från en av Själsögas vackra originaltexter "vinden sjunger hennes liv"
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She is sitting in the forest
The white silken dirt is all around her
She is sitting in the forest
Longingenveloped
With the mantle of snow around her shoulders
The red beadwork glimmer
Snowfire's burning twinklelights
Searching for her shut eyes
Of the handlight she is dreaming
Exist it did not
does not
yet
she's lifting her hands
her palms are meeting...
hands
enwraps the warmth to eachother
she is whispering
my heart indwell
she feels the embrace around her
the arm around her shoulders
paceequilibrium
balance
pacerhythm
she stops
turns to
caress her nonface
she shakes herself
remembers reality
again descends down
places her hand against her own cheek
shivering
slowly
until
ice
sometimes
they see her twinklelight dancing among the trees
the winds, her life they sing ; she did not have the strength to go on
(Själsöga 18/01/09)
LPWJ eng version 09/02/10