Morning life

Early morning, morning sounds

are coming from the woods

I’m driving in my car, listening

to music

set against the morning quiet;

It’s loud, it's keeping me awake,

the deafening noise of hard rock worship –

Along the narrow, winding roads

Along the western fjords –

on my way to work, the day

has just begun

I am a happy man

In the sky a plane appears

out of the blue

A flying aircraft, metal vehicle

of plenty powers –

carrying inhabitants

so far away from here

What are you thinking, all you people,

sitting in your flying seats, high above the ground?

Are you drinking coffee, reading papers,

wiping eyes, withdrawing every piece of night?

Are you happy?

I wonder –

Are you happy…

Then their gone, I’m by myself again,

and the road leads

further on

towards my day, towards my life –

No one will ever know about

the meeting on the road,

it’s like it never happened –

(linka til Ein stück himmel hos Tina's PicStory)

Spegel

Himmelen speglar seg i vatnet,

men bildet eg ser

er heilt feil

Vatnet kan visst spegle lyset,

og visst kan vi sjå

skyene danse

Og visst gir det inntrykk

av djupne og vit;

eg veit, eg veit…

kven du er

Men kan du verkeleg sjå

djupnene – i vasspegelen?

Kan du sjå alt som ligg bak?

For himmelen er ikkje berre skyer

eller klarblå luft,

som eit tak over alt vi gjer –

Det spegelen ikkje viser

er gassar og luftlag

og rørslene over og under

Og det verste av alt,

eller best, om du vil:

Du ser ikkje stjernegalaksar…

Nei, spegelen lyg,

Den viser oss delar

av alt – berre den ytre staffasjen

-

Du speglar deg i spegelen på badet

men bildet du ser

er heilt feil

Spegelen kan visst spegle fjeset,

og visst kan du sjå…

…

…

…

…

(linka til Tina's picstory: Ein stück himmel)

Liquid

It was the winter meltdown

It was the end of war;

The atomic warfare

of cold degrees

against our bodies, against our freedom

to move

with lightness

It was the end, and now it’s gone,

my heart has melted,

your body’s soft

and everything between our steps

is liquid gladness

(Mitt bidrag til Tina's Picstory: Liquid)

Beauty displayed

Make a square with your fingers
and frame this beautiful view:
Two children walking, hand in hand,
supporting the steps of each other

The father is walking behind, 
capturing a picture of his heart 

(Mitt bidrag til Tina's picstory: Beautiful)