Her og har..

2010-02-15T12:41:00.001-08:00

One of the best live shows I've been to recently. Spanish/Argentinian group "Che Sudaka" playing at Global in Copenhagen on the 13th of feb. 2010. (Random clip from Youtube)

Pie Jesu - Moto Boy

2010-02-15T12:18:00.001-08:00

rúsurin

2008-11-22T14:01:00.000-08:00

onkuntíð kennist tað
sum eg missi meg sjálva
áðrenn tíð tilvitskunnar
hvat er hvat er hvat? er?
ov sein til orðini og
minnist ikki myndirnar frá í áðni

millumrúmini

2008-11-22T13:59:00.000-08:00

onkuntíð
tá róin valdar
eru millumrúm
ið fáa meg at sveima
ikki fjart, men djúpt
til løgin støð
ið einans tónar kunnu lýsa
kveistrandi normar
og spírandi sannleikar
millumrúmini styrkja og oyðileggja meg

04.07.07

2008-11-22T13:58:00.000-08:00

er tað soleiðis kærlekin smakkar?
og soleiðis sæla er íklædd?
rúsaði av lívinum sveimaðu vit saman
umgyrd av heitum tónum..
orðaleyst tosaðu vit saman
sum rastafarisystkin

ein heilsan til albert camus

2008-11-22T13:57:00.000-08:00

Reinasta gleðin
er gleðin við at liva á hesi jørð
Ein sorgarleikur
er deyði hins unga..
Hetta hevði tú fyri munni
tá tú eldhugaður grundaði um tað,
sum undir sólini ferðast
Ikki visti tú tá
at lagnan skuldi gerast tín fíggindi
tá hon miskunnarleyst stjól teg
og fjaldi teg undir ævinleikans vølli
Undirmettur ella ei
gavst tú foldini bæði roykilsi og myrru
men enn spøkja millumrúmini
ið fáa meg at skelva
so góði sig tú mær,
stríðist Sisyfos enn?
og um so er,
frøist hann?

Friðarskjól

2008-11-22T13:56:00.000-08:00

Tómleikin ansar eftir mær
Onkur bjóðar mær eitt oyra
Eg hvíli, uttan at vita hví
Eri vís í at onkur sær meg
har úti onkustaðni,
ið viti ikki finnur veg

Halgimenni

2008-11-22T13:55:00.001-08:00

Tit vøkru menniskju
ið prýða mína havn
Onkuntíð gloymi eg
at virði tykkara er stórt
Tá eg hati, bíða tit
Tá eg gleðist, spyrja tit
Tit kenna meg,
tá eg ikki geri tað sjálv

Come early morning

2007-12-28T05:09:00.000-08:00

Come early morning
You helped me on my feet
Everything's okay now
and I'd like just to laugh
Happy or just satisfied
I don't know
But the lips of the moon are smiling
That I'm very sure of..

Funny how some things get lost in the wind..

2007-12-23T05:22:00.000-08:00

A romantic and a dreamer

physically captured,

mentally loaded.

Great feelings of expectancy

resulted in absent delight.

Got lost in reverie while

the tangents are still dancing

Windy life is, and sometimes

we loose our umbrellas

Sunnudagar

2007-12-09T07:12:00.000-08:00

Sorgblíðir regndropar á ferð
Nocturnið ljómar, lurta brátt..
Dansandi skuggar á gráum degi
Ørkymlandi teir leita eftir mær

Yet another fantastic moment:)

2007-12-07T02:15:00.000-08:00

In "fantastic moments" I talked about these lovely things that sometimes occur in everyday life, and yesterday I experienced yet another one of these:)....
At the moment I'm home visiting familiy and friends ( I live in a diffrent city ) and yesterday evening me and a friend went for a ride..It's her boyfriend's car and he has this very unstabil CD player, who only sometimes gives us permission to hear music hehe..well yesterday the CDplayer wasn't so bad..we put a burnt CD in it, and it turned out to be a mixed CD with several hits from me younger years: Backstreet Boys, Michael Jackson, Britney Spears, Bomfunk MC's etc...What a nostalgic trip!! Happy as we were, remembering are youth, we sang and sang all these songs..hehe..it was great...I do think this is something everyone should do once in a while, eventhough they're "past" their "britney", "Korn" etc. phase:)

Var Freud glaður?

2007-12-06T03:38:00.000-08:00

Var Freud glaður?

Vit leita og leita og finna
Hvat finna vit?
Vitan, vald og viðurkenning
eru bert síðsti liður í “lív”
Gleði, nærvera og vælnøgd
tað sanna, vakra og góða
Vit seta spurdómar
so sum “Hvat er meiningin við lívinum?”
Vit druknað okkum í heilaspuna
Tá alt kemur til alt
snýr tað seg so ikki bert um at verða glaður?

fantastic moments

2007-12-06T02:19:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I wish my everyday life contained more weird experiences....you know, the ones you'll always remember with a smile on your lip..I love these strange happenings that occur when you least expect them to...e.g. on this years Roskilde..my best day on the festival was Tuesday - eventhough the festival actually didn't started until on Thursday!!..Tuesday evening we went to a tent where reggaemusic was played..( let me remind you - I had absolutely noooo expectations to this evening )...we had some drinks during the night which might explain our( mine at least) euphoric/joyful state...me and my girlfriend danced the whole night and it was absolutely fantastic - I've never had such a relaxing feeling before...We danced together, me and her, on a quite high cement"hill" and in the matter of short time several people joined us..australians, englishmen, americans etc..we just danced together, everybody so happy...
I also remember once, some years ago, that me and three friends decided to celebrate new years eve ( a part of it ) in Hovi..let's just say..Hovi is a very small village hehe..this New Year turned out to one of my funniest and most memorable ones..funny accually, because we were only four girls together in a very small place, drunk and weird, and we had such a good time....
Once me and two other friends of mine went sailing, or it's perhaps wrong to put i that way.. we went out in a small rubber dinghy haha..that was also hilarious...
Hmmm...I'd wish more of these things would happen today..I miss feeling so joyful about odd lovely stuff:)

Moments of clear-sightedness

2007-12-05T15:18:00.000-08:00

The moments of clear-sightedness
come like a punch in the face
Neither warnings nor mercy
are being given
Under the shower or in a café
the place is irrelevant.
Get defeated or rise in rebellion
It's an individual struggle
and the future prospects are blurry

Søgan um dreymin

2007-12-05T11:08:00.000-08:00

Einaferð
áðrenn orð vóru orð
og fyrsti andin varð drigin
varð fyrsti dreymurin føddur
Hann var til
áðrenn menniskjan byrjaði at droyma
og áðrenn heimurin var í litum
Skaparin skapti hann
fyri at gera skapan møguliga
Tí
við at droyma gerst heimurin nevniliga vakur
tað lovi eg