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Some lines set together through time

All written and photographic material on all my pages, Ó Sveinbjörn Ólafsson
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JOY

Passionately filling me,
rays of light.
Perfumed slender lines
gently touching.

Light at dawn,
shower my heart.
Lady of beauty
waltz me.
Eternal bliss.
UNDERWORLD
 

Tree standing,
a side of the road.
Intricacy laced leaves,
as dark webs.
Caressing tips.
Bright moon shining,
forming your shadows.
The dark side,
another place of mind.
Subconscious secrets.


 

LHAKPA

Lhakpa smiles,
long hair shining.
Her heart of opposite colour,
warmth spilling over mine.
Lightness wiping sorrow.
Mild winds move,
black hair in waves.
Smiles from Dromo Villa.








 


 

FOREVER LOVE

Claudia Cindy Iman,
Competition glides by.
Fine bodily movements,
smart dresses matching.
Feline glances stroking.

Smiling faces,
catching moves.
Fine touches,
pounding hearts.
The night shift smiles,
Thai eyes gleaming.
Forever love.

BANGKOK

Imitations grooming
streets littered Bhats,
Illusionary prices,
real world dimensions.
Underground agents
passing by.

I LOVE YOU

The receiver clicked,
her voice tinged with metal.
So far yet so near,
the sky dancer spoke
"I love you".


 

BREYTINGIN

Dauðinn leit inn gegnum gamlar dyr.
Í kyrrþey andlit sátu
með köldum blæ,
á hörðum bekkjum.
Söknuður, vonin og óttinn.
Kistan seig niður,
þögn hélt hönd við hönd.
Kvöld reið að,
önnur veröld að morgni.
 
 
 
 
 

ÞEGAR ÉG DEY

Með kveðju,
vil ég.
Requiem eftir Mozart,
Adagio með Morrison.

Meistara þjófur læddist að,
án fyrirvara engin skilyrði.
Óuppfylltir draumar,
allt sem eftir var.

Sofandi meðal svartra veggja,
ættingjar ganga hjá.
Nú svíf ég frá,
með Jim og Wolfgang.
 
 
 
 
 

RED LIPPED LOVE

Here I sit,
thinking.
Of the girl who walks my heart.
Tender lips flowering breasts.
Where is she now.

Here I sit,
flying.
My computer screen in front.
Who embraces her now,
my red lipped love.
Flying empty hearted skies.
 
 
 
 
 

HEIMILI GÆFUNNAR
 

Glugginn dansar,
mamma horfir út.
Glær augu stara villt,
dropar rigna stútnum úr.
Sár rýtingsins blæðir.

Amma brosti úr glugganum,
hamingjan þá.
Draugur ellinnar tók frá.
Nú dansar villtur gluggi,
vínflöskunni hjá.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

REFLECTIONS

Mirror you are not my friend.
Looking up I see
him who is supposed to be me.
Years of wrinkles
shedded tears.
Draughts of laughter
great memories.
Life goes by
bumps upon.
Incarnation other lives.

 

 

 

 

FOREVER MINE

Cherrie, such beauty I have seldom seen.
Walking through the fields,
let me pluck your tender wine.
Eyes that shine.
Let me see you touch you,
tongues that lick through the night.
Let me be yours, you mine.
Happiness that shines,
forever mine.

 

 






 

HIÐ SÍÐASTA

Þegar aðeins vonin liggur eftir á fúinni gluggasyllu.
Þyngslin beygja bakið meir og þreyttar fætur bera hvert.
Regnið ber á gluggann sem skelfur við hverja eldingu.
Ef himinn sendi nýja von og hlýja sól með annað líf.
Þá þerraðist tár við hvert fótmál.
 
 
 
 

 

 THE MYSTIC GIRL

Visions like a dream,
memories of long ago.
In a mind of clouded illusion.
I see your hair,
the shine in your eyes.
Hiding under majestic brows.
A girl danced by,
winds soared a mans heart.
Wish she were here,
to feel the bliss.
Kissing a dakini´s lips.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

DEAR ONES

The love in her eyes,
large and shapeless.
Lips drew near
as our hearts spoke,
silent words.
Rising from,
our deepest sanctuary.
Caressing tongues,
hands embraced.
Minds mating forever.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

SKY DANCER
 

Lhundrup dances,
gliding through sunlight.
Seeing and showing 
Samsara´s mask.
Visionary sight,
Illumination from
reality's torch.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

BLÁSIÐ Í FRAMTÍÐ

Vonin kemur og fer
eins og vindurinn.
Og sólin sem birtir upp andlitið,
um gróin og bera kalda akra.
Þegar þú stendur einn
kaldar hendur leita
í tóma vasa.
Þar sem einu sinni var gnægð.
Lúnar fætur bera,
að litlu sjopunni
með stórum lottó kassa.
Geislandi tölur gljáfægðir takkar.
Vonin mikla,
einn á móti milljón
eða meir.
Brosið í auglýsingunni hlær.


Rose

My rose is in a garden in Hanoi,
Let me pluck her and take her to my shrine.
The shrine of love until all else ends.
my hearts desire to be her love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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