Det er ingen så høy at han ikke må bøye seg, og ingen så liten at han ikke må tøye seg...--- No-one is not so high that he must not bend and nobody so small that he can not stretch himself ... --- Es gibt keine so sehr, dass er sich nicht bücken müssen, und keiner so klein, dass er strecken muss ... --- Il n'y a pas tellement qu'il n'a pas eu à se pencher, et aucun si petit qu'il doit étirer ...

There is no umbrella
against the stupidity
rising from regions where 
everything is a surprise,
like a flower from a garden.

There is no umbrella
against the love
that chews up and spits
   out---like a mouth:
that grinds like a disaster.

There is no umbrella
against the tedium,
the tedium of four walls,
four seasons,
four points of the compass.

There is no umbrella
against the war in the world
the newspapers ruin each day
with this kind of paper,
all bad news
this ink.

There is no umbrella
against time:
river flowing under the house,
it's current carrying off all
bad days, 
bad conscience,
and all lies in this world,
we hope...