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Round the beggar from Luossa There is something past the mountains<\/span> I have listened to the silence To a wild eternal longing I would sit beside her, quiet What I love, it is beyond And surrounded by the uproar I am tempted Join me, brother, past the mountains, May the dark and salty waters By a seashell covered sand beach [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”2_5″ _builder_version=”4.16″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_blurb title=”Take me to the stone” use_icon=”on” font_icon=”||divi||400″ icon_color=”#FFFFFF” image_icon_background_color=”#E09900″ icon_placement=”left” image_icon_width=”24px” _builder_version=”4.20.2″ _module_preset=”default” header_font=”|700|||||||” header_font_size=”16px” body_font_size=”14px” body_line_height=”1em” image_icon_custom_padding=”8px|8px|8px|8px|false|false” animation=”off” link_option_url=”https:\/\/goo.gl\/maps\/hutZ69E5r3TTvxJU6″ link_option_url_new_window=”on” border_radii_image=”on|100%|100%|100%|100%” icon_font_size=”24px” use_circle=”on” circle_color=”#E09900″ locked=”off” global_colors_info=”{}” image_icon_background_color__sticky_enabled=”#1c1c1c” image_icon_background_color__sticky=”#1c1c1c”]<\/p>\n Google maps<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_blurb][et_pb_audio audio=”https:\/\/dananderssonveckan.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/Tiggarn-Luossa.mp3″ title=”Omkring tiggarn fr\u00e5n Luossa” artist_name=”Jimmy Ginsby” album_name=”Minnesstenar, Jimmy Ginsby l\u00e4ser Dan Andersson” image_url=”https:\/\/dananderssonveckan.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/jimmyginsby_laser-1024×682.jpg” _builder_version=”4.19.4″ _module_preset=”default” title_font=”|600|||||||” locked=”off” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_audio][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/dananderssonveckan.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/omkringtiggarn.jpg” title_text=”omkringtiggarn” show_in_lightbox=”on” _builder_version=”4.19.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/dananderssonveckan.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/12\/detarnagot.jpg” title_text=”detarnagot” show_in_lightbox=”on” _builder_version=”4.19.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_video src=”https:\/\/youtu.be\/mVyvXs3ttuA” _builder_version=”4.18.0″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_video][et_pb_video src=”https:\/\/youtu.be\/frhTmJ1OH2U” _builder_version=”4.18.0″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_video][et_pb_code _builder_version=”4.18.0″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]
they all sat there in a ring
by the campfire and they listened to his songs.<\/span>
Songs of wanderers and pedlars
and of most amazing things
with his longing he gave voice to
rights and wrongs:<\/p>\n
past the flowers and the songs
yes, there\u2019s something past the galaxies
and past my aching heart.
Listen \u2013 something\u2019s there, it\u2019s whispering
with temptations and with pleas:
come with us, because this earthly world
will never bring you ease!<\/p>\n
to the waves break on the shore.
I have dreamt of wildest seas at rest
and my spirit onward rushing
ah, the shapeless kingdom toward,
where we can forget all those we\u2019ve loved the best.<\/p>\n
we were born by mothers pale,
from their birthing pains and worries
rose our first laments and wails.
We were tossed to cliffs and meadows
where we tumbled and were awed
making games of moose and lions,
butterflies, beggars, even gods.<\/p>\n
she whose heart was so like mine,
and her gentle hands our complex lives unfurled,
I could hear my heart start shouting,
what is yours you do not own,
and abducted was I to another world.<\/p>\n
all concealed from light and words,
while the righteous way is high and wonderous.<\/p>\n
to appeal now to the Lord:
\u2019Take the world from me, I wish to own
What n\u2019er belonged anyone of us!\u2019<\/p>\n
with their peaceful, cooling brooks,
where they sea relaxes slowly
in its mount-encircled bed.
Some, oh somewhere beyond heaven
Is my home, my mother\u2019s there,
In the golden sprinkled hazes
In a cape with petals spread.<\/p>\n
cool thy red and feverish cheek,
may we be so far past this life
before the dawning breaks!
Not of this world was I ever
and I suffered endless aches
for my worries, for my falseness,
And for my hot lust\u2019s sake.<\/p>\n
is a portal where roses grow,
and it covers rotting shipwrecks
where tired sailors are deceased.
Lovely singing not heard elsewhere
like the fiddles\u2019 echoes grow
under vaults where, ever youthful,
all the children, blessed, find peace.<\/p>\n