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Stígar. Poem by Guðberg Bergsson.
The Black Cloud
I cannot rise to the freedom I have longed for.
to walk around naked dressed in words
so that every act becomes of the same nature as transparent glass
or the frozen water that you feel in your soul and know that no one sees.
This is because the black cloud trails at a certain distance.
From what uncertainty does the cloud creep forth and the desire to disappear into it?
Pure I kneel in two hearts with a decision that will never be made but
still fulfilled.
Wishes are meant to never come true but may be fulfilled.
Otherwise, the wish would have no basis in reality and would quickly come to nothing.
"Although it is natural for the body to die, it never dies. And even if it did die,
"His demons will not die with him."
I heard someone say that, but I don't know if it makes sense.
The Black Cloud
I cannot rise to the freedom I have longed for.
to walk around naked dressed in words
so that every act becomes of the same nature as transparent glass
or the frozen water that you feel in your soul and know that no one sees.
This is because the black cloud trails at a certain distance.
From what uncertainty does the cloud creep forth and the desire to disappear into it?
Pure I kneel in two hearts with a decision that will never be made but
still fulfilled.
Wishes are meant to never come true but may be fulfilled.
Otherwise, the wish would have no basis in reality and would quickly come to nothing.
"Although it is natural for the body to die, it never dies. And even if it did die,
"His demons will not die with him."
I heard someone say that, but I don't know if it makes sense.