Poems & News: Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel... A...

Poems & News: Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel... A...: Det lille lyset, ditt eget brennende sinn, blender deg og meg; Den som går  med lys i mørket, han ser ikke stjernene. The litt...

Poems & News: Deter er ingen så høy at han ikke må bøye seg, og ...

Poems & News: Deter er ingen så høy at han ikke må bøye seg, og ...: En stirrer seg blind på     meninger  og ser ikke menneskene. Menneskene er alltid på  vei igjennom sine     meninger... A d...

Deter er ingen så høy at han ikke må bøye seg, og ingen så liten at han ikke må tøye seg...There is no one so tall that he did not have to bend, and none so small that he must stretch ... Es gibt keine so sehr, dass er sich nicht bücken müssen, und keiner so klein, dass er strecken muss ...

En stirrer seg blind på
    meninger 
og ser ikke menneskene.

Menneskene er alltid på 
vei igjennom sine
    meninger...

A dangling on
     opinions 
and do not see people.

People are always on
way through their
     Opinions ...  

Ein baumelt an
     Meinungen
und sehen die Leute nicht.

Die Menschen sind immer auf
Weg durch ihre
     Meinungen ...

Poems & News: The sky was in the clouds and the clouds in the bi...

Poems & News: The sky was in the clouds and the clouds in the bi...: Hands full of earth and eyes full of water, I am going to tell you a secret: I do not have a home. No, I do not have a home.

Poems & News: Fattigmannstrøst er å trøste seg selv, sture ikke ...

Poems & News: Fattigmannstrøst er å trøste seg selv, sture ikke ...: Og ingen kjenner, hvor smerten er. Den fattige uten venner, som lengselen brenner når klokker ringer ! En ringer i klokker, bære...

Poems & News: Fattigmannstrøst er å trøste seg selv, sture ikke ...

Poems & News: Fattigmannstrøst er å trøste seg selv, sture ikke ...: Og ingen kjenner, hvor smerten er. Den fattige uten venner, som lengselen brenner når klokker ringer ! En ringer i klokker, bære...

Poems & News: Inspirasjonen kommer med arbeide. Den som løfter b...

Poems & News: Inspirasjonen kommer med arbeide. Den som løfter b...: Alle menneskers rettigheter    blir redusert når ett menneskes    rettigheter er truet... All human rights     are reduced when a...

Poems & News: Inspirasjonen kommer med arbeide. Den som løfter b...

Poems & News: Inspirasjonen kommer med arbeide. Den som løfter b...: Alle menneskers rettigheter    blir redusert når ett menneskes    rettigheter er truet... All human rights     are reduced when a...

Inspirasjonen kommer med arbeide. Den som løfter blir og løfta... Inspiration comes with work. Whoever those how work are also lifted ...

Alle menneskers rettigheter
   blir redusert når ett menneskes
   rettigheter er truet...


All human rights 
   are reduced when a person's
    rights are threatened... 

Poems & News: Der ute i natten er det latter og dans. Hav og sjø...

Poems & News: Der ute i natten er det latter og dans. Hav og sjø...: Og alderen har bragt deg til renhetens kyster, du er ren som Guds moder for syndige lyster. Men se, du gamle, - den levende fanken; ...

Der ute i natten er det latter og dans. Hav og sjø danser med husene. Champagnen den gløder i menneskens sanser. Og fanden er med dem i dans og sang..--- Out there in the night there is laughter and dancing. Oceans and seas dances with houses. Champagne it glows in the human senses. And the devil is with them in dancing and singing .. ---Fuera de allí en la noche hay risas y baile. Océanos y mares baila con las casas. Champagne brilla en los sentidos humanos. Y el diablo está con ellos en el baile y el canto .. --- Da draußen in der Nacht gibt es Lachen und Tanzen. Ozeane und Meere tanzt mit Häusern. Champagne er glüht in den menschlichen Sinnen. Und der Teufel ist mit ihnen in Tanz und Gesang ..

Og alderen har bragt deg til renhetens kyster,
du er ren som Guds moder for syndige lyster.

Men se, du gamle, - den levende fanken;
se, hingsten han gnager sin ungmær i manken !

Ak, verden den ligger da rent i det gale;
selv hingsten gjør en skandale !

Tenk så må det være ! ... Å kom la os løpe !
Verden er verre enn sitt rykte !

And ages have brought you to the purist coasts,

you are pure as God's mother for sinful desires.

But look, you old - the living hell; 

see, stallion he gnaws his young h mare in the mane!

Oh,  world it is as clean in the madness;

even the stallion makes a scandal!

Imagine how it must be! ... Oh come let us run!

The world is worse than its reputation!

Poems & News: Som du tier i skogen, får du svar...

Poems & News: Som du tier i skogen, får du svar...: With serving still This have I won: For my good will To be undone. And for redress Of all my pain Disdainfulness I have again Se...

Poems & News: Oh Guitarra !

Poems & News: Oh Guitarra !: La Guitarra                                                    The Guitar Empieza el llanto                                   ...

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: Alfonso Corte*s say: Time is hunger, space is cold...

Poems & News: Alfonso Corte*s say: Time is hunger, space is cold...: The distance that lies from here To some star that never existed Because God has not yet managed To pull the skin of night that far !...

Poems & News: Fattigmannstrøst er å trøste seg selv, sture ikke ...

Poems & News: Fattigmannstrøst er å trøste seg selv, sture ikke ...: Og ingen kjenner, hvor smerten er. Den fattige uten venner, som lengselen brenner når klokker ringer ! En ringer i klokker, bære...

Poems & News: Fattigmannstrøst er å trøste seg selv, sture ikke ...

Poems & News: Fattigmannstrøst er å trøste seg selv, sture ikke ...: Og ingen kjenner, hvor smerten er. Den fattige uten venner, som lengselen brenner når klokker ringer ! En ringer i klokker, bære...

Fattigmannstrøst er å trøste seg selv, sture ikke lenger, min venn. Så lenge det er liv er det håp, ikke sant ? --- Poor man's comforter is to comfort themselves, mope no longer my friend. As long as there is life there is hope, right? --- Edredón del hombre pobre es confortar a sí mismos, abatida ya no es mi amigo. Mientras hay vida hay esperanza, ¿verdad? --- Schlechte Menschen Tröster ist, sich selbst zu trösten, mope nicht mehr mein Freund. Solange es Leben gibt es Hoffnung, nicht wahr? ---

Og ingen kjenner,
hvor smerten er.
Den fattige uten venner,
som lengselen brenner
når klokker ringer !

En ringer i klokker,
bærer bud om freden,
mens trist og motløs jeg
fremad vandrer så...
mot evighetens vei.

And no one knows,
where the pain is.
The impoverished without friends,
which longings burner
when clocks rings!

Ringing in bels,

bears witness to the peace,

while sad and disheartened I

prospectively hostel so ...

the way everlasting.

Y nadie sabe,

donde está el dolor.

La empobrecida y sin amigos,

el cual anhelos quemador

cuando los relojes anillos!

Una persona que llama en los relojes,

da testimonio de la paz,

mientras yo triste y descorazonado

prospectiva hostal, así ...

el camino eterno.

Und niemand weiß,

wo der Schmerz ist.

Die verarmte ohne Freunde,

die Sehnsucht Brenner

wenn die Uhren Ringe!

Ein Anrufer in Uhren,

zeugt von der Ruhe,

während traurig und mutlos I

prospektiv Herberge so ...

die Art und Weise ewig.

Poems & News: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: El diamante de una estrella... The diamond of a st...

Poems & News: El diamante de una estrella... The diamond of a st...: El diamante de una estrella ha rayado el hondo cielo. Pájaro de luz que quiere escapar del firmamento y huye del enorme nido dond...

Poems & News: The Voice...

Poems & News: The Voice...: Woman much missed, How you call to me, Call to me. Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was al...

Poems & News: Who can watch this, who can read this, not me, I t...

Poems & News: Who can watch this, who can read this, not me, I t...: Boy server of old Falernian, Pour me out more pungent cups As toastmistress Postumia rules, who's drunker than the drunken grape. P...

Poems & News: I always say beauty is only sin deep... But the co...

Poems & News: I always say beauty is only sin deep... But the co...: The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

Poems & News: In dreams begins responsibility...

Poems & News: In dreams begins responsibility...: Think like a wise man but express yourself like the common people...

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: Jeg kjenner meg igjen! De lyse netter, som skaper ...

Poems & News: Jeg kjenner meg igjen! De lyse netter, som skaper ...: Ich lehre euch den Ubermenschen. Der Mensch ist Etwas, das uberwunden werden soll. I teach you the superman. Man is something to be ...

Poems & News: Would like to thank everyone who reads my blog, wh...

Poems & News: Would like to thank everyone who reads my blog, wh...: Vil takke alle som leser min blogg og som har sendt meg hilsner etter de forferdlige hendelser her i Norge. Med så mange døde  og store ...

Poems & News: Tilfreds i ditt hjerte og glad i ditt sinn, den ri...

Poems & News: Tilfreds i ditt hjerte og glad i ditt sinn, den ri...: Den hellige og fuglene... Vi tynges i støvet av syndenes skrud men fuglene er nærmere Gud. Vi veier og måler og tror, vi hvet? Men...

Poems & News: Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel... A...

Poems & News: Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel... A...: Det lille lyset, ditt eget brennende sinn, blender deg og meg; Den som går  med lys i mørket, han ser ikke stjernene. The litt...

Alle vil leve lenge, men ingen vil bli gammel... All would live long but no one would be old .. Todo viviría mucho, pero ninguno habría de edad .. Alle würden lange leben, aber keiner wäre alt ..

Det lille lyset,
ditt eget brennende sinn,
blender deg og meg;
Den som går 
med lys i mørket,
han ser ikke stjernene.



The little light,
your own burning mind,
blender you and me;
Whoever goes
with light in the darkness,
he does not see the stars.

La poca luz,

su propia mente quema,

usted y yo la licuadora;

Quien vaya

con la luz en la oscuridad,

que no ve las estrellas.

Das kleine Licht,

Ihre eigenen Brennen Geist,

Mixer du und ich;

Wer geht

mit Licht in der Dunkelheit,

er sieht nicht die Sterne.

Poems & News: What a fine day !

Poems & News: What a fine day !: When I am sad and weary, When I think all hope has gone, When I walk along High Street I think of you with nothing on... Have a nice...

Poems & News: La canción, que nunca dire, se ha dormido en mis l...

Poems & News: La canción, que nunca dire, se ha dormido en mis l...: There's not a Shakespeare sonnet Or a Beethoven quartet That's easier to like than you Or harder to forget. You think that ...

Poems & News: Den trette finner hvile over alt, den store ser ku...

Poems & News: Den trette finner hvile over alt, den store ser ku...: The weary find rest anywhere, The great sees only glory wherever he goes. Depths of eternity, it is spoken; Each one will always reap w...

Poems & News: La civilizacion no es otra cosa que el ensayo de r...

Poems & News: La civilizacion no es otra cosa que el ensayo de r...: Civilization is nothing more  than the effort to reduce the use of force to the last resort. Vær tro i din vandring, det er kunn en...

Poems & News: Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist...

Poems & News: Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist...: Die Welt des Glucklichen ist eine andres als die des Unglucklichen... Was sich uberhaupt sagen lasset. lasst sich klar sagen; und w...

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: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...

Poems & News: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...: Sus ojos en las umbrías se empanan de inmensa noche, En los recados del aire cruje la aurora salobre. Un cielo de mulos blancos...

Poems & News: Ingenting er... Vi blåser i symbolikken og slenger...

Poems & News: Ingenting er... Vi blåser i symbolikken og slenger...: Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men bare i øyeblikket. Jeg vet ikke hva vi tenkte, vi bare lot hjertet tenke, og te...

Ingenting er... Vi blåser i symbolikken og slenger vår bør på nakken og vandrer til fots naturlig tilbake til romantikken som blomstrer på bare bakken. ------ Nothing ... --- We blowing in symbolism and throws our should on the neck and wandering on foot naturally back to the romance that blooms in only ground.

Store problemer skjenkte
vi en og annen tanke,
men bare i øyeblikket.
Jeg vet ikke hva vi tenkte,
vi bare lot hjertet tenke,
og tenkte kan hende ikke...


Major problems poured out
we one or two thought,
but only at the moment.
I do not know what we 
were thinking, 
we just let the heart think,
and thought that may not ... 

Poems & News: All animals, except man, know that the principal b...

Poems & News: All animals, except man, know that the principal b...: 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...

Poems & News: Nypetorn and rowan berries laughs when snow covers...

Poems & News: Nypetorn and rowan berries laughs when snow covers...: If you ask me where I have been I must say. "If so happens." I must speak of the days how    has gone. I know only the t...

Nypetorn and rowan berries laughs when snow covers the table beckons happy bird chorus, hand out to one and each nypetorn and rowan berries.--- Nypetorn y rowanberries ríe cuando la nieve cubre la mesa hace señas coro pájaro feliz, mano a cada uno y nypetorn y Rowan bayas.. -- Nypetorn og rognebær ler når snøen dekker bordet gjør lykkelig fugl koret tegn, hånd hver og nypetorn og rognebær.-

If you ask me where I have been
I must say.
"If so happens."
I must speak of the days how
   has gone.
I know only the things that the birds lose,
the sea left behind, or my friends weeping.
If you ask me where I come from,
I have to converse with broken things,
with the seasons for peace...

Poems & News: It is not all good which is old and not everything...

Poems & News: It is not all good which is old and not everything...: Into the night of the heart your name drops slowly and moves in silence and falls and breaks and spreads in water.

It is not all good which is old and not everything new that is useful.--- Det er ikke alt godt som er gammelt og ikke alt nytt som er nyttig. --- No es todo lo bueno que es viejo y no todo lo nuevo que es útil.

Into the night of the heart
your name drops slowly
and moves in silence and falls
and breaks and spreads in water.

Poems & News: Fridom er sol over frosen jord, den milde styrke i...

Poems & News: Fridom er sol over frosen jord, den milde styrke i...: No, it's enough I've stood ! It's time, high time to take flight Into my northern wood, Back to its green delight ! sim...

Poems & News: Fridom er sol over frosen jord, den milde styrke i...

Poems & News: Fridom er sol over frosen jord, den milde styrke i...: No, it's enough I've stood ! It's time, high time to take flight Into my northern wood, Back to its green delight ! sim...

Poems & News: Fridom er sol over frosen jord, den milde styrke i...

Poems & News: Fridom er sol over frosen jord, den milde styrke i...: No, it's enough I've stood ! It's time, high time to take flight Into my northern wood, Back to its green delight ! sim...

Fridom er sol over frosen jord, den milde styrke i skaperens ord. --- Freedom is sun over frozen soil, the gentle strength in the Creator's word. --- La libertad es el sol sobre suelo congelado, la suave fuerza en la palabra del Creador.

No, it's enough I've stood !
It's time, high time to take flight
Into my northern wood,
Back to its green delight !
simply to breathe ---
To feast my sigh !

I'll rise with the dawn's first glow
And out in the chill I'll go.
While here, there is nothing, no !
No spring,
No summer,
No burrow,
No lair,
Not a trace
Of anything live
Anywhere !

People changed in their hearts,
Changed all the greenery ---
But those are my native parts,
My dream, 
Freedom, 
Refugee's, 
Starving,
Poverty,
Again,
My dream, so precious to me,
My home,
My sanctuary !

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: You shall love beauty, which is the shadow of God ...

Poems & News: You shall love beauty, which is the shadow of God ...: My play of give and take with clouds and with the winds and what I knew, trembling, of secret springs.

Poems & News: La canción, que nunca dire, se ha dormido en mis l...

Poems & News: La canción, que nunca dire, se ha dormido en mis l...: There's not a Shakespeare sonnet Or a Beethoven quartet That's easier to like than you Or harder to forget. You think that ...

Poems & News: No mundo ha muitas armadillas e o que e' armadilla...

Poems & News: No mundo ha muitas armadillas e o que e' armadilla...: Life is little... life is crazy... But there is nothing else. And you didn't kill yourself, that's the truth. We're a ...

Poems & News: Alfonso Corte*s say: Time is hunger, space is cold...

Poems & News: Alfonso Corte*s say: Time is hunger, space is cold...: The distance that lies from here To some star that never existed Because God has not yet managed To pull the skin of night that far !...

Poems & News: L'amour, tel qu'il existe dans la society, n'est q...

Poems & News: 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.....

Poems & News: Nypetorn og rognebær ler når sneen dekker bordet ...

Poems & News: Nypetorn og rognebær ler når sneen dekker bordet ...: La oss spørre oss fram i stedet for å svare oss bort. Da festen er over, rommet står grått. Jenten' er borte, spellmann' h...

Nypetorn og rognebær ler når sneen dekker bordet lokker glad på fuglekoret, deler ut til en og hver nypetorn og rognebær.

La oss spørre oss fram
i stedet for å svare oss bort.

Da festen er over,
rommet står grått.
Jenten' er borte,
spellmann' har gått.
Inni meg er det tomt
og grått...

Poems & News: I danced in the autumn on top of the leaves --- I ...

Poems & News: I danced in the autumn on top of the leaves --- I ...: I danced barefoot nightly and daily I danced words semantics phonics dactyls trochaic s small and sharp because today I am dancing.....

I danced in the autumn on top of the leaves --- I violated the laws of summer and danced to the ocean delirious macabre and blue --- I dance in winter here in the far north in a house chock full of good...

I danced barefoot nightly and daily
I danced words semantics phonics
dactyls trochaic s
small and sharp
because today I am dancing...
I danced guitars of nostalgic that I never had
I dance the plain without groves of mesquite
I dance to my city
I dance to my self.

Because if today is the end of the world
who would dare to stop dancing ?

Poems & News: Alfonso Corte*s say: Time is hunger, space is cold...

Poems & News: Alfonso Corte*s say: Time is hunger, space is cold...: The distance that lies from here To some star that never existed Because God has not yet managed To pull the skin of night that far !...

Poems & News: Det er ikke kjærligheten som er blind. Det er misu...

Poems & News: Det er ikke kjærligheten som er blind. Det er misu...: The flocks of doves- notes, musical keys, silences, changes- modify the rhythm of the hill. The one who knows how to shine, purif...

Poems & News: Jeg snakket høyt med deg om det ingen i verden vet...

Poems & News: Jeg snakket høyt med deg om det ingen i verden vet...: ... For dagen er du, og lyset er du, solen er du, og sommeren er du, og hele det vakre, vakre, ventende livet er du !

Poems & News: The Right Honourable gentleman is indebted to his ...

Poems & News: The Right Honourable gentleman is indebted to his ...: In reality, killing time  Is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us.

Poems & News: La calle de los mudos : Detrás de las inmóviles v...

Poems & News: La calle de los mudos : Detrás de las inmóviles v...: Preciosa y el aire... Su luna de pergamino Preciosa tocando viene, por un anfibio sendero de cristales y laureles. El silencio sin e...

Poems & News: From rock to rock, with giant-bound - High on thei...

Poems & News: From rock to rock, with giant-bound - High on thei...: The goats wind slow their wonted way, Up craggy steeps and ridges rude; Mark'd by the wild wolf for his prey, From desert cave or ha...

Poems & News: L'amour, tel qu'il existe dans la society, n'est q...

Poems & News: 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.....

Poems & News: No mundo ha muitas armadillas e o que e' armadilla...

Poems & News: No mundo ha muitas armadillas e o que e' armadilla...: Life is little... life is crazy... But there is nothing else. And you didn't kill yourself, that's the truth. We're a ...

No mundo ha muitas armadillas e o que e' armadilla pode ser refugio e o que e' refugio pode ser armadilla.... --- 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...

Life is little...
life is crazy...
But there is nothing else.
And you didn't kill yourself,
that's the truth.

We're a prisoner of life as if
you were in cage.
We're all prisoners.
There are many traps in the world
and they have to be shattered...

Poems & News: Señora de los vientos, garza de la llanura, cuando...

Poems & News: Señora de los vientos, garza de la llanura, cuando...: Lady of the winds, heron of the plains, when you sway your being sings. Gesture of prayer or prelude to flight, through your ...

Poems & News: Alfonso Corte*s say: Time is hunger, space is cold...

Poems & News: Alfonso Corte*s say: Time is hunger, space is cold...: The distance that lies from here To some star that never existed Because God has not yet managed To pull the skin of night that far !...

Alfonso Corte*s say: Time is hunger, space is cold Pray, pray for prayer alone can quit The anxieties of void... Dream is a solitary rock where the soul's hawk nests: Dream, dream, during ordinary life...:

The distance that lies from here
To some star that never existed
Because God has not yet managed
To pull the skin of night that far !

And to think we still believe greater
More useful world peace
Than the peace of one long savage...

This relativity craze
In our contemporary life : There's
What gives space an importance
Found only in ourselves !

Who knows how long we'll take to learn
To live as stars---
Free in the midst of what is without end
And needing no one to feed us.

Earth knows nothing of the paths it daily 
    travels---
Yet those paths are the conscience of earth---
But if this is not so, allow me just
One question:--- 
Time, you and I
Where are we,
I who lives in you
And you who do not exist ?
Allow all this terrible things to happen
On our planet.

Poems & News: Det er ikke kjærligheten som er blind. Men det er ...

Poems & News: Det er ikke kjærligheten som er blind. Men det er ...: It is impossible to live with these people or with anybody at all. Suspicion surrounds you like an escutcheon dye the scarab red ...

Det er ikke kjærligheten som er blind. Men det er misunnelsen... It's not love that makes us blind. But it is envy ... No es amor lo que nos hace ciegos. Pero hay envidia ...

It is impossible to live
with these people
or with anybody at all.
Suspicion surrounds you
like an escutcheon
dye the scarab
red
and paint the dawn's 
directions
Sighing multitudes will
come from far away
to attend the plangent 
calf...

Poems & News: Liten ? Jeg ? Langtifra. Jeg er akkurat stor nok. ...

Poems & News: Liten ? Jeg ? Langtifra. Jeg er akkurat stor nok. ...: The tree is happy because it is scarcely sentience, the hard rock is happier still, it feels nothing: there is no pain as great as ...

Liten ? Jeg ? Langtifra. Jeg er akkurat stor nok. fyller meg selv helt på langs og på tvers fra øverst til nederst. Er du større enn deg selv kanskje ? --- Small?--- I?--- Far from. I'm just big enough. fill myself completely lengthwise and across from top to bottom. Are you greater than yourself perhaps?

The tree is happy because
it is scarcely sentience,
the hard rock is happier still,
it feels nothing:
there is no pain as great as
being alive.
no burden heavier than that of
conscious life.

To be,
and to know nothing,
and to lack a way,
and the dread of having been,
and future terrors...
From...
And the sure terror of being
dead tomorrow,
and to suffer through all life
and through the
darkness of not knowing.

And through what we do not know
and hardly suspect...
Life is not easy or.

Poems & News: Es la tarde gris y triste. Viste el mar de terciop...

Poems & News: Es la tarde gris y triste. Viste el mar de terciop...: The afternoon is sad and gray. The sea is dressed in velvet and the sky is swathed in grief. The violins of the fog lament for the...

Es la tarde gris y triste. Viste el mar de terciopelo, y el cielo profundo viste de duelo... Los violines de la bruma saludan al sol que muere. Salmodia la blanca espuma: ;Miserere! La armonía el cielo inunda, y la brisa va a llevar la canción triste y profunda del mar.

The afternoon is sad and gray.
The sea is dressed in velvet
and the sky is swathed in grief.

The violins of the fog lament
for the dying day.
The white foam intones a 
miserere...

Harmony floods the sky
and the wind carries the deep
and mournful song
of the sea.

Poems & News: Señora de los vientos, garza de la llanura, cuando...

Poems & News: Señora de los vientos, garza de la llanura, cuando...: Lady of the winds, heron of the plains, when you sway your being sings. Gesture of prayer or prelude to flight, through your ...

Señora de los vientos, garza de la llanura, cuando te meces canta tu cintura. --- Gesto de la oración o preludio del vuelo, en tu copa se vierten uno a uno los cielos. --- Desde el país oscuro de los hombres he venido, a mirarte, de rodillas...

Lady of the winds,
heron of the plains,
when you sway
your being sings.

Gesture of prayer
or prelude to flight,
through your branches
the heaven flow.

From the dark land of men
I have come,
on my knees,
to behold you.
Tall,
naked,
singular...

Poems & News: Det er ikke kjærligheten som er blind. Det er misu...

Poems & News: Det er ikke kjærligheten som er blind. Det er misu...: The flocks of doves- notes, musical keys, silences, changes- modify the rhythm of the hill. The one who knows how to shine, purif...

Det er ikke kjærligheten som er blind. Det er misunnelsen... It is not love that is blind. It is envy ...

The flocks of doves-
notes,
musical keys,
silences,
changes-
modify the rhythm of the hill.
The one who knows how to shine,
purifies the bright rings of her neck
by looking back at her neighbour.
She gives the sun a look
and quietly glides on with a single touch,
the form of flights into country clouds...

Poems & News: Why is there always a secret singing; when a lawye...

Poems & News: Why is there always a secret singing; when a lawye...: I am an idealist. I don`t know where  I`m going but I`m on my way, so I hope... Something won`t let me work with a will. Something...

Poems & News: Hills of the North, rejoice; Rivers and mountain-s...

Poems & News: Hills of the North, rejoice; Rivers and mountain-s...: In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way,- I have to go to bed by day. I have to ...

Poems & News: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...

Poems & News: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...: Sus ojos en las umbrías se empanan de inmensa noche, En los recados del aire cruje la aurora salobre. Un cielo de mulos blancos...

Poems & News: If I had your smile awaiting me...

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Que guardas bajo tu joroba ? dijo un camello a una...

Poems & News: Que guardas bajo tu joroba ? dijo un camello a una...: Y la tortuga pregunto: Que conversas con las naranjas ? Es verdad que reparten cartas transparentes, por todo el cielo ?

Poems & News: Labyrinth...

Poems & News: Labyrinth...: Burried alive in an infinite labyrinth of mirrors I hear myself, follow myself, look for myself in this smooth wall of silence. ...

Labyrinth...

Burried alive
in an infinite
labyrinth of mirrors
I hear myself,
follow myself,
look for myself
in this smooth wall of silence.

But I do not find myself...

Poems & News: I didn't have this face then, so calm, and sad, an...

Poems & News: I didn't have this face then, so calm, and sad, an...: I didn't have these week hands then, so still and cool and dead; I didn't have this heart then that I have to bare, today. ...

I didn't have this face then, so calm, and sad, and thin, nor these eyes that are so empty, nor these bitter lips...

I didn't have these week hands then,
so still and cool and dead;
I didn't have this heart then
that I have to bare, today.

I was never aware of changing -
so simple, so certain, so easy.
---Into what mirror then
was my face lost ?

Poems & News: Alt har sin tid...

Poems & News: 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. ...

Poems & News: Die Politik ist die Lehre vom Møglichen... Politic...

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Por que no nací misterioso? Por que crecí sin com...

Poems & News: Por que no nací misterioso? Por que crecí sin com...: 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 wor...

Poems & News: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...

Poems & News: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...: Sus ojos en las umbrías se empanan de inmensa noche, En los recados del aire cruje la aurora salobre. Un cielo de mulos blancos...

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: I never promised you a ...

Poems & News: 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 ...

Poems & News: Don't be afraid of tomorrow ...

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Den som står for høyt, Ser forlite av det små...

Poems & News: Den som står for høyt, Ser forlite av det små...: Himmelen i drift og en uro i alt; Allting higer mot andre former. Fjærne og store stemmer har kallt; Hopp - Hopp - Hopp Og ingen let...

Poems & News: Est ist eine alte Geschichte, Doch bleibt sie imme...

Poems & News: Est ist eine alte Geschichte, Doch bleibt sie imme...: An expert is someone who knows some of the worst mistakes that can be made in his subject and who  manages to avoid them. Ein Fachm...

Poems & News: Å være verdens salt er fryktelig - når hele verden...

Poems & News: Å være verdens salt er fryktelig - når hele verden...: Du har ditt hus, Du ahr din fred, men på denne vide jord må mange drømme seg et sted, et leie og et bord... You have your house, ...

Poems & News: Hills of the North, rejoice; Rivers and mountain-s...

Poems & News: Hills of the North, rejoice; Rivers and mountain-s...: In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way,- I have to go to bed by day. I have to ...

Poems & News: Every day I will think of you ! Longing to see yo...

Poems & News: Every day I will think of you ! Longing to see yo...: Deiligst av alle gleder er Gleden for slett ingen ting. Ikke for noe du kan eller vil, Gleden for intet og Gleden for alt, Gleden for...

Poems & News: Der ewige Freide ist ein Traum, und nicht einmal e...

Poems & News: 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...

Poems & News: Small habits, well pursued betimes, May reach the ...

Poems & News: Small habits, well pursued betimes, May reach the ...: Fairy - Tales The blizzard whirled the world. again it snowed, in crazy pellets Or in fuzzy flakes. Fresh paths for light to reach the...