"unna" poems
J’ai Perdu Mon Couer
I kept all my childhood dreams
in the sweaty palms of my hands
and one after another they found a
regret and slipped
away.
Jeg Mistett mitt hjerte
J’ai garde tous les rêves
dans la paume de mes mains
moites et l’un après l’autre ils
ont trouvé un regret et tranquillement
glissé ****
I Lost My Heart
Jeg beholdt barndommen drommer
i svett handflatene og etter hverandre
de fant anger go fled unna.
But that is not where I am.
I am a day dreamer
I am a dream chaser, all night long.
I am striding half empty
always to feel the joy, pouring
spilling over the edge of
my day into night. Running
down the sides of this vessel,
saturated with the pieces
of the dreams that stuck
to the sweat and in the pores
of these two hands of a man
that hide the child’s hands inside.
De svarte skyene kjenner mitt navn
Yes, the black clouds know my name
Les nuages noirs connaissent mon nom.
And I know the God that created this heart.
Je l’entends battre
Som Thors hammer
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
Det kaller på oss
som en svak hvisken i vintervinden følger det oss
Aldri slipper vi unna dets kalde gisp
Den tunge kjettingen strammes rundt brystet
Kulden sprer seg gjennom kroppen
Lammer tankene
Fyller sinnet
Til det omfavner deg
Og alt du ser er
dødt
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC