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Where is the poetry?

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Las Vegas Lights Combo 2

Las Vegas Lights Combo 2

Las Vegas Lights Combo 2

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2nd Sun Ascending

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Incidents Surrounding A Joyous Celebration XXVI
Incidents Surrounding A Joyous Celebration XXVI

incidents surrounding a joyous celebration XXVI

There came a voice, it said: because you are silent this is secret, it remains between us like silence.

You will live on without noticing it, you will see and experience many things, rejoice, mourn, go among people

and no one but you will notice it, there is a wind from the sea in the evening that has brought you out to the open heights

and you see lights from the city, voices that carry over the water, see yourself among those who seek their way down the harbour,

but you are outside the harbour, you hear a voice, it says: I have been waiting for you, you are here, there is nothing between us any more,

you are on the move, are free, finally nameless.

Bo Carpelan - translation © 2011 David McDuff found on: http://nordicvoicesinprint.wordpress.com/


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