Category: Places
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My Heart Sinks (whenever I remember my beloved) Part 2
When he sulked, time sulked, the whole universe sulkedWhat can I say, I have no words, this parting has beaten me downMaybe he forgot my memories, but who can forget him? My heart sinks whenever I remember my beloved How do I console my heart, I can’t bear the lonelinessThis is what I got in…
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Sunday Blues – Darker
Last Sunday we set the clock back one hour. The end of daylight savings time is a sure sign of the arrival of autumn. Even though there is still the occasional day where the sun feels warm on my skin, the chill has definitely arrived. The days are getting cold. The nights colder. But it…
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My Heart Sinks (Whenever I Remember my Beloved)
My heart sinks whenever I remember my belovedMy dearest lives far away, would someone bring him back? My heart sinks whenever I remember my beloved My heart’s desire is not with me, with whom shall I talk? To me, nobody is like him, to whom shall I open my heart? I keep begging but I…
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Ved Rondane
No seer eg atter slike Fjøll og Dalar,som deim eg i min fyrste Ungdom saag,og sama Vind den heite Panna ‘svalar;og Gullet ligg paa Snjo, som fyrr det laag.Det er eit Barnemaal, som til meg talar,og gjer’ meg tankefull, men endaa fjaagMed Ungdomsminni er den Tala blandad:Det strøymer paa meg, so eg knapt kan anda.…
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En Route to Gaustatoppen
Gaustatoppen, considered by many to be the most beautiful mountain in Norway, towers above the town of Rjukan at an altitude of 1883 meters (6178 feet). The views from the top, as well as along the route, are stunning, and on a clear day, hikers can see one sixth of Norway from the summit! The…
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The First Day of Spring
Today, after weeks of low temperatures caused by Siberian winds from the East, the snow finally gave in to the warmth of the March sun. From afar, the droplets from the melting snow on the roof seemed to be falling lazily onto the wooden railing on top the fence below. As March 1st, the first…
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Sunday Blues
The last time I visited this place, was fourteen years ago, almost to the date. Standing here by the edge of the river again, nothing seems to have changed. The trees, the rocks, the water, even the shrubs, they all look the same. The sound of running water and the wind rustling the leaves. The…
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Sad Things
Why do you write sad things? he asked. When I am here, when I love you. Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you. It is inevitable. But please understand; from the moment I met you, I stopped writing for the past. I no longer write for the present.…
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Passing Time
I feel the end is drawing near, would time be so kind to slow? You are everything to me, my dear, you are all I really know. But as I sit and wait and fear and watch the hours go— Everything that happened here happened long ago. – Lullabies, by Lang Leav
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Winter’s Sunset
There’s something wonderfully sad about a winter’s sunset. It deadens the pain, the melancholy of regret. A fleeting moment of calm surrender. And ephemeral beauty. Captured in an instant. Forever preserved. In the vast darkness of my heart. A tiny light deserved
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