Opus 43 (á ensku)

To Ragnheidur

When dusk falls
Over the lovely city of Reykjavik
The ducks fall asleep
And the ships lie still
In the snowy harbour
But my mind travels wide
Across the wildest of continents
From Africa to Antarctica
Over the Alps to Australia
On plane or boat
I swim or float
And every morning awake
Back to the city by the little lake
Where the ducks stir their wings
and the poorest of men are kings

Athugasemdir

[Vilborg Eggertsdóttir, 7.3.2007 kl. 01:38]

Mjög fallegt hjá þér, minnir mig á ljóð Jane Roberts, gef þessu hiklaust 5stjörnur

[Jóhann Páll Jóhannsson, 7.3.2007 kl. 17:30]

Mjög fallegt. Takk fyrir.