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...