it is December and I have not opened
my book in civil law
for days now
except this book of poems
by Olav Hauge
nevertheless i am excited
joyriding in a pick-up with my
long lost brother
and drinking from a bottle
of tanduay rum
we are groggy and we do not have
any place to go
we are just together
and i am driving
if i fall asleep in a minute
something really bad may happen
but how can we ever mind?
we can be dead at any time
and be without any
regrets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem