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Tett inn i det blinde, ditt auge
den kvite veggen ei sorg og den rennande veggen under dei kvite fingrane, under over ditt auge du og det kvite du trur det er der ikkje, men i det blå suget imellom |
Close to the blindness, your eye
the white wall a sorrow and the flowing wall under the white fingers, under over your eye you and the whiteness you think it is not there, but in the blue suction between |
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© Eldrid Lunden |
© Translation: David McDuff |