Poems & News: He fumbles at your Spirit as Players at the Keys b...

Poems & News: He fumbles at your Spirit as Players at the Keys b...: Call to me by a name so tender That with longing my heart will wrench- Words and love on the winds will be carried All the way to my ...

He fumbles at your Spirit as Players at the Keys before they drop full Mucik on---

Call to me by a name so tender
That with longing my heart will wrench-
Words and love on the winds will be carried
All the way to my post in the trench...

Poems & News: Hvorfor ? Por que ?

Poems & News: Hvorfor ? Por que ?: Hvorfor?                                                                          Por que? Hvorfor er verden så kald?            ...

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: Time Glasset --- The hourglass --- El reloj de are...

Poems & News: Time Glasset --- The hourglass --- El reloj de are...: The sand lay still and the sunshine scorched It's yellow, loose pate, all ashine. One pinch was soldered in glass with a torch; ...

Poems & News: ONLY LIVE, nothing else-just be. Do not break eart...

Poems & News: ONLY LIVE, nothing else-just be. Do not break eart...: NUR LIVE, sonst nichts - sei einfach.  Zerbrich irdische Bindungen nicht,     geh nicht.  Vergiss nicht - du hast eine Familie und Fr...

ONLY LIVE, nothing else-just be. Do not break earthly ties, don't leave. Don't forget-you've a family and friends... Only live.

NUR LIVE, sonst nichts - sei einfach. 
Zerbrich irdische Bindungen nicht, 
   geh nicht. 
Vergiss nicht - du hast eine Familie und Freunde ... 
Lebe nur.

Seulement en direct, rien d'autre, 
   juste être. 
Ne cassez pas les liens terrestres, 
   ne partez pas. 
N'oublie pas - tu as une famille et des amis ... 
Seulement en direct.

SOLO EN VIVO, 
   nada más, solo se. 
No rompas los lazos terrenales, 
   no te vayas. 
No olvides que tienes familia y amigos ... 
Solo vive.

Poems & News: Time Glasset --- The hourglass --- El reloj de are...

Poems & News: Time Glasset --- The hourglass --- El reloj de are...: The sand lay still and the sunshine scorched It's yellow, loose pate, all ashine. One pinch was soldered in glass with a torch; ...

Poems & News: Time Glasset --- The hourglass --- El reloj de are...

Poems & News: Time Glasset --- The hourglass --- El reloj de are...: The sand lay still and the sunshine scorched It's yellow, loose pate, all ashine. One pinch was soldered in glass with a torch; ...

Time Glasset --- The hourglass --- El reloj de arena --- Die Sanduhr --- Le sablier.

The sand lay still and the sunshine scorched
It's yellow, loose pate, all ashine.
One pinch was soldered in glass with a torch;
Now watch
How the sand measures time.

Not for years-just for minutes the hourglass will run,
Yet time we control within it:
When the sand runs out, turn the glass upside down
And the end, will become the beginning.

It seems to me, too, that I am the same;
Towards night, when my energy's on the wane,
I drop off like dead on a bed or sofa.
Then at dawn I get up, hale and hearty again,
As if I had been turned over.

And maybe, our death is similar, too:
Our friends fresh pine-planks prepare,
Yet death simply turns us over anew,
Like an hourglass; again year by year runs through,
And we never know wear or tear...

Poems & News: I met a lady in the meads, full beautiful - a faer...

Poems & News: I met a lady in the meads, full beautiful - a faer...: Nobody Dies in the morning: It's difficult to imagine How I'll be able again To sleep all night without waking, Without any...

Poems & News: I met a lady in the meads, full beautiful - a faer...

Poems & News: I met a lady in the meads, full beautiful - a faer...: Nobody Dies in the morning: It's difficult to imagine How I'll be able again To sleep all night without waking, Without any...

I met a lady in the meads, full beautiful - a faery's child, her hair was long, her foot was light, and her eyes were wild... J'ai rencontré une dame dans l'hydromel, toute belle - un enfant de fée, ses cheveux étaient longs, son pied était léger, et ses yeux étaient sauvages ... Ich traf eine Dame in den Meads, ganz schön - ein Feenkind, ihr Haar war lang, ihr Fuß war hell, und ihre Augen waren wild ... Me encontré con una señora en el jardín, hermosa, una niña de hadas, con el pelo largo, el pie ligero y los ojos desorbitados ...

Nobody Dies in the morning:

It's difficult to imagine
How I'll be able again
To sleep all night without waking,
Without any nightmare or pain.

Yet nobody dies in the morning.
In the morning we live !

The singing of birds will wake up
The whole of the yard to the gate.
From morning somebody's birthday
Good folks will celebrate.

Yet nobody dies in the morning.
In the morning we live !

Shadows will fade in the corners;
No burden to weigh me down.
Nobody dies in the morning...
The sun starts its daily round !

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: Vi bøyes i støvet av syndenes tyngde, men fuglen p...

Poems & News: Vi bøyes i støvet av syndenes tyngde, men fuglen p...: Helt alene,    kun meg selv... Jeg er glad likevel. Selv om;    Det felles store    fund... Lå på ensamhetens    bunn... A...

Vi bøyes i støvet av syndenes tyngde, men fuglen på grenen den grønne, er nærmere Gud...---We bend in the dust of the heavens of sin, but the bird on the branch the green is closer to God ...--- Wir beugen uns in den Staub der Himmel der Sünde, aber der Vogel auf dem Ast, das Grün, ist näher an Gott ...--- Nous nous plions dans la poussière du ciel du péché, mais l'oiseau sur la branche le vert est plus proche de Dieu ...

Helt alene,
   kun meg selv...
Jeg er glad likevel.

Selv om;
   Det felles store
   fund...
Lå på ensamhetens
   bunn...

All alone,
    just myself
I'm happy anyway.

Although;
The common large
    fund ...
Lie on loneliness
    bottom...

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: 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 saw myself in your eyes and thinking about your ...

Poems & News: I saw myself in your eyes and thinking about your ...: So long, visitor Good day. My poem happened    for you,    for nobody,    for everyone. I beg you;     leave me restless. I ...

Poems & News: You say I'm something more than a stone or a plant...

Poems & News: You say I'm something more than a stone or a plant...: Vous dites que je suis quelque chose de plus qu'une     pierre ou une plante.  Vous dites:  «Vous sentez, vous pensez,  et vous ...

You say I'm something more than a stone or a plant. You say: "You feel, you think, and you know that you think and feel. Do stones write poems? Do plants have ideas about the world?"

Vous dites que je suis quelque chose de plus qu'une 
   pierre ou une plante. 
Vous dites: 
«Vous sentez, vous pensez, 
et vous savez que vous pensez et vous sentez: 
les pierres écrivent-elles des poèmes, 
les plantes ont-elles des idées sur le monde?"

Du sagst, ich bin etwas mehr als ein Stein oder eine Pflanze. 
Du sagst: 
"Du fühlst, du denkst, und du weißt, dass du denkst und fühlst. 
Schreiben Steine Gedichte? Haben Pflanzen Ideen über die Welt?"

Dices que soy algo más que una piedra o una planta. 
Usted dice: 
"Sientes, piensas, y sabes que piensas y sientes. 
¿Las piedras escriben poemas? 
¿Las plantas tienen ideas sobre el mundo?"

Poems & News: I saw myself in your eyes and thinking about your ...

Poems & News: I saw myself in your eyes and thinking about your ...: So long, visitor Good day. My poem happened    for you,    for nobody,    for everyone. I beg you;     leave me restless. I ...

I saw myself in your eyes and thinking about your soul. --- I saw myself in your eyes and thinking about your mouth. --- I saw myself in your eyes, but saw you were dead...

So long, visitor
Good day.
My poem happened
   for you,
   for nobody,
   for everyone.

I beg you; 
   leave me restless.
I live with the impossible ocean
   and silence bleeds me dry.

I die with each wave 
   each day.
I die with each day in each wave.
But the day does not die---
   not ever.
It does not die.
And the wave?
It does not die.

Takk,
Thank you, 
Gracias.
Dank.
Merci.

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: In you the wars and the flights accumulated. From ...

Poems & News: In you the wars and the flights accumulated. From ...: To the lands without name    or numbers, the wind blew down from other domains, the rain brought celestial threads, and the god of ...

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: Yo la encontré por mi destino, de pie a mitad de l...

Poems & News: Yo la encontré por mi destino, de pie a mitad de l...: I climbed the mountain and searched where flowers whiten among the rocks, half sleeping, half waking. When I came down with my bur...

Poems & News: This I feel, and this I write, knowing perfectly a...

Poems & News: This I feel, and this I write, knowing perfectly a...: I try saying what I feel Without thinking about what I feel. I try fitting words to the idea Without going down a corridor Of thoug...

Poems & News: The Past... The old abundant days, transient keepe...

Poems & News: The Past... The old abundant days, transient keepe...: So long, visitor. Good day. My writings happened for you, for nobody, for everyone. I beg you; leave me restless. I live with the...

The Past... The old abundant days, transient keepers of happiness, shall come no more.---Die Vergangenheit ... Die alten, reichen Tage, vorübergehende Hüter des Glücks, werden nicht mehr kommen.

So long, visitor.
Good day.
My writings happened
for you, for nobody,
for everyone.

I beg you; leave me restless.
I live with the impossible ocean
and silence bleeds me dry.

I die with each wave each day.
I die with each day in each wave.
But the day does not die---
not ever.
It does not die.
And the wave?
It does not die.

Thank you.

Poems & News: In you the wars and the flights accumulated. From ...

Poems & News: In you the wars and the flights accumulated. From ...: To the lands without name    or numbers, the wind blew down from other domains, the rain brought celestial threads, and the god of ...

Poems & News: In you the wars and the flights accumulated. From ...

Poems & News: In you the wars and the flights accumulated. From ...: To the lands without name    or numbers, the wind blew down from other domains, the rain brought celestial threads, and the god of ...

In you the wars and the flights accumulated. From you the wings of the songbirds roses...

To the lands without name
   or numbers,
the wind blew down from other domains,
the rain brought celestial threads,
and the god of the impregnated altars
restored flowers and lives...