I dag så jeg to måner, en ny og en gammel. Jeg har stor tru på nymånen. Men det er vel den gamle...

The oldest bull crossed the day.
His legs scratched the planet.
He continued, travelling to where the sea lives.
He reached the shore, the oldest bull.
On the edge of time, the ocean.
He closed his eyes and grass covered him.
He breathed the whole green distance.
And silence built the rest.