Ragnar Bjarnason - Vorkvöld in Reykjavík
- A cloud over the Esau sunbathing,
- sintering western windows, which burn in the houses.
- Interpreted, carries the accustomed vorgolan warm,
- the love craving in the breast wakes up again.
- Kisses in the middle of a street is a woman young and hot,
- running round boys, who are in the quest,
- Akrafjall and Skarðsheiði as purple dreams.
- Nothing is more beautiful than Reykjavík's nightlife.
- The pond lies still in the evening sunshine
- the crabs even grumble and go in the holm.
- Snuggle on the benches of tails and floats,
- The poet Jonah listens to the most poetic poetry.
- Hidden emblem on the down soft duvet
- daughters with a head under the wing.
- Akrafjall and Skarðsheiði as purple dreams.
- Nothing is more beautiful than Reykjavík's nightlife.
- Slowly around Ingolf and emptied every tear
- ensures resting rhythms with the booms.
- Sleep is a modest victory over them,
- The south leaves are mild on meadows and hair.
- Fragrance is grassy and fragrant,
- the back sole purple red vestibule.
- Akrafjall and Skarðsheiði as purple dreams.
- Nothing is more beautiful than Reykjavík's nightlife.
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