A poem to all who lost someone.
I feel best in open countryside, there I can roam free.
Near the sea, I want to stay. I love the sea.
A few months a year, or a year. Or forever.
So that the soul can rest. It needs to.
I feel best in open landscapes, where I can see life clearly.
Where the winds whirls in my hair.
There, the larks are high in the sky. And sings wonderfully.
Where I can burn my liquor myself, and season it with St. John’s Wort.
And drink it with pleasure, to herring and homemade bread. And what I find in my backyard.
I feel best in open countryside, there I shall continue to roam free.
Near the sea, I want to stay. I want to feel the waves hitting me before I plunge and swim.
I thrive in peace and freedom, for both body and soul. Few people get that opportunity.
No one comes near me, keep the evil far away from me. I only have one life to live. Let me live it.
I feel best when day breaks, when the fields are filled with light.
When the cock crows in the distance.
When it is far to the nearest house.
But still so close.
That on a still and quiet night while sitting under the stars, I can hear the silence and gaze upon the stars. With a peace of mind.
I thrive in peace and freedom, for both body and soul.
I like it best when the sea swells, and gulls are crying.
When the beach is filled with seashells. With oceansound inside.
Where clear and simple will prevail as it wants.
When yes is yes and no is no, and doubts remain silent.
Then I tie a wreath of leaves, and put it at the nearest stone.
Where ancient stories were carved for our sake, once a long time ago.
I like it best when the sea swells and gulls are crying.
Dedicated to all those who never had the chance to continue living in peace and freedom. Those who left us all too early. May you find your peace and freedom. May your families find peace. May they never forget you, or you them.
I feel best in the open countryside, near the sea, I want to stay. And thrive with friends, family and neighbors.