Primitive force 3

 

The pulse of the sea
are those words
all men before me have spoken
And I hear them through my skin
and understand them
The mouse, darting over the sand
I see with my heart,
and what I taste with my eyes
is my midnight supper

Kamete

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Primitive force 2

Right now  life is sprouting everywhere in nature, 

and the evenings become lighter and lighter.

Soon we are in the midst of these gaggling, mystical nights 

where no light fades completely -

where the evening star appears radiantly on a light green, 

pink, golden sky and the smell of night intoxicates. 

This time is so short, so fleeting. We have to drink it in and 

keep it firmly alive through the dark, oppressive winter nights.

What made the vault of heaven so vast?
Could a night be all colors at one time?
Silver-red azure-light
Moon-polished thought
alone in dim-glossy air
The sonorous vibrations tickle my nostrils
All is calm
and the songs from the Universe
smell like the meadows of Eden

Kamete

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Primitive force 1

Last time I was sitting here,
it was winter
That time too
the ocean was quiet for a moment
Squeezed by tons of icecoat-armour
it had time off from battle
But I knew then,
that soon enough
again with a moan and a bellow
the giant would run amuck
Lift up the strait-jacket
as if it was nothing
Wrench these masses
as though they were scrap metal
Break them like matches

Kamete

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Men størst af alt er kærligheden

Der skal blot et kort møde til

med flygtninge af kød og blod,

før tyngden af de byrder, de bærer

på mærkes gennem marv og ben...

Uden dig, elskede,  

åd havets gru mit fortumlede sind

Uden dine kærtegn var nattens salte mørke 

som syre mod mit skind

Drevet fra alt, jeg har elsket,

drømte jeg blot om at leve...

Gående i tusinders fodspor 

sled asfalten huller i mit selvværd,

mens jeg drømte de sødeste drømme 

om kærligheden og et liv uden rædsler 

Drømte om et liv uden angst i 

Havfrue-Landet højt deroppe mod Nord...

Ensom gryr dagen efter nattens terror

Frygtede som alle de andre nætter

at du led overlast. Lever du, Skat? 

Ses vi mon atter? 

Er du uskadt og hel?

Drømte om at redde dit liv i Damaskus...

Savnets klo har tag om mit hjerte

Hvordan kan jeg være ikke-bange

selv i havfruens eventyrland

med et eventyr så fuld af hæslige trolde?

Drømmer om at sove en drømmeløs søvn

og først vågne igen ved dit kys på min pande...

Kamete

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It takes but a short rendezvous
with refugees in flesh and blood
before the weight of the burdens
they are carrying is felt through
your own bones and marrow



But the greatest of all is love

Without you, Love, the horror of the ocean 
gulped down my mind´s confusion
Without your cuddles the salty darkness 
of the nights hit my skin like acid
Driven away from all I ever cherished
I just dreamed about living...

Walking the footsteps of thousands

the asphalt wore down my self-image,

whilst I daydreamed sweet dreams

about love and life without horrors
Dreamed of a life without fear 
in the Fairy-land high on the North

Lonely, after still a night of terrors
I fear you may not be unharmed.
Will I see you again, still not damaged?
Are you yet living whole and sound?
Dreamed I would save your life in Damascus...

The claw of privation grips tight on my heart
Fear is my master in the Land-of-the-mermaid
with a story so full of hideous trolls!
Dreaming to sleep without dreams
First to be awakened with your kiss on my forehead...