Earth, the Mother of Life

Nils-Aslak Valkeapää

Survivor [?]

Sun
Flower
2013

Hear Hear

Gula gula
nieida
gánda
Gula máttut dál du èurvot
Manin attát eatnama duolvat
mirkkoduvvot
guoriduvvot

Gula jiena
nieida
gánda
Gula máttaráhkuid jiena
Eana lea min buohkaid eadni
dan jos goddit ieza jápmit

Leatgo diktán ieèèat báinnot
Leatgo iešge mielde gilvvus
Gula máttut dál dus jerret
Itgo don muitte gos don vulget

Dus leat oappát
Dus leat vieljat
Lulli - ameriihka arvevuvddiin
Ruonaeatnama geadgerittuin
Itgo don muitte gos don vulget

Gula gula
nieida
gánda
Gula máttut dál du èurvot
Manin attát eatnama duolvat
mirkkoduvvot
guoriduvvot

Gula jiena
nieida
gánda
Gula máttaráhkuid jiena
Eana lea min buohkaid eadni
Dan jos goddit ieza jápmit

Composed by Mari Boine

Translation:

Hear the voices of the foremothers
Hear
They ask you why you let the earth become polluted
Poisoned
Exhausted
They remind you where you come from
Do you hear?
Again they want to remind you
That the earth is our mother
If we take her life
We die with her.

Mari Boine

Chimneys

More colours tonight
– why would I not be surprised? –
than a camera can catch.

Yoik of the Wind

Lady's Smock

My annual reward for not mowing too soon.

Kick-off 3p.m.

Believe it or not,
Her Royal Highness portrayed
as a Page Three Girl;

Neither in The Sun,
nor the Daily Mirror. though.
Cost me two shillings.

Official Programme:
Legendary Cup Final.
Found in my archive.

Misty Saturday Morning

Quietude.

Liekkas

Warm

Beneath a starlit sky
I make traces
As signs of the northern light
dance above

In the care of silence
my breathing echoes
Something whispers to me
that you are on your way

Hold my hand
Stroke my cheek
Whisper beautiful words
Comfort me tenderly
Please, be warm so I woun't freeze
Give me also a yoik...

Jorgalan / translated by: Marja Skum


Brita Maret Sofia Jannok

Warm

Under a blanket of stars
I'm leaving traces
as signs from the northern lights
flicker in the sky

In the care of silence
my breaths resonate
Something whispers
that you are on your way

Hold my hand
Stroke my cheek
Whisper beautiful words
Soothe me softly
Be warm
so I'm not cold
Give me a yoik...
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Friday is Skyday

Practise flight; slowly,
not as elegant as birds,
and much more noisy.

Balcony Views

Strange morning light,

and a first blossom carpet.

Monochrome Monday

Being twelve weeks young,
would s/he have thought of a trip
to France? Cèst la vie. :)

Galore

Delight for my eyes
waiting for the bumble bees
Ah! Hear them humming?