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Luftens Døttre have heller ingen evig Sjæl, men de kunne selv ved gode Handliger skabe sig een. - H C Andersen: 'Den lille Havefrue'

(The daughters of the Air did not have eternal souls, as well. But they could, with good deeds, make on for themselves.)

Älkää katsoko aurinkoon! - II

Some new followers, few of which are using the 'ask'-function - so, thank you from this point - you are most welcome. Also I'm nearing my 350th post, which to me seems amazing. But blabbering ensues, already: Thanks to all the other folks liking, commenting, sharing and generally being awesome. This shot is for all of you, too, and boy did I fiddle with this one. But I think the outcome is not too blatant, artificial or anything such. I dig it as much as to have to pair it with this 'downer' of a poem, in order not to feel too content with myself, haha... (edit: really, I just want to show off my wierd taste in poetry ;)

Jag är en man utan framtid mina drömmar vill ingen ha. Och ändå ropar min samtid att jag kunde ha det bra. Så går jag mot alla frågor och svarar: Min medelpunkt hittar ni kanske bland vågor som sorlar i natten tungt. Jag hoppas att ingen den finner. Den är utan en periferi inom vilken man allting vinner inom vilken man allting kan bli.

Bo Carpelan - ”Periferi och medelpunkt”

I am a man without future no-one wants my dreams: But still my own age is calling that I could be doing well. So I approach all questions and answer: My centre you'll maybe find amongst waves that murmur heavily in the night. I hope that no-one will find it. It is without a periphery within which all is won within which everything can be.

Translation is my own...

Long exposure of trees II