The fight between sense and heart

On a journey to discover what I can do

[dreamingfigthingrealisme]

My poem, translated to english. Hope you enjoy

The Swan Song

How can this swansong be a comfort? With this parting - here in my last hours, What can I offer you, these precious last words. A hope to help you go on in life, with a joyful smile.

Now here with my memories of you and me, the two of us together as lovers. But with this verdict, you must live on, for life is beautiful and the future is bright.

Although my adventure has come to an end, yours is just beginning Revel, become rich and ripe. For you are on your own sweet road, But I hope you never forget me.

Because of pain comes depth, and of depth comes fruit. So, take this fruit of life I send to you and live life, my dear - for life is precious 

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[dreamingfigthingrealisme]

When your heart and your brain does absolutely not, get along.

Living in a country where the opportunities are hard to come across. 

Having a soul, wanting to burst out and scream and shout "Look at me? Look at me?"

How can I live with my feelings when my sense is screaming "NO"...

I wrote a poem today, its not my own words, I was inspired by a danish author. Surprise - I live in Denmark.. I was surprised, I felt so creative once again, even though I never thought of myself as a writer. 

This is my danish poem. 

Svanesang

Hvorledes kan denne svanesang være en trøst? Med denne afsked – her i den sidste tid, Hvad kan jeg give dig, det dyrebare sidste ord. Et håb om at sende dig videre i livet, med et lykkeligt smil.

Nu her med mine minder, om dig og mig, os to sammen som elskende. Men med denne dom, må du leve videre, for livet er smukt og fremtiden lys.

Skønt mit eventyr slutter, forsætter dit. Slå dig løs, bliv rig og moden. Og skønt du skal ad din egen dejlige vej, håber jeg du aldrig glemmer mig.

For af smerte kommer dybde, og af dybde kommer frugten. Så tag af denne livsfrugt jeg sender dig og lev livet, min egen kære unge.