seen from United States
seen from Mexico
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Philippines
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Vietnam
seen from Vietnam
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Maldives
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
«Amo la parte di te che ho dentro
perché non riesco a raggiungerti
ci sono troppe parole non dette
sulle silenziose strade tra noi
le punte delle nostre dita si incontrano
in un abbraccio nell'aria.
Non c'è tempo di tracciare cerchi
solo di segnare un centro
e renderlo nuovo
renderlo nostro
nonostante il freddo della notte
la profondità del mare
e il nero della terra»
(Michael Strunge)
Photography of poet Michael Strunge from the colletion of The National Collection of Photography (Det kongelige bibliotek). Photo : Peter Lind, 1985
«Io ti conosco
ti sento, tu
tu e io
io sono te
noi siamo
il nostro l'un l'altra»
(Michael Strunge)
«Amo la parte di te che ho dentro
perché non riesco a raggiungerti
ci sono troppe parole non dette
sulle silenziose strade tra noi
le punte delle nostre dita si incontrano
in un abbraccio nell'aria.
Non c'è tempo di tracciare cerchi
solo di segnare un centro
e renderlo nuovo
renderlo nostro
nonostante il freddo della notte
la profondità del mare
e il nero della terra»
(Michael Strunge)
Letter
I send the rain by post it's streaming down on our perfection its tones transparent in major. I let my hand caress the air's filigree web invisible which can only be felt after days without sleep. I can see your thoughts behind the transparent skin and I let them sing so quietly a sliding song about letters. I'll sleep now and in my dreams you'll sleep and we'll make the rain stop the filigree web floats away and the skin becomes skin.
This we do once a year when the clearness of the air allows it the poem demands it and strong words are unnecessary —otherwise not.
From Livets hastighed ('Speed of Life') by Michael Strunge, originally published in 1978, translated from the Danish by Paul Russel Garrett
Don't camouflage just to fit in.
Alisha Barik
The art of true rebellion is when you choose to love instead of hate. When you choose to stand out, instead of fit in. When you don't conform to what the world deems you as you should be, but as you were born to be. When you choose fear over rigidity, and view the world over rigidity. When you choose to not conform. When you fear, you choose love in the light, but when you hate, you choose rigidity as its insight.
Alisha Barik
Thoughts from my heart! :)
Danish poet Michael Strunge
