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Mr Nemó Apr 22
“Það er alltaf einhver að deyja / There’s always someone dying.

Og alltaf einhver að fæðast / And always someone being born.

Sumir fæðast aldrei, þora því ekki / Some never make it—never dare.

Þora EKKI að láta drauminn sinn rætast – Framkallast / Not daring to light the torch.

Það er eitt stærsta verkefni lífsins / It is one of life’s biggest projects.

En flestir átta sig ekki á því, taka ekki eftir því / And most don’t get it—
Og svo er það of seint. / Until it’s already too late.

Láta samfélagið stela af sér sjálfs-myndinni; / Letting society steal their image;
Væntingar samfélagsins ráðast gegn þeim – / Or the expectations of society –

En alltaf er eitthvað að deyja, / And always something dying,

og eitthvað nýtt að fæðast. / And something else trying to get born.

Plís, ekki verða þjáður fáviti eins og ég. / Please, don’t become a tortured fool like me.”

Leifðu þér að fæðast / allow yourself to be born
Something Simple Apr 2015
I think it's about finding your way through life,
you'll get lost and it'll feel like there's no way out
then someone will come and set you on your path again.
One day they will leave, through death or some other way and you'll be left to walk your path alone again.
Yet, that person has given you something,
made you test your own borders and find your own footing.
Don't be afraid and always look closer.
One day you'll find your way home, though there will be doubts and moments of sadness.
Hope is a tricky thing,
it's there
but sometimes you can't feel it
and it will take someone else to help you
start reaching for it
smallhands Aug 2014
Storytelling has always been hard
It's a difficult undertaking for me
Are they even listening? And is this fact or fiction?
I don't remember

-cj
Ef veröldin vissi að hve miklu leyti
þú þjáðist á krossinum þínum,
myndi trú hjá oss brenna eins og þúsund sólir.

Þeir munu aldrei þekkja
þyrnana sem stungu í þig,
eða hvössu flísarnar sem brunnu á bakinu.

Jafnvel þú, Drottinn vor,
spurðir Föðurinn af hverju;
Æ, sjáðu ekki vort trúleysi!

Fyrirgef þú oss syndugum mönnum;
veit þú oss þína miskunn;
börnin þín erum týnd;
þó ég allra týndastur.

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