Poems & News: My name is the yes bird, bird of a single feather,...

Poems & News: My name is the yes bird, bird of a single feather,...: The hour of Stones fell on my head like a stone, my fate was uncertain, a moment of darkness... I ask forgiveness for this blind ma...

My name is the yes bird, bird of a single feather, a flyer with a clear shadow and confused clarity... I fly, and I fail to fly, but I sing. I'm the furious bird of the tranquil storm...

The hour of Stones fell
on my head like a stone,
my fate was uncertain,
a moment of darkness...
I ask forgiveness for this
blind man who saw and
didn't see?

Poems & News: Finnes det noe tristere i verden enn et stilleståe...

Poems & News: Finnes det noe tristere i verden enn et stilleståe...: Hva sier den gammele asken når den går ved siden av ilden? Que dice la vieja ceniza cuando camina junto al fuego? What says the o...

Finnes det noe tristere i verden enn et stillestående tog i regn ? Hay algo mas triste en el mundo que un tren inmóvil en la lluvia? Is there anything sadder in the world than a still train in the rain?

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

Que dice la vieja ceniza
cuando camina junto al fuego?

What says the old ashes
when it goes next to the fire?

Poems & News: To think a flower is to see and smell it, and to e...

Poems & News: To think a flower is to see and smell it, and to e...: I don't know what Nature is: I sing it... I live on top of a hill In a solitary,  Whitewashed house, Or is it red? And that is...

Poems & News: "The sons of the sons of the son---what will they ...

Poems & News: "The sons of the sons of the son---what will they ...: Hva betyr det å være standhaftig I dødens alle'? Que significa persistir en el callejón de la muerte?

Poems & News: Cuando veo de nuevo el mar el mar me ha visto o no...

Poems & News: Cuando veo de nuevo el mar el mar me ha visto o no...: One God is born. Others die. Truth did not come or go. Error changed... Eternity is different now.  What happened was better always...

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

Poems & News: Hvis jeg var død uten å merke det hvem spurte jeg ...: I am, I am surrounded by honeysuckle and wasteland, by jackal and lightning, by the enchanted perfume of lilacs: I am, I am surro...

Poems & News: "The sons of the sons of the son---what will they ...

Poems & News: "The sons of the sons of the son---what will they ...: Hva betyr det å være standhaftig I dødens alle'? Que significa persistir en el callejón de la muerte?

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

Poems & News: 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... ...

Poems & News: A tailor specialising in purple had locked up the ...

Poems & News: A tailor specialising in purple had locked up the ...: Woman:  Do you have a sword  decorated  with myrtle leaves ? Man: Smiles and raises his right foot...

Poems & News: I was once a star. I travelled anywhere my path no...

Poems & News: I was once a star. I travelled anywhere my path no...: You and I, We're inked like soul mates... It was a fresh nice day, That we picked, White and purple flowers. Drawn in our blo...

I was once a star. I travelled anywhere my path not even a journey just me, my own universe - You and they imagined me floating aimlessly...endlessly... whilst you had seen me a beacon of hope the guide to wish and to change yet you forget I breathed death from the moment I began.

You and I,
We're inked like soul mates...
It was a fresh nice day,
That we picked,
White and purple flowers.

Drawn in our blood,
Lined with black...
It was a fresh nice day,
That we picked,
White and purple flowers.

Yet we were already bound,
Together, in buds and chains, -
Before that fresh nice day,
That we picked,
White and purple flowers.

Marked with every blossom,
That have been our trials and joys -
I'm glad it was that nice day,
That we picked.
White and purple flowers.

Poems & News: I ask the passing wind for news... Of how my peopl...

Poems & News: I ask the passing wind for news... Of how my peopl...: Have you ever looked through glass? You see straight through it, But you don't know what's inside. I see you on the other sid...

Poems & News: I ask the passing wind for news... Of how my peopl...

Poems & News: I ask the passing wind for news... Of how my peopl...: Have you ever looked through glass? You see straight through it, But you don't know what's inside. I see you on the other sid...

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

Have you ever looked through glass?
You see straight through it,
But you don't know what's inside.
I see you on the other side.

Push it, Smash it, Break it,
You want to get at me.
Only when glass shatters,
The truth really matters.

Chink, Chink, Chink.

I hear you now,
But listen?
I don't understand.

Palm to palm,
Fingertip to fingertip,
Cold, hard glass.
Why can't I feel you ?

Have you ever looked through glass?
I know you; you know me.
It's clear now.
Crack...

Poems & News: The cherry trees bend over and are shedding on the...

Poems & News: The cherry trees bend over and are shedding on the...: By the ford at the town's edge Horse and carter rest; The carter smokes on the bridge Watching the water press in swathes about his...

Poems & News: Listen, my child, to the silence, an undulating si...

Poems & News: Listen, my child, to the silence, an undulating si...: El silencio... Oye, hijo mio, el silencio, Es un silencio ondulado, un silencio, donde resbalan valles y ecos y que inclina las fr...

Poems & News: Hva sier den gamle asken når den går ved siden av ...

Poems & News: Hva sier den gamle asken når den går ved siden av ...: To' see a World in a grain of sand. And a Heaven in a wild flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hou...

Poems & News: Barefoot over the earth!

Poems & News: 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 ...

Poems & News: Darkness of night, out of which I came. I'm too al...

Poems & News: Darkness of night, out of which I came. I'm too al...: Round the world it roams Trying the good life out It doesn't stay  it's back... Across the way   a cheerless place Where sa...

Darkness of night, out of which I came. I'm too alone in the world and yet not alone enough...

Round the world it roams
Trying the good life out
It doesn't stay  it's back...

Across the way   a cheerless place
Where sadness   sadness lives
When it leaves home to go singing
It has a wild intent
It utters a shrill refrain
To the guitar's lament

Day after day it sings
Then anxiously returns
Home as in a sailing ship
With Yearning on the stern.

Across the way   a cheerless place
Where sadness   sadness lives.

What became of my road to...
When fall came this way?
The moon has been stowed
And the cars put away...

Across the way   a cheerless place
Where sadness   sadness lives.

Poems & News: That some time ago I was not, are you aware? and y...

Poems & News: That some time ago I was not, are you aware? and y...: For I am more than dream in dream. Only the preachers after borders are like days or like tones, forcing themselves hard through you...

That some time ago I was not, are you aware? and you say, no. If I ask release from hast, if I can slow, I shall hold out against the past...

For I am more than
dream in dream.
Only the preachers after borders
are like days or like tones,
forcing themselves hard through your
hands,
foreign,
following their freedoms;
and your hands mourn to let them stream.

The dark is left you,
yours alone,
and into the further empty span
arose a world history
built of an ever blinder stone.
Does even one soul continue building?
Mass calls after mass in vain,
the stones are neglected where they lie,

and none of them is of your hewing...

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

Poems & News: 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.' &#...

Poems & News: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Life is a house in ruins...

Poems & News: Life is a house in ruins...: And we mean to fix it up  and make it snug. With our hands we knock it  into shape to the very top. Like our life's... Two in ...

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

Poems & News: Hvis jeg var død uten å merke det hvem spurte jeg ...: I am, I am surrounded by honeysuckle and wasteland, by jackal and lightning, by the enchanted perfume of lilacs: I am, I am surro...

Hvis jeg var død uten å merke det hvem spurte jeg hva klokken var ? If I was dead without noticing it whom should I asked what time it was?

I am,
I am surrounded
by honeysuckle and wasteland,
by jackal and lightning,
by the enchanted perfume of lilacs:
I am,
I am surrounded
by days, months,
waters that I alone know,
by fingernails, fish, 
months that I alone establish,
I am,
I am surrounded
by the slender combatant foam
of the seaboard full of bells.
The scarlet shirt of soldiers and bombs...
Dark blood like autumn
poured on the ground...

Poems & News: Give me silence, give me water, hope... Give me th...

Poems & News: Give me silence, give me water, hope... Give me th...: As if nobody died, nothing... As if they were stones falling... As if they was bomb's falling... As if they come from friends, h...

Give me silence, give me water, hope... Give me the struggle, the iron, the flowers. Don't give me the bad things in this modern world... Let bodies cling like magnets to my body. Come quickly to my veins and to my mouth. Speak through my words, and through my thinking...

As if nobody died, nothing...
As if they were stones falling...
As if they was bomb's falling...
As if they come from friends,
how has become enemy.
Bomb's on the ground,
or water on water.
People's been killed,
As if they only was nobody.

Poems & News: As I never saw her face I called out to her among ...

Poems & News: As I never saw her face I called out to her among ...: I forgot a love, an umbrella and whatever else. I've lived thinking about  this love or about an object without any desti...

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 therer she stays, alone, without her son, shy and elusive among the shadows...

I forgot
a love,
an umbrella and
whatever else.

I've lived thinking
about 
this love
or about an object without
any destiny...

I want to see
whether I can find
what I lost,
what perhaps is
waiting for me still...

Poems & News: To all, to you silent beings of the night who took...

Poems & News: To all, to you silent beings of the night who took...: Today the day was a full glass. Today the day was an immense wave, Today it was all the earth. Today the tempestuous sea lifted us ...

To all, to you silent beings of the night who took my hand in the darkness, to you, lamps of immortal light, star lines, staff of life, secret brethren, to all, to you how took my wineglass and empty it... To all, to all, to whomever I don't know, to whomever heard this name, to those who dwell all along our long rivers, at the foot of the mountains, in the sulfuric shadow of copper, to fishermen and farmhands to natives on the shores of lakes sparkling like glass, to the shoemaker who at this very hour questions, to you, to the one who unknowingly has awaited me. I belong and acknowledge and sing. To all, to you...

Today the day was a full glass.
Today the day was an immense wave,
Today it was all the earth.

Today the tempestuous sea
lifted us in a kiss
so high that we trembled
in the flash of lightning
and, tied together, descended
and submerged without unravelling.

today our bodies became immense,
they grew up to the edge of the world
and rolled melting themselves
into one single drop
of wax or meteor.

A new door opened between
you and me and someone,
still without a face,
was waiting for us there.

Poems & News: I see a rose beside the water, a little cup of red...

Poems & News: I see a rose beside the water, a little cup of red...: LIFE AND DEATH OF A ... The butterfly from no-where flies in the tempest: all the equinoctial threads, the emeralds' frozen pas...

I see a rose beside the water, a little cup of red eyelids sustained aloft by an eternal sound: a green-leaved light touch the head-springs and transfigures the forest with solitary beings with transparent feet: the air's full of bright vestments and the tree establishes its dormant magnitude.

LIFE AND DEATH OF A ...

The butterfly from no-where
flies in the tempest:
all the equinoctial threads,
the emeralds' frozen paste,
everything flies in the thunderbolt,
the air's ultimate consequences are shaken,
then a rain of green stamens
and the emerald's startled pollen rises;
its great velvets of wet fragrance
fall on the cyclone's blue shores,
merge with the fallen terrestrial leavens,
return to the homeland of leaves.

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

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...

Poems & News: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...: I fjellet Fjellet stiger mot himmelen, stivnet og stum av sinne. Dypt der nede er dalen innhyllet i et slør av tåke. Stormer ru...

Poems & News: Hva kan du eie når livet selv er et lån! --- Wha...

Poems & News: Hva kan du eie når livet selv er et lån! --- Wha...:

Hva kan du eie når livet selv er et lån! --- What can you own when life itself is a loan!

 

Poems & News: En lever og lærer en en masse, en blir filosof og ...

Poems & News: En lever og lærer en en masse, en blir filosof og ...: Det ligner en salig salme som synger om livets vei: Her kan vi komme hverandre  imøte, mitt barn og jeg. Jeg kommer fra vinterveier...

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

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.

Poems & News: Las seis cuerdas... La guitarra hace llorar a los ...

Poems & News: Las seis cuerdas... La guitarra hace llorar a los ...: The Six Strings The guitar makes dreams weep. The sobs of lost souls escape through its round mouth. And like the tarantula it...

Las seis cuerdas... La guitarra hace llorar a los suenos. El sollozo de las almas perdidas se escapa por su boca redonda. Y como la tarántula, teje una gran estrella para cazar suspiros, que flotan en su negro aljibe de madera.

The Six Strings

The guitar
makes dreams weep.
The sobs of lost
souls
escape through its round
mouth.
And like the tarantula
it weaves a large star
to trap the sighs
floating in its black
wooden cistern.

Whenever I die
bury me with my guitar
beneath the sand.

Whenever I die
among my guitar's
and songs.

Whenever I die,
bury me if you wish 
in a weather vane.

Whenever I die!
Don't bury my 
Guitar...

Poems & News: Punal ... El punal entra en el corazon como la rej...

Poems & News: Punal ... El punal entra en el corazon como la rej...: The dagger goes into the heart like the blade of a plough into barren land. No Don't run it through me, No.

Punal ... El punal entra en el corazon como la reja del arado en el yermo---No No me lo claves - No

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

No
Don't run it through me,
No.

Poems & News: There are many traps in the world and what is a tr...

Poems & News: There are many traps in the world and what is a tr...: If someone tells you it's not for sure, tell him to come here, to put his hands over his stomach and swear, to bear witness to t...

There are many traps in the world and what is a trap could be a refuge and what is a refuge could be a trap...There are many traps in the world and many mouths telling you that life is too little that life is too crazy. And why not Bomb? They ask you... Life is little life is crazy but there is nothing else. You're a prisoner of life as if you were in a cage. We're all prisoners... So there are many traps in the world and they have to be shattered.

If someone tells you it's not for sure,
tell him to come here,
to put his hands over his stomach and swear,
to bear witness to the whole truth.
To see the light in the oily street,
the stopped cars,
the people passing and passing,
the four doors which face the East,
the empty bicycles,
the bricks, 
the affectionate quicklime,
the bookshelves tumbling behind you,
the gray hairs on your father's head,
the son your wife never had,
and the money that walks in with its
        mouth full of shit.
In the name of the undefeated God
in the contest of the democracies,
tell him to swear he's seen and heard.
Because he's also got hear the crime of the 
       cats
and keep his ears glued to the big clock they 
       keep winding.
So there are many traps in the World.

Hope ?

Poems & News: Hey, What a life that was, what a life, ho! ho! - ...

Poems & News: Hey, What a life that was, what a life, ho! ho! - ...: Crushed keels, sunk ships, blood on the waters, Decks floating in gore, chunks of corpses ! Fingers lopped off on the gunwales ! Her...

Poems & News: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Give ear to my words, O Lord, Pay heed to my prote...

Poems & News: Give ear to my words, O Lord, Pay heed to my prote...: Politic-ans... Like empty beer cans, like empty cigarette butts; Our days have been like that. Like figures passing on a T.V. scr...

Give ear to my words, O Lord, Pay heed to my protest for you are not a God friendly to politicians neither are you a partisan of their politics nor are you influenced by their propaganda neither are you in league with the people...

Politic-ans...

Like empty beer cans,
like empty cigarette butts;
Our days have been like that.
Like figures passing on a
T.V. screen.
And disappearing,
so my life has gone.
Like cars going by fast
on the roads
with girls laughing and radios
playing...
Beauty got obsolete as fast
as car models
and forgotten radio hits.
Nothing is left of those
days,
nothing,'
but empty beer cans,

cigarette butts,
smile on faded photos,
torn tickets
and the sawdust with which,
in the mornings,
they swept out the bars.

Do we love them?
Do we trust them?
Do we...

Poems & News: Los ángeles buscaban un cuerpo para el Llanto, com...

Poems & News: Los ángeles buscaban un cuerpo para el Llanto, com...: The angels looked for a body for tears, the smaller sex posed in the light, its hair just barely the pronoun of waves.

Los ángeles buscaban un cuerpo para el Llanto, com el sexo menor posado en una lampara, y su peinado, apenas pronombre de las olas.

The angels looked for a body for tears,
the smaller sex posed in the light,
its hair just barely the pronoun of waves.

Poems & News: The smooth earthly elements and the dull elapsed p...

Poems & News: The smooth earthly elements and the dull elapsed p...: On the verge of wounding myself  and hearing myself, now that I'm full of  sprouts and quite eyelids, when I have my time of bir...

The smooth earthly elements and the dull elapsed pulp flow back to my form and gather. The birds change me and major shifts of sound, and the earth by thrusts of its plains...

On the verge of wounding myself 
and hearing myself,
now that I'm full of 
sprouts and quite eyelids,
when I have my time of birth
in which the temporal bones descend,
when I name myself for myself,
silent,
and someone I'm not already remembers me,
weeping and bleeding at half height
over what is stopped
exposed
and then restored.

Poems & News: Har et pæretre flere blader enn Søken etter den ta...

Poems & News: Har et pæretre flere blader enn Søken etter den ta...: Hvor lenge vi de andre snakke når vi allerede har snakket ? How long those they others talk when we have already spoken? Hasta cua...

Poems & News: A verse repeating a cool breeze, summer in the fie...

Poems & News: A verse repeating a cool breeze, summer in the fie...: Or, in winter, the snowy Summits in the distance, The fireside where we sit singing tales handed down, And a poem to tell all this....

A verse repeating a cool breeze, summer in the fields, and the soul's courtyard vacant and sunlit...

Or, in winter, the snowy
Summits in the distance,
The fireside where we sit
singing tales handed down,
And a poem to tell all this...

The gods grant
Few pleasures beyond
These, which are nothing.
But they also grant
That we want no others.

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

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Fandens gebursdag er fanden så fin, selv om den og...

Poems & News: Fandens gebursdag er fanden så fin, selv om den og...: Jo større mannefall, dess flere harpestrenger, og higen etter ry gjør hjertet koldt og hårdt. Mitt råd er ganske enkelt: En skal opp...

Poems & News: In you ...

Poems & News: In you ...: You little rose, rose-let, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as through I'll ...

Poems & News: Livet... There is always a certain risk in being a...

Poems & News: Livet... There is always a certain risk in being a...: Drivkraftens styrke... En ide satt i system.

Poems & News: To think a flower is to see and smell it, and to e...

Poems & News: To think a flower is to see and smell it, and to e...: I don't know what Nature is: I sing it... I live on top of a hill In a solitary,  Whitewashed house, Or is it red? And that is...

Poems & News: To think a flower is to see and smell it, and to e...

Poems & News: To think a flower is to see and smell it, and to e...: I don't know what Nature is: I sing it... I live on top of a hill In a solitary,  Whitewashed house, Or is it red? And that is...

Poems & News: Who whispered in you ear that secret...For goddess...

Poems & News: Who whispered in you ear that secret...For goddess...: Not me, for I'd not dare tell you. Not someone else, for none else knew it. But whose brow lightly grazed your hair To fill your ...

Who whispered in you ear that secret...For goddesses have heard- That love full of faith and fear that's true only if kept secret?... Who told it to you so soon?

Not me, for I'd not dare tell you.
Not someone else, for none else knew it.
But whose brow lightly grazed your hair
To fill your ear with what he felt?
Was it someone, was it?

Or was it solely your dreaming and
I who dreamed you dreaming it?
Was it simply some jealousy of mine
That assumed it spoken,
Since I'll never speak it,
That supposed it done,
Since I only feigned it,
In dreams not even I know of?

Be that as it may---who was it that so lightly
At your ear, attending vaguely,
Told you of this love present in me
But like the merest passing thought
That yearns and feels not?

It was desire, unvoiced and bodiless,
That, hearing me dream you,
Spoken the phrase eternal, 
So mad and so unworthy---
The phrase the gods hope for from that
Joyfulness
By which Olympus is diminished?

Poems & News: No one, in the wast and virgin jungle...of this un...

Poems & News: No one, in the wast and virgin jungle...of this un...: I ask the gods only to forget me, Neither sad nor glad, I shall be free, Free as the wind is, Giving life to the air that is nothin...

No one, in the wast and virgin jungle...of this unreckoned world, ever sees the God he knows. Only that is borne upon the wind, upon the wind is heard. all we ponder, our loves, our gods, pass on, because we do.

I ask the gods only to forget me,
Neither sad nor glad,
I shall be free,
Free as the wind is,
Giving life to the air that is nothing.
Love and hatred seek us out,
Both oppressively,
Each differently.
Only he is free
To whom the gods grant nothing.

Poems & News: En skal ikke gape større enn munnen tåler!

Poems & News: En skal ikke gape større enn munnen tåler!: There was a land, which I suppose, Where everyone had a crooked nose; And the crooked nose that everyone had In no manner did make hi...

Poems & News: Barefoot over the earth!

Poems & News: 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 ...

Poems & News: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Life is like a very short visit to a toy shop betw...

Poems & News: Life is like a very short visit to a toy shop betw...: Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm to others In this close hand of Love, now soft a...

Poems & News: They never taste who always drink; They always tal...

Poems & News: They never taste who always drink; They always tal...: No, no; for my virginity, When I lost that, says Rose, I'll die: Behind the elms last night, cried Dick, Rose, were you not extremely...

Poems & News: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: To travel ! Leave countries behind...

Poems & News: To travel ! Leave countries behind...: To travel!  Leave countries behind! Be someone else indefinitely, Having a soul without roots Means living only to see! To belong...

To travel ! Leave countries behind...

To travel! 
Leave countries behind!
Be someone else indefinitely,
Having a soul without roots
Means living only to see!

To belong to no one, not even myself!
Move ahead always, follow
The absence of any real end,
And having the wish to reach it!

Travelling this way is really travelling.
But I do so without needing
More than the dream of an open road.
The rest?
Just earth and sky...