The White Rose

 The red rose whispers of passion,

And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

Don't worry

 Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind.

The kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Grubbel

Det är så erbarmligt lite

en människa kan forstå.

Man skulle ej grubbla och tänka

men tänker och grubblar ändå.

Och dagarna fogas till veckor,

veckorna fogas till år.

Man skulle ej snärjas av grubbel

så hastigt som livet går. 

Nils Ferlin (Från mitt ekorrhjul, 1957) 

Bienvenida

I knew I loved you before I met you. 

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 Bei dir ist gut anlehnen

Glück im Überfluss

Yo te esperaba

 Yo te esperaba

Imaginando a ciegas el color de tu mirada

Y el timbre de tu voz

Muerta de miedo

Le rogaba al cielo que te deje llegar lejos

Mucho más que yo

Society

 Oh, it's a mystery to me

We have a greed, with which we have agreed
And you think you have to want more than you need
Until you have it all you won't be free

Middlemarch

”for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.”

"Hope" is the thing with feathers

 “Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.

Sammanträdaren

Latmasken sammanträder

Han pratar vind och väder.
Han hyvlar inga bräder.
Han garvar inget läder.
Han sömmar inga kläder.
Han bygger inga städer.
Han hedrar inga fäder.
Han sammanträder.

Ur ”Underfund” 1972, Alf Henriksson