Dans ma main tu regardes
La terre d'autrefois
L'âge qu'auront mes fils
L'air qui vient de la mer
Prends-les ; prends-les
Ces lueurs nées de l'aube
Ces insomnies célestes
Ces grands champs nus baignés d'azur
Mais tu regardes sans comprendre
Cette main, cette main de femme
Et sans bruit tu vas ton chemin.
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There's much in the world that you can't explain.
It's revealed for you to remember
by the whispering voice of a distant train
or a midnight rain in november.
Horizon within! You can always find
the keys to Enigma. Let's mention
one basic Truth: of spirited Mind
is Nature naught but extension.
Internal expanses! In dreams, ridden
by fear and longing you roam
that deep Southeast in your soul hidden
...on your random journey back home.
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- Peter Ingestad, Sweden