This evening I was reminded of the time I spent in Denmark, how much that wonderful country means to me, and the special place it holds in my heart. I send my warmest thoughts out to the Danish people!
I love this song! Thank you, Henning.
Tusind Stykker
-Anne Linnet
Man sir' at over skyerne er himlen altid blå
Det kan være svært at forstå når man ikk' kan se den
Og man sir' at efter stormens pisken, kommer solen frem
Men det hjælper sjældent dem der er blevet våde
For når vennerne forsvinder og når livet er betrængt
Ser man alt med ganske andre øjne
Man øver sig og bliver langsomt bedre til at se
og skelne mellem sandheder og løgne
Man siger jo at det der sker er altid godt for noget
Troen har vi fået for at bruge den
Man sir' så meget, men ved så lidt når angsten den har fat
Sjælen mærker illusionen briste
For når vennerne forsvinder og når livet er betrængt
Ser man alt med ganske andre øjne
Man øver sig og bliver langsomt bedre til at se
og skelne mellem sandheder og løgne
Alting kan gå itu
Et hjerte kan gå i tusind stykker
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Kaldte du mig for ven engang
Så er jeg her nok endnu
Mmmmmm
Ja, alting kan gå itu
Et hjerte kan gå i tusind stykker
Kaldte du mig for ven engang
Så er jeg her nok endnu
For når vennerne forsvinder og når livet er betrængt
Ser man alt med ganske andre øjne
Man øver sig og bliver langsomt bedre til at se
og skelne mellem sandheder og løgne
Alting kan gå itu
Et hjerte kan gå i tusind stykker
Kaldte du mig for ven engang
Så er jeg her nok endnu
Alting kan gå itu
Et hjerte kan gå i tusind stykker
Kaldte du mig for ven engang
Så er jeg her nok endnu
Kaldte du mig for ven engang
Så er jeg her nok endnu
Kaldte du mig for ven engang
Så er jeg her nok endnu
Skopelos and Virgin
-by Skorda
when first you see it
across the water,
rising round and new above the mountain.
Open your mouth and swallow
while youth holds its roundness near,
and you are running fearless in the dark.
Hold it inside, it is still warm
and you will need its light,
there, inside you.
Down the road of time, somewhere
after you’ve aged, traveled,
Explored, discovered.
And the dust around your doorway
has been pounded hard and smooth under your feet.
When you find yourself growing weary and bored,
when your eyes see only ruins,
and your heart is empty.
You may believe, in your exhaustion,
that this is truth, at last.
That the mystery has unraveled,
leaving no wilderness to explore or tame.
All secrets have been shared,
the frontier has dissolved.
Know then, with these thoughts,
you have been swallowed.
The warm belly of the beast
comforts with confining darkness
and lulls with rhythmic sounds
Murmuring to you,
Curl up and sleep,
just go to sleep.
Shake your head,
stretch your legs,
do not sleep now.
Remember what you know.
You swallowed the moon,
you hold it inside you.
Not as a magpie hoarding shiny things,
or wearing the moon for beauty
or bartering the moon for wealth.
You swallowed the moon for this moment.
When you will walk to the water’s edge,
open your mouth, release the moon
and let its light build you a pathway
across the wine dark sea.
©Skorda 2008
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Thursday, January 15, 2009
A Thousand Pieces
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