tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243940108939326382011-09-28T15:39:44.358-07:00Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.comBlogger691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-45623447823630195842010-12-29T08:25:00.000-08:002010-12-29T08:31:41.251-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TRtiPzsJOSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/7M3g4k0mYrY/s1600/IMG_1015.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556142589004560674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TRtiPzsJOSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/7M3g4k0mYrY/s400/IMG_1015.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TRthX7P_kuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LNPsiqaZ60I/s1600/Bilde029.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556141628961297122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TRthX7P_kuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LNPsiqaZ60I/s400/Bilde029.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-4562344782363019584?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-11733525754208448852010-12-28T07:08:00.000-08:002010-12-28T07:25:09.342-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TRn9_LNFHCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/my_zyn7DeU0/s1600/Bilde034.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555750877119454242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TRn9_LNFHCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/my_zyn7DeU0/s400/Bilde034.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Så kjenner jeg pusten</div><div>av glede</div><div>i livets kuldegrader</div><div>tråder av glass</div><div>vevd i natten</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>så skapes et mønster</div><div>over sorgens lerret</div><div></div><div>og tostemt sang</div><div>om håp</div><div></div><div>fra naturens munn</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-1173352575420844885?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-46946094579754407022010-12-28T06:34:00.000-08:002010-12-28T06:42:52.222-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TRn2Wd-hAwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FzDtyMls28E/s1600/Bilde002.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555742481202610946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TRn2Wd-hAwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FzDtyMls28E/s320/Bilde002.jpg" /></a><br /><div>nå skriver jeg</div><div>et dryss av snø</div><div>i langsomme </div><div>bokstaver</div><div> </div><div>fredsglasur</div><div> </div><div>søtere</div><div>en sukkerspinn</div><div>for dagen min</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-4694609457975440702?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-86590642691289408022010-12-15T15:36:00.000-08:002010-12-15T15:51:21.040-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TQlRmgKanMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1RtDUe5FgYU/s1600/Bilde004.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551057737621347522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TQlRmgKanMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1RtDUe5FgYU/s200/Bilde004.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Nå skrives en blå sang</div><div>i timer</div><div>der luften er glass...</div><div>Sakte</div><div>skapes verden</div><div>altfor vakker</div><div>utilnærmelig og kald...</div><div> </div><div>Nå biter</div><div>den skjøreste glede</div><div>seg fast gjennom lag av frost</div><div>til barnet</div><div>som alltid lengter,</div><div>søker og tar imot...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-8659064269128940802?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-78208886307662674552010-08-21T15:16:00.000-07:002010-08-21T15:34:27.031-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/THBQ-xQbdlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/I168Bn_oLoU/s1600/IMG_0803.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507991383578474066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/THBQ-xQbdlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/I168Bn_oLoU/s200/IMG_0803.JPG" /></a><br /><div>rett før de siste minuttene forsvinner bak åsene,</div><div>før lyset er senket gjennom vannskorpa,</div><div>rett før alle fargene er smeltet inn i de grå timene,</div><div>er en pallett over de utstrakte hendene</div><div>som aldri nådde fram,</div><div>over barnet som glapp ut av de slitne armene</div><div> </div><div>rett før natt, er jeg alene i skyggene</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-7820888630766267455?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-65689849182913997392010-06-29T12:17:00.000-07:002010-06-30T14:33:26.514-07:00kan jeg hjelpe for duft av citrus <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TCpJC16Ya6I/AAAAAAAAANw/NiJKfDRPmVI/s1600/PA010066.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 459px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488279409084885922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TCpJC16Ya6I/AAAAAAAAANw/NiJKfDRPmVI/s320/PA010066.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div>mellom brente stammer</div><br /><div>for bølger rundt dype strømmer</div><div>bølger av hud og uendelighet</div><br /><div>kan jeg hjelpe for navn i sanden</div><div>der natten er åpne armer</div><br /><div>mørke tegn av salte dråper</div><div>mellom drøm og ensomhet</div><br /><div>jeg lever</div><div>der lenker rasler</div><div>rundt tidens såre ben</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-6568984918291399739?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-23320243637569635582010-06-29T10:37:00.000-07:002010-06-29T10:59:16.673-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TCowJh0OjVI/AAAAAAAAANg/nNQuRUKWuhU/s1600/Bilde067.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488252036158754130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TCowJh0OjVI/AAAAAAAAANg/nNQuRUKWuhU/s320/Bilde067.jpg" /></a>det kan synes så klart,<br />hva du ser.<br />kan hende er det er det hele...<br /><br />men jeg tror og jeg vet<br />og leter<br /><br />mot horisonter<br />og i støvete kroker<br /><br />søker med hele meg<br />etter noe mer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-2332024363756963558?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-33460403679681088282010-06-08T12:52:00.000-07:002010-06-30T09:59:52.275-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TA6fyiqUBXI/AAAAAAAAANU/YfZ9z3aGwSM/s1600/Bilde084.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480493487203026290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TA6fyiqUBXI/AAAAAAAAANU/YfZ9z3aGwSM/s320/Bilde084.jpg" /></a><br /><div>det lille</div><div>å være litt nær</div><div> </div><div>det lille å være hel</div><div> </div><div>være til</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-3346040367968108828?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-17329989591931492412010-06-08T12:39:00.000-07:002010-06-08T12:51:25.813-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TA6e2qrOR4I/AAAAAAAAANM/B0HaZphfyK8/s1600/Bilde048.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480492458562176898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TA6e2qrOR4I/AAAAAAAAANM/B0HaZphfyK8/s320/Bilde048.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TA6eTUMtS9I/AAAAAAAAANE/NwCAhUYlDuw/s1600/Bilde027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480491851233184722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/TA6eTUMtS9I/AAAAAAAAANE/NwCAhUYlDuw/s400/Bilde027.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-1732998959193149241?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-21024503501258644272010-05-12T15:10:00.000-07:002010-05-12T15:24:43.263-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/S-snzvjj4fI/AAAAAAAAAM0/idT4SdyJg6E/s1600/Bilde009.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470509942264029682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/S-snzvjj4fI/AAAAAAAAAM0/idT4SdyJg6E/s200/Bilde009.jpg" /></a> jeg mistet så mange ord på veien<br />i støvete gater og stille furuskog<br />jeg tror de ble til lyder vinden skjulte<br />et bilde regnet vasket bort<br />men når jeg stryker over hånden din<br />den skjelvende sterke<br />bor det dikt i hver celle i hvert pust<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-2102450350125864427?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-87032302454874281812010-05-12T11:15:00.000-07:002010-05-12T15:23:39.603-07:00<div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/S-rxTMNi5ZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nZzlaKbScPA/s1600/Bilde012.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 102px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470450009392735634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/S-rxTMNi5ZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nZzlaKbScPA/s320/Bilde012.jpg" /></a> Ingen andre lyder enn fuglenes hyllest en rimlagt morgen i mai<br />før knoppene spretter er sitrende kunstverk ennå i trygg forvaring<br />ingen andre lyder enn vårens hjerte naturens puls i hver celle av håp<br />ingen annen musikk skaper slike dansende elver </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-8703230245487428181?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-34136006862044494462010-04-19T13:08:00.000-07:002010-04-19T13:11:55.977-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/S8y4enLkCdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/EwXgDxRAXQE/s1600/P4110109.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461943284146637266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/S8y4enLkCdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/EwXgDxRAXQE/s320/P4110109.JPG" /></a> og sakte bryter vi nye veier<br />dit elvene renner<br /><br />der tanken beveges<br />videre ut<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-3413600686204449446?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-58894317736929948322010-04-19T12:16:00.000-07:002010-04-19T13:07:19.663-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/S8ysUmHh_MI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AQoELUrMLlE/s1600/P4040009.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461929917923065026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/S8ysUmHh_MI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AQoELUrMLlE/s320/P4040009.JPG" /></a><br /><div>så puster hudløst</div><div>og uten bokstaver</div><div> </div><div>det som elsker</div><div> </div><div>det som er</div><div>i dypet</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-5889431773692994832?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-53933026408033734942009-08-10T09:34:00.000-07:002009-08-15T18:53:52.899-07:00Jeg fant han<br />mellom blå bokstaver.<br />Han fylte ordene<br />med mer enn tid,<br />bygde et rom<br />bortenfor avstand.<br />Innerst, på en rød sti<br />bor vennen min<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-5393302640803373494?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-57753241470440305862009-08-10T09:32:00.000-07:002009-08-15T18:58:20.094-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SoBL5mzdKEI/AAAAAAAAALg/BXyBg4ztigI/s1600-h/P7210039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368374208866625602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SoBL5mzdKEI/AAAAAAAAALg/BXyBg4ztigI/s320/P7210039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Men jeg kan aldri glemme</div><div>henne som danser i lyng.</div><div>Hun som nynner</div><div>kveldens sanger,</div><div>står alltid foran meg </div><div>på stien</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-5775324147044030586?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-85591628610050589902009-08-10T09:30:00.000-07:002009-08-13T01:43:08.954-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SoBLltl7EYI/AAAAAAAAALY/jS9HOj1f-WI/s1600-h/P7210029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368373867091530114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SoBLltl7EYI/AAAAAAAAALY/jS9HOj1f-WI/s320/P7210029.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>under en sten</div><div>der hender visnet</div><div>der dager ble grå</div><div>av aske og jord</div><div> </div><div></div><div>der ilden er død</div><div>over glemte kinn</div><div>har livets berøring</div><div>satt gylne spor</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-8559162861005058990?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-76135705826351742022009-08-10T09:28:00.000-07:002009-08-11T00:00:39.070-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SoBLCnUkwJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Ip14OAaSJwM/s1600-h/P7140010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368373264112730258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SoBLCnUkwJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Ip14OAaSJwM/s320/P7140010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Når han spiller</div><div>er jeg</div><div>mellom C og G</div><div></div><div>i et grep</div><div>bortenfor</div><div>hørbare toner</div><div></div><div>når han spiller</div><div>vet jeg</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-7613570582635174202?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-88620442263557773832009-08-10T09:24:00.000-07:002009-08-11T00:03:51.548-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368372271710578978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SoBKI2VdqSI/AAAAAAAAALI/EEbQNC3ZuIQ/s320/P7130004.JPG" border="0" />En gang<br />var jeg<br />gule kronblad<br /><br />strakte meg<br /><br />Nå kan jeg se<br />de finnes fortsatt<br /><br />og jeg tar ikke øynene<br />fra dem<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-8862044226355777383?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-19952029565656658292009-07-13T01:42:00.000-07:002009-07-15T06:44:33.267-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Slr1YWVpdtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jad9HKZHNBM/s1600-h/P7120035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357864505372669650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Slr1YWVpdtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jad9HKZHNBM/s320/P7120035.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>det er en taushet bak alle skrittene</div><div>en skygge under et løftet blikk</div><div></div><div>det er stier å bli borte på</div><div>(og det må visst være sånn)</div><div></div><div>men stundene da vi skimter hverandre</div><div>i lysningen</div><div>gjør veien verd å gå</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-1995202956565665829?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-73681184955621938312009-07-13T01:41:00.000-07:002009-07-14T22:11:59.544-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlrzYLUR1DI/AAAAAAAAAKs/J_eqB85fVqs/s1600-h/P7120030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357862303390880818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlrzYLUR1DI/AAAAAAAAAKs/J_eqB85fVqs/s320/P7120030.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Å bare være</div><div>i det</div><div>som ikke skjer</div><div> </div><div>og vente</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-7368118495562193831?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-73547283666043605592009-07-13T01:38:00.000-07:002009-07-13T22:03:32.714-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlrzFwLGTII/AAAAAAAAAKk/tMPWzKZbG9s/s1600-h/P7120029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357861986866973826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlrzFwLGTII/AAAAAAAAAKk/tMPWzKZbG9s/s320/P7120029.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>soler</div><div>under ny himmel</div><div>lysegrønne barnespor</div><div></div><div>drypp av løpenoter</div><div>over døsig jord</div><div></div><div>se meg</div><div>og så danser de</div><div>ut av skyggene på tå</div><div>de spirende små</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-7354728366604360559?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-7575876405953173222009-07-13T01:36:00.000-07:002009-07-13T21:55:40.956-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlryNkiHsMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BCkgAwqdOTI/s1600-h/P7090018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357861021669634242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlryNkiHsMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BCkgAwqdOTI/s320/P7090018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>så sjelden</div><div>faller tårer</div><div>at bakkene har glemt</div><div>blomstene som vokste der</div><div>elvene som rant</div><div>gjennom landskapet</div><div>sjelden drikker</div><div>stivnet jord</div><div>når mine øyne</div><div>er lukket</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-757587640595317322?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-26719287750204196662009-07-13T01:34:00.000-07:002009-07-13T01:36:02.825-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Slrxzll_OdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3RgMJjYw2-s/s1600-h/P7090004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357860575277693394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Slrxzll_OdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3RgMJjYw2-s/s320/P7090004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-2671928775020419666?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-1905112451289937372009-07-10T23:23:00.000-07:002009-07-10T23:27:06.641-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgwNhAYsFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/L3oZnIN878A/s1600-h/P6220115.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357084765513625682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgwNhAYsFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/L3oZnIN878A/s320/P6220115.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>det er nok</div><div>en sti</div><div>ned til vannet</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-190511245128993737?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-27029458159297524412009-07-10T23:21:00.000-07:002009-07-10T23:34:55.749-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Slgv3jQbP1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/gvelQa6i5lM/s1600-h/P5270079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357084388160651090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Slgv3jQbP1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/gvelQa6i5lM/s320/P5270079.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>jeg er ikke der</div><div>i bølgene</div><div></div><div>jeg kan se</div><div>og høre dem</div><div>frykte dem</div><div></div><div>men jeg går</div><div>blant smørblomst</div><div>og kløver</div><div></div><div>og herfra</div><div>er havet vakkert</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-2702945815929752441?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-2808660289865010242009-07-10T23:19:00.000-07:002009-07-10T23:37:35.343-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgvRdNTMyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HLltD34_IK8/s1600-h/P5300089.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083733701899042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgvRdNTMyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HLltD34_IK8/s320/P5300089.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>den kommer</div><div>opp av stubben</div><div> </div><div>spinkel</div><div>og blå</div><div> </div><div>en avlegger</div><div>av et minne</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-280866028986501024?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-76756754751006004112009-07-10T23:02:00.000-07:002009-07-10T23:09:07.300-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgrereVrqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K9HNeYvfHdE/s1600-h/P6220112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357079562823249570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgrereVrqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K9HNeYvfHdE/s320/P6220112.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-7675675475100600411?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-53620709366579785722009-07-10T22:53:00.000-07:002009-07-10T23:02:22.196-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgpNZxh9WI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sCOtbPqvYD0/s1600-h/P1140034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357077066990876002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgpNZxh9WI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sCOtbPqvYD0/s320/P1140034.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>det var den dagen</p><p>bakken var kald</p><p>og himmelen</p><p>var en varm lue</p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-5362070936657978572?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-42806462981551821282009-07-10T22:48:00.000-07:002009-07-10T23:16:20.444-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgoBY9DwQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GrUHX_Ny1X0/s1600-h/P5030063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357075761100734722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgoBY9DwQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GrUHX_Ny1X0/s320/P5030063.JPG" border="0" /></a> først nå<br />oppdaget jeg<br />måken<br /><br />der elva<br />er et speil<br />av ro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-4280646298155182128?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-48998635868681531542009-07-10T22:47:00.000-07:002009-07-10T23:26:21.020-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgnpDeOUOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RBfzPQT5G5U/s1600-h/P1140033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357075343017398498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgnpDeOUOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RBfzPQT5G5U/s320/P1140033.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-4899863586868153154?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-9782452611031233362009-07-10T21:57:00.000-07:002009-07-10T22:00:12.917-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgcQktUsNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OeHh0ijX5V4/s1600-h/P6220119.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357062827814465746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgcQktUsNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OeHh0ijX5V4/s320/P6220119.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-978245261103123336?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-25583477645599553692009-07-10T21:55:00.000-07:002009-07-10T22:42:05.268-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgbqWn6cMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iCcAb61AH5g/s1600-h/P6220130.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357062171198648514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SlgbqWn6cMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iCcAb61AH5g/s320/P6220130.JPG" border="0" /></a> liljene<br />er sølv<br />i himmelens tårer<br /><br />det glimter<br />så varmt<br /><br />der tårer fanges<br />av hender<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-2558347764559955369?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-59160309021599259652009-07-10T21:53:00.000-07:002009-07-10T22:25:42.291-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Slga_oXBYqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/amixacEUAu4/s1600-h/P6220129.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357061437225263778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Slga_oXBYqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/amixacEUAu4/s320/P6220129.JPG" border="0" /></a>jeg kan ikke beskrive<br />vaiende strå<br />jeg kan bare se<br /><br />og høre suset<br />av deres historie<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-5916030902159925965?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-38954853871096504992009-07-04T12:17:00.000-07:002009-07-04T17:50:59.220-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Sk-rDsJ9fjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7Fg5VbEkTT8/s1600-h/P5270061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354686561847705138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Sk-rDsJ9fjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7Fg5VbEkTT8/s320/P5270061.JPG" border="0" /></a> så åpnes dagen<br />og du legger kinnet<br />mot dens kronblad<br /><br />du kan kjenne duften<br />mellom skyggene<br />smøre sinnet<br />med dens farge<br /><br />og du puster<br />videre<br />et frø<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-3895485387109650499?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-82943646938931364012009-07-04T12:14:00.000-07:002009-07-08T06:17:47.903-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Sk-ql5VRhgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nNiNtaF_z-8/s1600-h/P5240020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354686049988740610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Sk-ql5VRhgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nNiNtaF_z-8/s320/P5240020.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>grønnkledde toner</div><div>på gamle stier</div><div>solflekket </div><div>steinet bunn</div><div></div><div>jeg synker i bildet</div><div>med fallende løv</div><div>uten klær uten grunn</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-8294364693893136401?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-72755264178333624582009-07-04T11:04:00.000-07:002009-07-04T17:45:56.293-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Sk-aJ2AgS0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/7CzU7rA3rPI/s1600-h/P5030065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354667975873940290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Sk-aJ2AgS0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/7CzU7rA3rPI/s320/P5030065.JPG" border="0" /></a> og alltid<br />er det et tog<br />videre<br />gjennom skoger<br />og fjell<br /><br />alltid<br />er det et tog<br />mot kveld<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-7275526417833362458?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-16081876105340816322009-07-04T11:01:00.000-07:002009-07-04T17:32:21.298-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Sk-ZtMWWtvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tFxHeSPhycg/s1600-h/P5240013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354667483654960882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Sk-ZtMWWtvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tFxHeSPhycg/s320/P5240013.JPG" border="0" /></a> jeg kjenner deg<br />flyktig<br />mot kinnet<br /><br />du sommer-menneske<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-1608187610534081632?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-61524940743202471482009-07-04T10:59:00.000-07:002009-07-04T18:14:15.081-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Sk-Y982kOJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XOVYVsvoWH0/s1600-h/P5030051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354666672041244818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/Sk-Y982kOJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XOVYVsvoWH0/s320/P5030051.JPG" border="0" /></a> å reise<br />fra bilde til bilde<br />sette dem sammen<br />til noe mer<br /><br />skyggene faller<br />nok en kveld<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-6152494074320247148?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-15908599928940913392009-04-14T09:25:00.000-07:002009-04-14T09:34:33.903-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SeS5IfxrS4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/dWxz2IYKM5E/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324584215078718338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SeS5IfxrS4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/dWxz2IYKM5E/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hun finner det.</div><div>I den kalde, mørke tiden</div><div>søker hun...</div><div>ved elvebredden,</div><div>eller ved kanten</div><div>ut mot havet...</div><div></div><div>...og hun viser oss</div><div>før vi når bunnen</div><div>skattene i det</div><div>som blir borte i skygger</div><div>... skjønnheten i det som er</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-1590859992894091339?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-26756885280386207942009-01-05T11:49:00.000-08:002009-07-07T06:01:02.278-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SWJkrZ7BywI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EECFblySBsw/s1600-h/P9100100.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287899609342003970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SWJkrZ7BywI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EECFblySBsw/s320/P9100100.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>jeg ser</div><div>et varmt kinn</div><div>på himmelen</div><div></div><div>ømt stryker</div><div>det mitt</div><div></div><div>der blå timer</div><div>rødmer</div><div>lyser kvelden</div><div>mild</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-2675688528038620794?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-50976673353107966222009-01-05T05:49:00.000-08:002009-01-05T05:57:04.224-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SWIRIRHhveI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WGDQGP5PagA/s1600-h/P9200032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287807746217983458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SWIRIRHhveI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WGDQGP5PagA/s320/P9200032.JPG" border="0" /></a> hvor mange ganger<br />lar du meg kjenne<br />skvulpene<br />mot buen av jern<br /><br />igjen og igjen<br />beveger du broen<br /><br />bærer meg<br />alene<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-5097667335310796622?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-14346289037687574432008-11-08T06:31:00.000-08:002008-11-08T06:35:42.836-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SRWjIniFObI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MN5SmPWH7lU/s1600-h/P9200033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266294707725875634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SRWjIniFObI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MN5SmPWH7lU/s320/P9200033.JPG" border="0" /></a> sammen skulle de finne <div>lanternen i sin kveld</div><div>puste gjennom gule skygger</div><div></div><div>se fargene sakte stige</div><div>under ild</div><div>og synke igjen</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-1434628903768757443?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-64246238549563998362008-09-12T10:40:00.000-07:002008-09-12T10:43:00.034-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SMqp7jjTpVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EE_WLlCOSeE/s1600-h/P8240085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245191556647069010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SMqp7jjTpVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EE_WLlCOSeE/s320/P8240085.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>for jeg leker ikke</p><p>menneske</p><p>jeg puster</p><p>gjennom deg</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-6424623854956399836?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-53442606162866181802008-09-12T10:32:00.000-07:002008-09-12T13:19:22.314-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SMqn3RWgC1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/9FUnCJTdd08/s1600-h/P8240084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245189284018785106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SMqn3RWgC1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/9FUnCJTdd08/s320/P8240084.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">et sted, i en hånd<br />er den jeg vil være<br />og jeg tror på<br />håndens bevegelse<br />den varsommes pust<br />av en vilje<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">et sted</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">er jeg hel<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-5344260616286618180?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-30630222392290513312008-09-10T02:48:00.000-07:002008-09-17T01:28:03.019-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SMeYEc7GFAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wPy_0kOaqd0/s1600-h/P8240082.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244327493347185666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="217" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SMeYEc7GFAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wPy_0kOaqd0/s320/P8240082.JPG" width="291" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><p>en dråpe fra valmuens skygge</p><p>bærer duft i hendene</p><p>men høsten</p><p>som kjenner hver nyanse</p><p>lar jorda drikke den</p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-3063022239229051331?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-82654464675726563982008-09-10T02:41:00.000-07:002008-09-17T01:31:10.514-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SMeWkheYv9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/76cZm5pejOo/s1600-h/P9060121.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244325845301510098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SMeWkheYv9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/76cZm5pejOo/s320/P9060121.JPG" width="277" border="0" /></a><br /><div>side ved side</div><div>som gamle trær</div><div>lent mot hverandre</div><div> </div><div>ser kvister falle</div><div></div><div>kan ikke annet</div><div>enn å vaie med</div><div></div><div>og strekke oss</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-8265446467572656398?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-55150343251901543112008-09-10T01:26:00.000-07:002008-09-10T01:33:44.026-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SMeE-hgIABI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kpciBwwjfcc/s1600-h/P8240081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244306500776099858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SMeE-hgIABI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kpciBwwjfcc/s320/P8240081.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Innenfor</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">et blygt øye</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">er fargen du bare aner</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">innerst</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">der dråpen</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">blir liggende</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-5515034325190154311?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-19329171960929104572008-08-20T04:54:00.000-07:002008-08-20T05:08:56.020-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SKwGoBKUIOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SGE2moA1ONQ/s1600-h/P7200218.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236567751301275874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SKwGoBKUIOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SGE2moA1ONQ/s200/P7200218.JPG" border="0" /></a> det er som jeg graver mot en kjerne<br />av håp jeg ikke visste om<br /><br />jeg kaster uvitenhet bort<br />og står naken tilbake<br /><br />det er som jeg aldri ser det hele<br />kun fargerike partikler i det grå<br /><br />i livets metteste år<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-1932917196092910457?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-5463454116564170872008-08-20T04:44:00.000-07:002008-08-20T04:54:13.676-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SKwD-Mks4DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9LYmd1kKOvI/s1600-h/P7170108.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236564833786978354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SKwD-Mks4DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9LYmd1kKOvI/s200/P7170108.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>hennes hud er en elv der din hånd får bade</p><p>hennes stemme er vinden som visker om mer</p><p>hennes blod er fargen i sensommerkvelden</p><p>hun er armer inn mot din sjel</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-546345411656417087?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-50685121717692640032008-08-17T12:29:00.001-07:002008-09-10T01:35:44.129-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SKh9Ig9WzZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CR3ciIgVVRY/s1600-h/P7200189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235572152057908626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SKh9Ig9WzZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CR3ciIgVVRY/s200/P7200189.JPG" border="0" /></a> det kløp i huden, er stille nå<br />en murring i tiden som drar forbi<br /><br />nå plukker jeg sukkerkorn med tungen<br />elskes innenfra<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-5068512171769264003?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-57469623946754501462008-08-17T10:40:00.000-07:002008-08-17T12:41:42.095-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SKhjJcAO9zI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UfXVlnPkstU/s1600-h/P7200190.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235543580605347634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SKhjJcAO9zI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UfXVlnPkstU/s200/P7200190.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>for det som aldri slutter</p><p>er det som aldri har begynt</p><p>og jeg er akkurat så nære</p><p>jeg behøver</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-5746962394675450146?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-43769886420027192812008-08-17T10:20:00.000-07:002008-08-17T12:42:08.724-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SKhfNl7MZfI/AAAAAAAAADs/9RJDY4jRjXU/s1600-h/P7150047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235539253941528050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SKhfNl7MZfI/AAAAAAAAADs/9RJDY4jRjXU/s200/P7150047.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>jeg trykker meg mot armen din</p><p>hånden som snor sine fingre rundt mine årer</p><p>når natten er for stor</p><p>er du en stille elv som renner forbi</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-4376988642002719281?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-18987412459503341292008-08-17T10:00:00.000-07:002008-08-17T12:43:01.982-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SKhalLvgsII/AAAAAAAAADk/zvsP5YgcQ4I/s1600-h/P7200242.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235534161671925890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SKhalLvgsII/AAAAAAAAADk/zvsP5YgcQ4I/s320/P7200242.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><p>et sted der alt går i ett</p><p>der landet som strekker sine grener ut</p><p>plukker himmelfarger</p><p>berører elven i et kyss</p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-1898741245950334129?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-32792082525426793192008-08-11T08:48:00.000-07:002008-08-17T06:20:43.355-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SKBm7PwMt7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZQhPZZyX1z4/s1600-h/P1010207.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233295935031523250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/SKBm7PwMt7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZQhPZZyX1z4/s320/P1010207.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">sterke ord, jeg kjenner de ikke</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">huden er for myk</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">rundt det røde, det som strømmer</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">sterke ord, jeg eier de ikke</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">jeg er fanget i en ulmende kjerne</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">av pastell</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">og blod</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-3279208252542679319?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-54851111522862027522008-01-24T01:01:00.000-08:002008-12-09T11:45:44.403-08:00<div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>jeg vil sende mine tanker i en barkebåt ut på havet</p><p>bølger gir dem fart, vinden blåser dem opp, de blir store, sterke og vakre</p><p>gå til stranden ved ditt hav, vær tålmodig og se,</p><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/R5hUeulRs2I/AAAAAAAAACU/uwMuEGM6XiU/s1600-h/P7100100.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158966260030092130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/R5hUeulRs2I/AAAAAAAAACU/uwMuEGM6XiU/s320/P7100100.JPG" width="263" border="0" /></a>kanskje en barkebåt med varme tanker kommer</p><p>fra en liten sjel, med lite håp og enda mindre tro</p><p>som sendte ut en barkebåt, den kommer til deg nå</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-5485111152286202752?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-7505740111416759312008-01-24T00:20:00.001-08:002008-12-09T11:45:44.552-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/R5hKv-lRs1I/AAAAAAAAACM/SiNBNUHoa-8/s1600-h/P8030005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158955561266557778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/R5hKv-lRs1I/AAAAAAAAACM/SiNBNUHoa-8/s400/P8030005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> Etter regnet er det mykt</div><div> da danser dråpene ballett</div><div> naturen dufter deilig</div><div> fordi alt er vasket rent</div><div> </div><div> på noen blader ser jeg dråpebarn</div><div> i lek på trampoline</div><div> i hver dråpe finnes farger</div><div> jeg ikke ventet å finne</div><div> </div><div> når det glitrer slik og drypper</div><div> og renner overalt</div><div> når kontraster fyller sinnet mitt</div><div> med bilder jeg vil ha</div><div> </div><div> da tenker jeg på skaperen</div><div> naturens store kunstner</div><div> med alle skogens musikanter</div><div> sendes takkesang til Ham</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-750574011141675931?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-10653237538146315372007-10-17T04:03:00.000-07:002009-07-04T17:58:59.562-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RxXswlCVJ0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2S0qhE4yhUY/s1600-h/P8290010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122260470523569986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" height="349" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RxXswlCVJ0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2S0qhE4yhUY/s400/P8290010.JPG" width="238" border="0" /></a><br /><div>For det er et sted</div><div>å strekke seg etter</div><div>spor å søke</div><div></div><div>jeg løper over røtter</div><div>synker i dammer</div><div></div><div>under blygrå himmel</div><div>gjennom seigt kratt</div><div></div><div>det er</div><div>et sted</div><div>utenfor</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-1065323753814631537?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-53995809836857236442007-10-17T03:51:00.000-07:002008-12-09T11:45:44.846-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RxXqRlCVJzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/I57aEBFqWfM/s1600-h/PA170044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122257738924369714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RxXqRlCVJzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/I57aEBFqWfM/s400/PA170044.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>jeg kan høre larmen ennå</p><p>men den ser meg ikke</p><p>jeg er en strek</p><p>som veien visket ut</p><p>nå sitter jeg</p><p>på en kald sten</p><p>og spiser luft</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-5399580983685723644?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-70604135579123901382007-10-10T11:33:00.001-07:002008-08-04T11:56:11.739-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-7060413557912390138?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-36926184855314088082007-09-22T04:41:00.000-07:002009-07-07T06:12:14.111-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvT__FCVJwI/AAAAAAAAABk/azqBdxzKSus/s1600-h/P6170031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112992936121149186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="367" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvT__FCVJwI/AAAAAAAAABk/azqBdxzKSus/s400/P6170031.JPG" width="264" border="0" /></a>kan noen gi meg en sterk vilje<br />å klatre på<br />mot overflatelandet<br />der de bor<br />som aldri snur seg<br />eller grubler<br /><br />gi meg en pil å klamre meg til<br />mot målet<br />en nådeløs spiss<br />fra tvil til seier<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-3692618485531408808?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-24663262532025608032007-09-21T10:41:00.000-07:002009-07-07T06:13:36.027-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvQC_VCVJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/feC5Nz_Qv48/s1600-h/P7240206.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112714763974289138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvQC_VCVJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/feC5Nz_Qv48/s400/P7240206.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Og Han ser alltid</p><p>med det blikket</p><p>og alt jeg er</p><p>blir vakkert </p><p></p><p>gjennom en tåre</p><p>i øyekroken</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-2466326253202560803?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-35336899221519912972007-09-21T09:53:00.000-07:002008-12-09T11:45:45.389-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvP36lCVJuI/AAAAAAAAABU/mkGczlxljbc/s1600-h/P7070040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112702587742004962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvP36lCVJuI/AAAAAAAAABU/mkGczlxljbc/s400/P7070040.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>vi slipes av vær </div><div></div><div></div><div>av bølger som leker og slår</div><div></div><div></div><div>men ingen flate</div><div>og ingen form</div><div></div><div>får samme slag eller kjærtegn</div><div></div><div>alle er vi harde og såre</div><div>alle er like rare</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-3533689922151991297?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-18905874403757178592007-09-21T03:45:00.000-07:002008-12-09T11:45:45.547-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvOhdFCVJtI/AAAAAAAAABM/F0Fl1ZcJxXc/s1600-h/P9120151.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112607522935875282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="393" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvOhdFCVJtI/AAAAAAAAABM/F0Fl1ZcJxXc/s400/P9120151.JPG" width="252" border="0" /></a> Jeg lukker øynene<br />flyter<br />lar overflaten<br />forsvinne<br /><br />klatrer gjennom<br />våt stilhet<br /><br />jeg er et barn<br />den nye dagen<br />renner igjennom<br /><br />drikker<br />av langsomhetens<br />vin<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-1890587440375717859?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-65851336480317590102007-09-21T03:21:00.000-07:002008-12-09T11:45:45.693-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvObsFCVJsI/AAAAAAAAABE/5lPtIEtOdsk/s1600-h/P8290005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112601183564146370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvObsFCVJsI/AAAAAAAAABE/5lPtIEtOdsk/s400/P8290005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-6585133648031759010?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-67412770372588908332007-09-20T03:33:00.000-07:002008-12-09T11:45:45.935-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvJOYefwfDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/I6dcidaN1M0/s1600-h/P9150339.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112234709429025842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvJOYefwfDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/I6dcidaN1M0/s400/P9150339.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvJNZufwfCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2JQLu-ytXLA/s1600-h/P9140324.JPG"></a>da kjente jeg</div><div>de nye perlene </div><div>drysse</div><div> </div><div>en foss</div><div>av skinnende dager</div><div>over grå hender<br /><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-6741277037258890833?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-48953762124512911112007-09-20T03:21:00.000-07:002008-12-09T11:45:46.073-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvJLNefwfBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j1IUC4vjB8A/s1600-h/P9140319.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112231221915581458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="357" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvJLNefwfBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j1IUC4vjB8A/s400/P9140319.JPG" width="231" border="0" /></a> hvor er du<br />når min kropp<br />kjennes gudløs<br /><br />gjennomsiktigheten risler<br />over mine fingre<br /><br />gram for gram<br />faller jeg<br />mot bunnen<br /><br />vektløs<br />(mot deg )<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-4895376212451291111?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-9763052446824522062007-09-19T09:51:00.000-07:002008-12-09T11:45:46.208-08:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvFTtOfwfAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2i2B6dc0slg/s1600-h/P9150332.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvFTtOfwfAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2i2B6dc0slg/s320/P9150332.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Kom til meg<br />i en drøm<br />om gjerder som rives<br /><br />og hud<br />som renner<br />igjennom</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-976305244682452206?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-45092132842930604492007-09-19T08:41:00.000-07:002008-12-09T11:45:46.394-08:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvFDXufwe_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/gKMKNoj8f8U/s1600-h/P8280146.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvFDXufwe_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/gKMKNoj8f8U/s400/P8280146.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">... men jeg vil ikke leke på lette skyer</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">hele tiden,</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">men kiles av ugressets rå</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">og møkkete kraft</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">som griper tak</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">i mine rastløse hender</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">når solen lokker</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">og blender...</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-4509213284293060449?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524394010893932638.post-59763503584734839902007-09-19T08:29:00.000-07:002008-12-09T11:45:46.863-08:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111938773297429474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="266" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDFo-MBmYyQ/RvFBOufwe-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1YobgwUBhKY/s400/P9080036.JPG" width="365" border="0" /> Under<br />en himmelblå<br />sommerhatt<br />skvalper<br />et sjøgrønt blikk<br /><br />løfter meg<br />mot et tak<br />fra dype<br />åndedrag<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/524394010893932638-5976350358473483990?l=ordogbilder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Birgithehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12683489584899633570noreply@blogger.com0