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Tone Hødnebø

COLUMNS, stairs, a dozen

COLUMNS, stairs, a dozen
luminous lamps
and the sound from the office machines
cumbersome tasks
lined up ahead of us

The steps walk and walk
towards someone you must not become
who you already are
weeping and weeping,
begging for a kiss.

COLUMNS, stairs, a dozen

SØYLER, trapper, et dusin
lysende lamper
og duren fra kontormaskinene
et tungrodd arbeid
ligger foran oss

Skrittene går og går
mot den man ikke burde bli,
den man allerede er
som griner og griner seg
til et kyss.
Close

COLUMNS, stairs, a dozen

COLUMNS, stairs, a dozen
luminous lamps
and the sound from the office machines
cumbersome tasks
lined up ahead of us

The steps walk and walk
towards someone you must not become
who you already are
weeping and weeping,
begging for a kiss.

COLUMNS, stairs, a dozen

COLUMNS, stairs, a dozen
luminous lamps
and the sound from the office machines
cumbersome tasks
lined up ahead of us

The steps walk and walk
towards someone you must not become
who you already are
weeping and weeping,
begging for a kiss.
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