wind keeps silence on the truth
And speaks of no despair.

I ask the rivers on which dreams
Are carried down the flood
But there's no calm in that rough stream
Just sorrow and bad blood...

They carry dreams but leave behind
Nothing of home but tears.
Oh rivers, what comfort will you find ?
When no one ever hears.

.: Go away... Earth and heaven deceive my gaze heaven...

.: Go away... Earth and heaven deceive my gaze heaven...: My name tastes to me of sand, sand piles at the bottom of a newborn river into truths I dream up and sorrows I overcome. I taste ...

Go away... Earth and heaven deceive my gaze heaven and earth I see only you what I lost when I lost my ... Go away take this fate of yours this fate of mine, this passion belongs to the wind, the wind and night, says it's my brother, my kin. The wind remember and forgets the storm, and I.

My name tastes to me of sand,
sand
piles at the bottom
of a newborn river
into truths I dream up
and sorrows I overcome.

I taste people on my tongue.

My name grainy and like a
forged trunk it branches on the
grid roads of the world.

I sing a mawaal and yearn
I sing a mawaal and bind
humankind to the fields of
my land.

My name ran out of the days of love.

My name ran out of the days when love
was by my side and now I only live.
To extinguish a star I desire to see
and in the desire my name tastes to me
of love.

.: Hay algo mas triste en el mundo que un tren inmóvi...

.: Hay algo mas triste en el mundo que un tren inmóvi...: Is there anything sadder in the world  than a stationary train in the rain? Finnes det noe tristere i verden enn et stillestående to...

Hay algo mas triste en el mundo que un tren inmóvil en la lluvia ?

Is there anything sadder in the world 
than a stationary train in the rain?

Finnes det noe tristere i verden
enn et stillestående tog i regnet ?

.: Remember our street ? Where we used to meet and l...

.: Remember our street ? Where we used to meet and l...: A cold and wet wind came, cold even for springtime, to sweep you away like leaves that fell later the autumn after You'd gone....

Remember our street ? Where we used to meet and lived and loved in ? where you used to live and I still do and which was supposed to see us through ?

A cold and wet wind came,
cold even for springtime,
to sweep you away
like leaves that fell later
the autumn after

You'd gone. A sea
in moonlight brings you back 
to me sometimes, but it is only
a mirage, a stratagem,
a ghost in my garden.

Our poor street
looks empty now it is too late
to find you.
Sometimes
I imagine you coming and going
like you used to.
But there is only the going.

.: Ah, pirates, pirates, pirates ! Love me and hate ...

.: Ah, pirates, pirates, pirates ! Love me and hate ...: I want to be a beast acting out all your gestures, a beast sinking its teeth in keels and gunwales. Devouring masts and sopping up ...

Ah, pirates, pirates, pirates ! Love me and hate me, pirates ! Pirates, let me melt into you !

I want to be a beast acting out
all your gestures,
a beast sinking its teeth in keels
and gunwales.
Devouring masts and sopping up
blood
and tar on deck.
Chewing up sails and oars,
ropes and pulleys.
A monster female
sea-serpent,
gorging herself on crimes !

A symphony of sensations rises,
incompatible and
analogous,
An orchestration in my bloodstream
of tumultuous questions.

Raging like a hot gale in my soul...

.: Let's play or ? ---The discipline of sounds gone...

.: Let's play or ? ---The discipline of sounds gone...: Pieces Right on cue the magpie, broken guitar broken  I don't want to pick up what ? And the weather, of course, So when s...

Let's play or ? ---The discipline of sounds gone ? You the other side - half, and half again pennyworth of dimes --- swam --- song ?

Pieces
Right on cue
the magpie,
broken guitar
broken 
I don't want to pick up
what ?
And the weather,
of course,

So when sunshine joins the damp
and no guitar no more.
I'm looking for strings,
looking for indigo-violet stripes,
strings
a different pattern.

Strong
strong
much,
much later,
the rain.
Tones ? No tones...

.: Ulike strenger har den beste klangen...

.: Ulike strenger har den beste klangen...: Alt har sin faste tid. Alt som skjer under himmelen har sin tid: En tid til å føde, en til å dø ; En tid til å plante, en til å rykk...

.: 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...

.: Only live...

.: Only live...: Only live, nothing else - just be. Do not break earthly ties, don't leave. Don't forget - you've a family. Garden paths ...

.: Dreams of my Favorited town ... When night falls o...

.: Dreams of my Favorited town ... When night falls o...: And from some wretched garret stolen from Alfama's misery, locked inside four walls of water - four stony walls of sobbing, fou...

.: Dreams of my Favorited town ... When night falls o...

.: Dreams of my Favorited town ... When night falls o...: And from some wretched garret stolen from Alfama's misery, locked inside four walls of water - four stony walls of sobbing, fou...

Dreams of my Favorited town ... When night falls over Lisbon then the whole of the Alfama become a ship without sails, or a house without windows, where people sit and grow cold.

And from some wretched garret
stolen from Alfama's misery,
locked inside four walls of water
- four stony walls of sobbing,
four walls of long disquiet -
at night a song will soar out
which lights up the whole city !
But Alfama, disenchanted,
still smells of melancholy.

It does not smell of fado
but of solitary people
sitting in a wounded silence
that tastes of bread and sadness.
Alfama does not smell of fado -
but it has no other song...

.: My heart is singing like a morning bird. A great h...

.: My heart is singing like a morning bird. A great h...: My love, My love, My god-love ! Let me kiss... On thy cold lips thy hot lips now immortal, Greeting thee at Death's portal's hap...

.: 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...

.: Å løfte sitt blikk til stjernene, det er den beste...

.: Å løfte sitt blikk til stjernene, det er den beste...: "Onkel vet." "Hva mener du med vet?" "Onkel er voksen." "Voksen og voksen -" "Onkel er et ...

.: The spilled blood of this...

.: The spilled blood of this...: I don't want to see it ! Tell the moon to come, for I don't want to see Syria's blood on the sand. I don't want...

.: Jeg kom fra bortenfor havet og hvor drar jeg når h...

.: Jeg kom fra bortenfor havet og hvor drar jeg når h...: Yo llegue de detrás del mar y donde voy cuando me ataja ?

.: I have come to the borders of sleep. The unfathoma...

.: I have come to the borders of sleep. The unfathoma...: Many a road and track That, since the dawn's first crack, Up to the forest brink, Deceived the travellers Suddenly blurs, And i...

.: Since we do nothing in this confused world...

.: Since we do nothing in this confused world...: That lasts or that, lasting, is of any worth, and even what's useful for us we lose So soon, with our own lives. Let us pr...

Since we do nothing in this confused world...

That lasts or that,
lasting,
is of any worth,
and even what's useful for us we lose
So soon,
with our own lives.

Let us prefer the pleasure of the moment
to an absurd concern with the future,
Whose only certainty is the harm we
suffer now to pay for its prosperity.

Tomorrow doesn't exist in Syria...
This moment 
Alone is mine or...
And I am only who existed
in this instant horrible conflict.
Which might be the last of
the self pretended to be.

We are calm because we are unknown,
And myself because I'm calm,
because I'm unknown.
And we all are unknown of this
Disaster. 
Humans what is that...