þriðjudagur, janúar 24, 2006
Mér er illt í hjartanu
- gefið það að ég hafi yfirhöfuð svoleiðis nokkuð.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Paul Simon,
the minstrel of modern days,
þú veist hvað ég meina.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Paul Simon,
the minstrel of modern days,
þú veist hvað ég meina.
# posted by Skotta @ 11:03 e.h. 
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