lørdag 13. oktober 2018

Que voz suena en las olas. ¿Y no es la voz del mar? Una voz que nos habla. Pero cuando nos despertamos,     nivel --- Porque se está escuchando.


Hvilken stemme lyder i bølgene
Og er ikke havets stemme?
En stemme som snakker til oss.
Men når vi våkner,
   tier
Fordi den blir lyttet til.


What voice sounds in the waves
And is not the voice of the sea?
A voice that speaks to us.
But when we wake up,
    silent
Because it is being listened to.



Welche Stimme klingt in den Wellen
Und ist nicht die Stimme des Meeres?
Eine Stimme, die zu uns spricht.
Aber wenn wir aufwachen,
    Stufe
Weil es gehört wird.


Quelle voix résonne dans les vagues
Et n'est pas la voix de la mer?
Une voix qui nous parle.
Mais quand on se réveille,
    rangée
Parce qu'on l'écoute.



Poems & News: Yes, I am I. I myself, just what I turned out to b...

Poems & News: Yes, I am I. I myself, just what I turned out to b...: CRITICAL AGE... Fearsome, awesome --- Too late to change ! --- You've come for me also, My critical age ! No weakling am I, ...

fredag 12. oktober 2018

Poems & News: Yes, I am I. I myself, just what I turned out to b...

Poems & News: Yes, I am I. I myself, just what I turned out to b...: CRITICAL AGE... Fearsome, awesome --- Too late to change ! --- You've come for me also, My critical age ! No weakling am I, ...

Yes, I am I. I myself, just what I turned out to be after all, a sort of accessory or leftover, the foggy suburbs of my sincere emotion, it's me here inside of me, it's me...



CRITICAL AGE...

Fearsome, awesome ---
Too late to change ! ---
You've come for me also,
My critical age !

No weakling am I,
Yet I don't feel good.
Am I heading right ?
Do I live as I should ?

I've lost my sleep,
My appetite too.
I'm indebted to all,
But what can I do ?

Like a stump on a meadow
Or a shadow on snow,
Or a grey rock showing
When tides are low...

Whose heart have I softened,
To whom stretched a hand ?
Whose pain did I soothe
Or at least understand ?

Who did I bring joy
Or console in old age ?
To whom did I show
The one true way ?

I'm indebted to all,
?
Yet what can I do ?
I could help a lot,
But I'm helpless too.

From grief I've escaped,
I've escaped from ill health,
From very death,
But not from myself...


onsdag 10. oktober 2018

tirsdag 9. oktober 2018

Poems & News: Jeg har aldri kjent noen som er blitt tråkket på. ...

Poems & News: Jeg har aldri kjent noen som er blitt tråkket på. ...: Calme, calme, très calme - Un vent très calme passe par Et disparaître, toujours aussi silencieux. Et je ne sais pas à quoi je pense ...

Jeg har aldri kjent noen som er blitt tråkket på. Alle mine venner og kjent er mestre i alle ting... Og som oftes er de ansvarsløse snyltevepser ! --- I have never known anyone who has been trampled on. All my friends and acquaintances are masters of all things ... And last , they are irresponsible sniper!


Calme, calme, très calme -
Un vent très calme passe par
Et disparaître, toujours aussi silencieux.
Et je ne sais pas à quoi je pense
Et je ne veux pas le savoir non plus.

Bien que:
Je me fâche pour la plus petite chose ...


Ruhig, ruhig, sehr ruhig -
Ein sehr ruhiger Wind kommt vorbei
Und verschwinden, immer noch so still.
Und ich weiß nicht, worüber ich nachdenke
Und ich will es auch nicht wissen.

Obwohl:
Ich werde wütend auf das Kleinste ...

Quiet, quiet, very quiet -
A very quiet wind passes by
And disappear, still as quiet.
And I do not know what I'm thinking about
And do not want to know it either.

Although:
I get angry for the smallest thing ...


Tranquilo, tranquilo, muy tranquilo.
Pasa un viento muy tranquilo.
Y desaparecer, todavía tan tranquilo.
Y no sé en qué estoy pensando.
Y tampoco quiero saberlo.

Aunque
Me enojo por lo más pequeño ...


Stille, stille, meget stille -
En meget stille vind drar forbi
Og forsvinner, stadig like stille.
Og jeg vet ikke hva jeg tenker
Og ønsker ikke å vite det heller.

Selv om:
Jeg blir engestlig for den minste ting...