tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71494447494345562842012-02-23T15:46:09.036+01:00Gustavnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-75352243356464319212012-02-23T14:51:00.000+01:002012-02-23T14:51:47.219+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0HGg68kZuhA/T0ZDwVNe_OI/AAAAAAABxCg/H3eYdkysrMs/s1600/Sandslottet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="386" lda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0HGg68kZuhA/T0ZDwVNe_OI/AAAAAAABxCg/H3eYdkysrMs/s640/Sandslottet.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg bygde&nbsp;meg slott ut av fuktige sand</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Med blomar eg pynta ein draum frå mi hand</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Mi skute var lasta med glitrande gull</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg plystra og tralla ein kosteleg sull</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Før&nbsp;middag var omme det steig frå det blå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ei frue frå havet så vakker som få</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ho skoda på slottet og heiv på sitt hår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Og borte var draumen eg hadde i går</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I kvelding det kvitra ein fugl tirliti</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Den hadde nok aldri ein tvangsfantasi</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Hei blanche du carte som deg vil eg bli</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg aldri vil ha meg eit makthierarki</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-7535224335646431921?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-80804955643140877432012-02-23T09:38:00.000+01:002012-02-23T14:20:44.237+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1LkiN_CN2w/T0XvM3BDJlI/AAAAAAABxCY/bO8y0opqqbQ/s1600/Aprildagar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" lda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1LkiN_CN2w/T0XvM3BDJlI/AAAAAAABxCY/bO8y0opqqbQ/s640/Aprildagar.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg løfter mitt&nbsp;syn mot den strålande dagen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>den brenn som eit&nbsp;under for alle</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg ligg her i graset med hender på magen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>og sola ho&nbsp;kjæler min skalle</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg&nbsp;skottar eit blikk til ein blomerik flora</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>som vinkar i brisen den linne</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I bjørka der borte so skjenner den skjora</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>ber katten til pises forsvinne</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det beinflyg ei fluge&nbsp;eit støyande jetfly</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>til&nbsp;bulder i vårvàre øyre</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Frå fjorden det dunkar&nbsp;eit nylakka&nbsp;farty</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>den vakraste vårlyd&nbsp;eg høyre</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Frå fjella det lyer av susande tonar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>av&nbsp;dansen som sødmerik strøymer</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Og lamma dei&nbsp;brækar og sender visjonar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>til grender der livslysta fløymer</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg tenkjer på jenta som song som ei lerke</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>den venaste fugl eg har sansa</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det iler i magen eg kjenner det verke</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>i tåa so blåe vi dansa</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det vårast i&nbsp;kjensla&nbsp;av livslyse stunder</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>&nbsp;og&nbsp;dagar&nbsp;med&nbsp;triveleg hygge</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Til solkjære fuglar&nbsp;og livlege under</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>som framtida sorgfrie bygge</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-8080495564314087743?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-10043256316824655592012-02-22T08:54:00.000+01:002012-02-22T15:34:59.842+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwVLm8bY-1M/T0Scn97-MiI/AAAAAAABxCI/pYld_sCnr5o/s1600/P1090371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" lda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwVLm8bY-1M/T0Scn97-MiI/AAAAAAABxCI/pYld_sCnr5o/s640/P1090371.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ser havet&nbsp;bort i vest</em></strong></span><br />Ligg&nbsp;vaken for&nbsp;ein&nbsp;fest</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tek&nbsp;varmen i si famn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kjær&nbsp;i eiga hamn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Åleine aldri det</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Verda ligg her me`</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Finale berre meg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>heim&nbsp;dei siste steg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Lyset kvervar ut</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Mørkret kviskrar... gut</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Legg meg stille ned</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Svart gjev livet fred</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar </em></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-1004325631682465559?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-76796978274555442012-02-21T08:32:00.000+01:002012-02-21T08:33:25.103+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTigAtfEBAA/T0NGXr31NsI/AAAAAAABxCA/2tlGaqKD_mU/s1600/Onkelen+min.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" lda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTigAtfEBAA/T0NGXr31NsI/AAAAAAABxCA/2tlGaqKD_mU/s640/Onkelen+min.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em></em></strong></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Onkelen er stor</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tøffare enn mor</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Han&nbsp;kan køyre fly</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Høgt opp&nbsp;under sky</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Han kan sløkkje brann</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Han&nbsp;er froskemann</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Aldri&nbsp;ser han&nbsp;grin</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Superhelten min</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg har nye tann</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Masse sand i spann</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg skal bygge hus</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Til&nbsp;mora mi&nbsp;og&nbsp;pus</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Bake&nbsp;store kake</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Onkelen&nbsp;får smake</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Handa finn eg so</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ho&nbsp;er&nbsp;varm og go</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar </em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-7679697827455544?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-85954287033167350032012-02-20T09:09:00.000+01:002012-02-20T09:22:25.825+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3x4ac4nyR0/T0H7FWDsnXI/AAAAAAABxB0/etQTH8GLfKw/s1600/P1010620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3x4ac4nyR0/T0H7FWDsnXI/AAAAAAABxB0/etQTH8GLfKw/s640/P1010620.JPG" width="640" yda="true" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Strålande linjer er pryd for mitt syn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kjenslene spring som i hovud av lyn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ein dydige engel i tankane renn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du ventar på meg som den einast av menn</em></strong></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Lenge du&nbsp;stunda&nbsp;til atter ein&nbsp;vår</em></strong></span><br /></em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Klar for meg kjære ligg du&nbsp;her eg går</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Frydfullt eg ser mot din fullkomne kropp</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Rop på meg&nbsp;kjære og aldri sei stopp</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em> </span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-8595428703316735003?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-37226752122524303882012-02-19T08:49:00.002+01:002012-02-19T20:34:46.064+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-_jYeUiLmk/T0CpCvMya9I/AAAAAAABxAk/wyNr0t9D9i4/s1600/Monsteret.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-_jYeUiLmk/T0CpCvMya9I/AAAAAAABxAk/wyNr0t9D9i4/s640/Monsteret.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Dei fanga det digraste fjolset ein skalle</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>eit monster som slukte det meste</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>I humring og glede eg høyrde det gjalle</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>no skulle vi saktens få feste</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Då pina og smerta var dau som ei sild</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>han kunne ei folket meir plage</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Og sola ho glitra så gavmild og gild</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>så angsten han sleppte kvar mage</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Vi senka til botnar ei glye med stein</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>som aldri såg dagslyset atter</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Og&nbsp;skura så hendene blanke og rein</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>til lovsong og feiande latter</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Og dansen på kaia den ljoma i spel</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>om fagnad til våren og lukka</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Vi skåla i saman i trivnad og vèl</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>for skallen som&nbsp;vi hadde&nbsp;hukka</i></b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i> </i></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-3722675212252430388?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-61893364418583385932012-02-17T11:02:00.001+01:002012-02-17T11:19:31.447+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S39qGhiNRE/Tz4iwe-Yz4I/AAAAAAABw_U/kdg-dS2FA5s/s1600/P1010607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S39qGhiNRE/Tz4iwe-Yz4I/AAAAAAABw_U/kdg-dS2FA5s/s640/P1010607.JPG" width="640" yda="true" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Livet er kunst i balanse</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>med iskalde bakkar å gå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Men eg har ein&nbsp;stadig romanse </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>ved gjela dei bratte og blå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kicket er spenning på kanten</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>med flògsug i mage og tå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Der borte ligg fjorden min santen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>i&nbsp;vårskrud så vakker å sjå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Graset&nbsp;til våren dei gyller</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ein traktor eg lyer her frå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ein tanke til bonden meg fyller</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>med&nbsp;minner om silo og ljå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Sola og draumane strålar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>blant mennesker store og små </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Her ute på egga eg målar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>ei kjelde til lystenes å</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6189336441858338593?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-68925026759750714562012-02-16T08:44:00.000+01:002012-02-16T09:04:35.391+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXBSN0F7IsU/Tzy0urL43YI/AAAAAAABw_M/6C3aImVFqrQ/s1600/V%C3%A5rglad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXBSN0F7IsU/Tzy0urL43YI/AAAAAAABw_M/6C3aImVFqrQ/s640/V%C3%A5rglad.jpg" width="640" yda="true" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Frå bygda det funklar eit livskraftig ja</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>god morgon ho vinkar i blått</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det glinsar av fjorden i solrenninga</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>i venleik&nbsp;som vi no har fått</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>No angar det lukter frå solvarma tang</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>kjenn kulden sa takk for i år</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Høyr tjelden han knepper sin gryfriske sang</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>og snøen fekk dårlege kår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det&nbsp;glytter&nbsp;eit&nbsp;glimmer frå spegelen min</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>han aldri såg venare ut</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>På flygande teppe som ung Aladdin</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>eg svever frå&nbsp;verdshav til nut </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det blussar i minnet ein livslystig låt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>med rytmar&nbsp;av ungdomens blod</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Og augene tindrar&nbsp;i latteren våt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>av jenter som spøkte og lo</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg vandrar&nbsp;det mjuke og doggfriske gras</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>som pirrar min barføtte fot</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg seglar på havet&nbsp;ein kvit galeas</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>og&nbsp;havbrisen&nbsp;kitlar i mot</em></strong></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Eg kysser i varsemd eit solstrålekinn</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">og tenner dei augene blå</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I hugnad for jenta eg draumane vinn</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">om regnet kjem høljande på</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Min livsleik er våren den&nbsp;grør i&nbsp;mitt sinn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>av&nbsp;fagnad kvar&nbsp;makalaus dag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Når sysvorta kvitrar&nbsp;i vårkvelden linn</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>er anden og eg&nbsp;fødd i lag&nbsp;</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6892502675975071456?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-72311691594077310412012-02-15T11:24:00.001+01:002012-02-15T11:27:51.346+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cbyH7ywbP8g/TzuHv8g2arI/AAAAAAABw-w/p6r8zMsgMxg/s1600/V%C3%A5rlukke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cbyH7ywbP8g/TzuHv8g2arI/AAAAAAABw-w/p6r8zMsgMxg/s640/V%C3%A5rlukke.jpg" width="640" yda="true" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg vil hoppe ut i vona</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>klemme gleda av ein vår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Og som kongen&nbsp;fast på trona</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>søke&nbsp;nye leveår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg skal strekke mine hender</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>opp til livet høgt&nbsp;mot sky</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Og så springe lange strender</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>lett og naken utan bry</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Glad&nbsp;og ledig skal eg snuse</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>lukt av sommar frå ein blom</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Og så kjenne blodet bruse</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>i mitt grøne soverom</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kvar ein morgon vil eg lye</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>etter songen frå ein vèn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Og så smile til&nbsp;dei tye</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>full av kjærleik&nbsp;utan mèn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-7231169159407731041?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-32004679014734599832012-02-14T10:42:00.001+01:002012-02-14T10:43:26.472+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gdDAPlr4B0U/Tzom5smxOQI/AAAAAAABw-o/02jmRPzSCow/s1600/P1210348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gdDAPlr4B0U/Tzom5smxOQI/AAAAAAABw-o/02jmRPzSCow/s640/P1210348.JPG" width="640" yda="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em></em></strong></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det funklar bak tause steinar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>i&nbsp;klukkande dans mot vår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg skreller på appelsinar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>i&nbsp;tankar på nye år</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Med solskin i raude kjakar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>ein lèvegg som gåve bak</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg treng ingen pratemakar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>men famnar mi kunstnar sak</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ho&nbsp;lokkar meg vènt i øyret</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I kjælande ordelag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Dei vakraste ord eg høyre</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kvar evige helgadag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg plystrar meg heim i trua</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I&nbsp;åndeleg tankeverd</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Til løyndom ved seterbua</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ei jomfru på brureferd</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-3200467901473459983?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-46709469327626301822012-02-13T09:31:00.000+01:002012-02-13T09:42:50.424+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buYjY4o9Nro/Tzi9P14ITLI/AAAAAAABw-Q/w9djc-08Kq4/s1600/P1180039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buYjY4o9Nro/Tzi9P14ITLI/AAAAAAABw-Q/w9djc-08Kq4/s640/P1180039.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em></em></strong></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kjensla av skuggen din rir&nbsp;forbi</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>på&nbsp;lysande fagre&nbsp;venger</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Stundom eg kjenner at vi er fri</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>der tankane ei oss stenger</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Så&nbsp;spring&nbsp;vi i stilla på lysets sti</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>og nakne er huda strenger</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fri&nbsp;er du mi&nbsp;her i grøne li</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>ei mørket eg fryktar lenger</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I lag&nbsp;går no reisa&nbsp;i&nbsp;dag og i ti`&nbsp;</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>&nbsp;og vårgras&nbsp;blir duvande senger</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I&nbsp;livet og døden er tidlause vi</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>eg kjenner&nbsp;kor livslysta sprenger</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-4670946932762630182?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-34705388380304991642012-02-10T09:45:00.000+01:002012-02-10T10:47:13.623+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z02vOwOVl58/TzTXnAVHYeI/AAAAAAABw5w/GbYqATUOEfM/s1600/Eg+er.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="312" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z02vOwOVl58/TzTXnAVHYeI/AAAAAAABw5w/GbYqATUOEfM/s640/Eg+er.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det klukkar så livleg frå snøen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ein&nbsp;fugl skrattar høgt i det blå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ei vinterdvask fluge så kløen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>på solveggen freistar ei krå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg&nbsp;plirar eit auge mot sola</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Av pudder eg hugsar mi seng</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Og leskar min gane med cola</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>og&nbsp;smiler av gledens terreng</em></strong></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I kjakar svir sola av rusen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eit fly&nbsp;durar høgt opp i sky</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ein vasspytt seg samlar på grusen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>ein unge&nbsp;der trampar så kry</em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg vender så blikket mot havet</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det&nbsp;skimrar av sølv for mi tå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I&nbsp;gry var eg kry som ein pave</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>for landet av gull såg eg då</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ein dråpe av sveitte frå håret</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>eg tørkar&nbsp;med handa så mjuk</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I stilla det&nbsp;blømer av året</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>av&nbsp;stunder&nbsp;på kvitaste duk</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det luktar av bollar frå stova</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>i&nbsp;solkroken min her det skin</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Livet er fint bakom nova</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>i&nbsp;tankar&nbsp;om lys og Jasmin</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-3470538838030499164?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-25567072664682863292012-02-09T12:47:00.000+01:002012-02-09T12:47:56.026+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9_DomcSJWE/TzOv0JFIEnI/AAAAAAABw5o/AhfoU0sQbA8/s1600/Tanken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9_DomcSJWE/TzOv0JFIEnI/AAAAAAABw5o/AhfoU0sQbA8/s640/Tanken.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ein spinkel kropp sit skjult i verda</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>tankefull&nbsp; om siste&nbsp;ferda</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Av&nbsp;leire jord&nbsp;blir skinna grå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>så kven kan&nbsp;tenne natta&nbsp;då</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Han lyer rop frå oldtids skugge</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Makk og orm&nbsp;er dødens vugge</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Blod som&nbsp;storknar årar små</em></strong></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Kalde nevar blåe tå</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eit fnugg av snø fell på hans hand</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>og brått&nbsp;er han i&nbsp;livsens land</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Frå gufs av is&nbsp;i&nbsp;mørkets makt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>til&nbsp;draumar lys i&nbsp;samba takt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-2556707266468286329?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-76509418872764174772012-02-08T11:16:00.000+01:002012-02-13T09:50:39.558+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOAPtzVBK0E/TzJKxqSrcDI/AAAAAAABw5g/6LElWPE7jfc/s1600/P1260057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOAPtzVBK0E/TzJKxqSrcDI/AAAAAAABw5g/6LElWPE7jfc/s640/P1260057.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det buldrar og sydar frå&nbsp;dragen sitt land</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg søkjer så varleg eg kan hennar hand</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Men villskapen lyser frå augene svarte</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>eg tenkjer på enker som et av dei sarte</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Frå djupet av gapet det&nbsp;glødar frå dragen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg leppene kysser og klør ho på magen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Men&nbsp;danse på line i magiske stròk</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>kan age ein vesal frå spaning til ròk</em></strong></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>På landet det andre ligg dagane klåre</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Dei minner om barndom og gladlynte tåre</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg fredsamt&nbsp;kan henda&nbsp;skal dra dit i dag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>der&nbsp;kicket er&nbsp;lite&nbsp;men soleglad slag&nbsp;</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Attrå&nbsp;av rusen på liner så strame</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>kan aldri få dragane retteleg tame</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg tenkjer på dragen kvar bidige kveld</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>som pustar og sprutar&nbsp;den&nbsp;evige eld</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div align="center"></div></div><strong><em></em></strong></div><strong><em></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-7650941887276417477?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-65484725720628591272012-02-07T09:10:00.001+01:002012-02-07T09:11:10.167+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpYEfMLHxM4/TzDZAn-yXsI/AAAAAAABw44/R5M6UH3gChg/s1600/Guten+min.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpYEfMLHxM4/TzDZAn-yXsI/AAAAAAABw44/R5M6UH3gChg/s640/Guten+min.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I vår og kjærleik vart du send </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ei stjerne&nbsp;til ei&nbsp;lita grend</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ein havets engel&nbsp;såg her inn&nbsp;</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>gav&nbsp;roser&nbsp;på ditt kinn </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kjem svarte djevlar hit til meg </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du lys skal sende på min veg </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ditt&nbsp;andlet opnar hjartelag </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>til folk av alle slag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du kjære vene livets skatt </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du ormar møter mørke natt </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Som sola sprekk dei digre troll </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>syng du&nbsp;av&nbsp;rock`n roll</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6548472572062859127?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-83832720362463222112012-01-31T11:18:00.000+01:002012-01-31T11:18:16.698+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWqbxVpkyqE/Tye9M_QMJGI/AAAAAAABwrc/4jT2tQdQ7XI/s1600/P1000065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWqbxVpkyqE/Tye9M_QMJGI/AAAAAAABwrc/4jT2tQdQ7XI/s640/P1000065.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><em><b><span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';">Eg&nbsp;smiler av tanken&nbsp;til songen&nbsp;frå vindar </span></b></em></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><em><b><span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';">og fargane raude&nbsp;av morgon på tindar</span></b></em></div><div align="center"><em><b><span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';">Du les meg som&nbsp;skrifta som&nbsp;brenn i det blå</span></b></em></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><em><b><span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';">Du&nbsp;glede av kjærleik tenn auger for små</span></b></em></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-8383272036246322211?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-76973653878390792342012-01-31T10:06:00.002+01:002012-01-31T10:43:50.238+01:00<span id="goog_660109648"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXMAQCkb0Mk/TyeuoBHfVHI/AAAAAAABwrU/0mFW46gkLgM/s1600/Engel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXMAQCkb0Mk/TyeuoBHfVHI/AAAAAAABwrU/0mFW46gkLgM/s640/Engel.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I kvelding står han fri og naken</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det&nbsp;kviskrar&nbsp;eit vindpust&nbsp;på kjaken</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Einsemd kan henta di gleda</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Nærleik kan&nbsp;tanken din freda</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det lyser eit brorskap frå randa</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>i kjærleik&nbsp;med utstrekte handa</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Draumar&nbsp;dei reiser av garde</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ingen kan leva i fare</em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ei snor sydd av mor gjennom tåke</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kan mørket frå urskogen råke</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Engel av&nbsp;sola&nbsp;vi&nbsp;sona </em></strong></span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>boka gav lyset og vona</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-7697365387839079234?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-51874064162470551222012-01-30T10:46:00.002+01:002012-01-30T10:46:33.880+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HlnQ85hb96A/TyZm4PZyhvI/AAAAAAABwrA/44TzspBlAbw/s1600/Blunkaren.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="360px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HlnQ85hb96A/TyZm4PZyhvI/AAAAAAABwrA/44TzspBlAbw/s640/Blunkaren.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det blunkar ein skrue så&nbsp;lurt opp på heia</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>han&nbsp;fører sin livnad her&nbsp;langt utom leia</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Han kjenner&nbsp;visst vindane kalde og kvasse</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>og&nbsp;vinterens&nbsp;mørke han også kan trasse</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>No anar han tider&nbsp;av&nbsp;vårlege strålar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>for&nbsp;harane kallar og rypene skrålar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Og dagane&nbsp;mildnar det brusar i sjel</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>frå senga&nbsp;si mjuke&nbsp;av&nbsp;kvitaste mel</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg blunkar tilbake til blunkarar eg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg treffer dei ofte på&nbsp;eventyrveg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Finn ein i dag som du blunke til kan</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Lær litt av væren og spel Don Juan</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-5187406416247055122?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-71354142749602908002012-01-27T10:46:00.003+01:002012-01-27T12:23:23.127+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJXKJ3tDBwM/TyJxWIXYXGI/AAAAAAABwhQ/MTGZOKW_8qg/s1600/P1120824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="360px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJXKJ3tDBwM/TyJxWIXYXGI/AAAAAAABwhQ/MTGZOKW_8qg/s640/P1120824.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Apollon Helios&nbsp;Aton Ra</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Lyset av&nbsp;morgon&nbsp;som gjer oss glad</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Åndeleg føde&nbsp;til&nbsp;mine steg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Gryet&nbsp;gir krefter&nbsp;frå tre av deg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tidenes morgon er&nbsp;med på&nbsp;tur</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Vaknar så varleg&nbsp;og aldri sur</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Målast kan ingen mot gleda di</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>&nbsp;Legg&nbsp;deg i&nbsp;raude&nbsp;og like blid&nbsp;</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Vakraste jenta eg ein gong såg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Lysteleg gaman&nbsp;det skalv i fjåg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Glødande bløming&nbsp;ein brann i hud</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kroppane stråla&nbsp;i vårleg skrud</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du&nbsp;skjenker oss&nbsp;livnad av&nbsp;mange slag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg takkar deg atter for denne dag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Dagen&nbsp;du gir meg er livets vår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kanskje i morgon eg ei deg får</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-7135414274960290800?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-4871104063010975712012-01-26T12:38:00.006+01:002012-01-26T13:29:19.157+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCgEuqA93FQ/TyE6cI2rXnI/AAAAAAABwgA/2FdWxLC5H5s/s1600/Hjarte+av+stein.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="360px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCgEuqA93FQ/TyE6cI2rXnI/AAAAAAABwgA/2FdWxLC5H5s/s640/Hjarte+av+stein.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Lenge du lege har du</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>ryggvend&nbsp;du kaldaste fru</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Sett beilarar komme og gå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>og mange har trakka deg på</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kvinna vart&nbsp;knallande hard</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Hjartet gav sameleis svar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Livet fraus&nbsp;fast&nbsp;her i tid</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>ein&nbsp;endelaus&nbsp;iskalde&nbsp;strid</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Blomar kan leggjast på grav</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Somme blir strødde på hav</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tanken&nbsp;eg sender til deg</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>fengsla&nbsp;av tårer&nbsp;til meg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar </em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-487110406301097571?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-4925988100284597502012-01-25T10:47:00.001+01:002012-01-25T10:53:22.796+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEyUBme-wPI/Tx_PhLaPSiI/AAAAAAABwe0/-Tf42-6NqyA/s1600/Hi+sida+av+gjerdet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="358px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEyUBme-wPI/Tx_PhLaPSiI/AAAAAAABwe0/-Tf42-6NqyA/s640/Hi+sida+av+gjerdet.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Han fraus og skalv av is og fòk</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det kvein av vind eit sulig bråk</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ei hand og tær var kjenslelaus</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Då høyrde han ei røyst så taus</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kva gjer du nord i dalane</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Reis no sør om Alpane</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Varmt og godt i kvar ein krok</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>fargerik ei bildebok</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Som tenkt så gjort han flaug avstad</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Til langt mot sør og herleg bad</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Han brann som omn frå gloheitt sol</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eit rosa skinn ved swimmingpool</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Då høyrde han ei røyst så taus</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>No er du jammen giddalaus</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Finn&nbsp;deg atter snø og is</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Nok er nok av varm chablis</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ja, livet er eit paradoks</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Frå brennheitt sol til fryseboks</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Gleda er kvar enn du går</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Stien er du sjølv som rår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-492598810028459750?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-2770661942789404092012-01-24T11:28:00.000+01:002012-01-24T11:28:34.660+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gun6WFKCDDE/Tx6HQdQTitI/AAAAAAABweU/6EJODjjurQw/s1600/Varm+kulde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gun6WFKCDDE/Tx6HQdQTitI/AAAAAAABweU/6EJODjjurQw/s640/Varm+kulde.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du vakraste ven</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>du blendande åsyn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Heldig var eg som fekk deg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fald ut&nbsp;ditt hår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>di kjærlege&nbsp;glede</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Nærleik&nbsp;du gir på min&nbsp;veg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-277066194278940409?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-21340444609702461962012-01-19T11:30:00.002+01:002012-01-24T10:07:30.736+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo45o3kLOzA/TxfwRnIRpRI/AAAAAAABwVc/21FQEJf55-o/s1600/Kvite+du.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo45o3kLOzA/TxfwRnIRpRI/AAAAAAABwVc/21FQEJf55-o/s640/Kvite+du.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg flyg over minner av ånder i sol</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>erotisk ja nesten frivol</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Mjuk som av fløyel i kvitaste drakt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>til toppar i tankar og prakt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eit skrømt ned i dalen svann fluks i&nbsp; sitt hi</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>kraftlaus&nbsp;frå svunna ei tid</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg såg berre rumpa så flunkande bar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>tyktest&nbsp;så knudrut og rar </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Stilt og åleine renn tankar i hug</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>parodisk med livlege sug</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Dagen&nbsp;ligg&nbsp;stille som jomfrua kvit</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>sanne i tanken min hit</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-2134044460970246196?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-65507920236378288232012-01-18T09:55:00.002+01:002012-01-25T10:13:44.832+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a12aUrlamS8/TxaIzAFMBnI/AAAAAAABwVI/Bi-jqzmnBts/s1600/P1120058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a12aUrlamS8/TxaIzAFMBnI/AAAAAAABwVI/Bi-jqzmnBts/s640/P1120058.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg undrast i spørsmål om englar og snø</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I spora&nbsp;til kroppen frå notid til død</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Elden&nbsp;den lyser&nbsp;eg tenkjer på&nbsp;hèten</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Snøen&nbsp;er&nbsp;himmelsk&nbsp;som&nbsp;brått gjer&nbsp;meg slèten</em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Som kulden frå&nbsp;Hades brenn skriket i natt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du varme frå Eros&nbsp;min glødande skatt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Heilag er lysta i snøen oss møter</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Englar&nbsp;gjev kvile&nbsp;og&nbsp;angsten oss&nbsp;bøter</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det strålar eit skispor frå vogge til grav</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Frå&nbsp;tindar og strender&nbsp;til flammar&nbsp;mot hav</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Auger av lyset ser hit på mitt spor</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Stille ligg du&nbsp;her mi kjæraste mor</em></strong></span><br /><br /><strong><em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6550792023637828823?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-52495168833306463642012-01-17T12:03:00.001+01:002012-01-24T12:55:32.665+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UNLvswPDy8/TxVMpwr0BZI/AAAAAAABwU0/T1Epbod-1V8/s1600/Vatn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UNLvswPDy8/TxVMpwr0BZI/AAAAAAABwU0/T1Epbod-1V8/s640/Vatn.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det klukkar frå&nbsp;lia som om det var vår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Stråa ligg visne&nbsp;og knappast forstår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>På fjellet vi&nbsp;lever&nbsp;der skulle det snø</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Men isen er blitt til ein einaste sjø</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Aldri var vinteren slik eg var ung</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Snøen låg&nbsp;djupe så kald og så&nbsp;tung</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Frøa fekk&nbsp;tine&nbsp;av&nbsp;lokkande sus</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Sola den&nbsp;varma&nbsp;til&nbsp;vårkåt ein&nbsp;rus</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ber til Vår Herre&nbsp;om&nbsp;vinterleg ro</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kvila vi treng&nbsp;no skal grøda få&nbsp;gro</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Livet har&nbsp;vorte&nbsp;så fælsleg og vått</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Vinter vi&nbsp;ropar kom venleg og godt</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-5249516883330646364?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-82159658790526043362012-01-16T12:12:00.002+01:002012-01-24T13:00:19.601+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LddG6fnAW1A/TxP1Jke992I/AAAAAAABwUQ/er9ql7il3vg/s1600/Raude+kinn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LddG6fnAW1A/TxP1Jke992I/AAAAAAABwUQ/er9ql7il3vg/s640/Raude+kinn.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det raudnar i kvelding ved glitrande randa</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>i&nbsp;tunger&nbsp;frå sola skin sjela&nbsp;av glød</em></strong></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Med&nbsp;flammar stig krafta frå utstrekte handa</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>som eldhug og elskhug mitt daglege brød</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du kjelde av&nbsp;visdom&nbsp;og ungdommens styrke</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>i truskap og brorskap med brennande blod</em></strong></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du glødar i kjærleik&nbsp;eg&nbsp;kjærkomen dyrke</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Når livet mitt&nbsp;eldest er du like god</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Så mektig står arven frå eldgamle glansen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Den brånar ei aldri om dag går&nbsp;mot&nbsp;natt</em></strong></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du yppig&nbsp;meg&nbsp;strålar eg elskar romansen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg&nbsp;kjenner deg&nbsp;kjære og storslagne skatt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-8215965879052604336?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-17113308474958126852012-01-13T09:00:00.000+01:002012-01-13T09:00:09.593+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6RjsCANkqw/Tw_kVv50KAI/AAAAAAABwSY/8mftNICvcEo/s1600/Velkomen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6RjsCANkqw/Tw_kVv50KAI/AAAAAAABwSY/8mftNICvcEo/s640/Velkomen.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Velkomen er du som&nbsp;gir meg di hand</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Auger så kjære og trygge</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Med blomar i håret og silke som band</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Her skal vi venskapet bygge</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Freden&nbsp;skal finnast&nbsp;frå bergsvae stup</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Stiar så bratte og smale</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Klårast vert fargar frå mørket så djup</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Solskin frå vinter og dvale</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-1711330847495812685?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-74632799032021899652012-01-12T11:22:00.010+01:002012-01-25T10:19:10.573+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlyubIC5p_I/Tw6q-FZ4EeI/AAAAAAABwSQ/HwRY8iAUbj4/s1600/P1040485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlyubIC5p_I/Tw6q-FZ4EeI/AAAAAAABwSQ/HwRY8iAUbj4/s640/P1040485.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg har sett&nbsp;du har&nbsp;komme</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg har sett du har gått</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Alle hus&nbsp;står no&nbsp;tomme</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>kvar ein vegg full av&nbsp;mott</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Gjennom&nbsp;åra dei mange</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>du&nbsp;hugsar nok vèl</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>At&nbsp;om&nbsp;tider var trange</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>skein&nbsp;lyset i&nbsp;sel</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Glad&nbsp;vi dansa&nbsp;på bøen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>heile&nbsp;helgane lang</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Sjølve&nbsp;Gud hjelpte grøden</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>i&nbsp;løa med sang</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Gamle&nbsp;tider&nbsp;har svunne</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>dei kjem aldri meir&nbsp;att</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Har du lukka&nbsp;di funne</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>når&nbsp;dag går mot natt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar </span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-7463279903202189965?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-12369017581492300962012-01-11T12:37:00.002+01:002012-01-11T12:45:35.249+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioM2fdqs6E0/Tw1x0Yax-rI/AAAAAAABwR4/ecCMv7CyCSM/s1600/Tindar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230px" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioM2fdqs6E0/Tw1x0Yax-rI/AAAAAAABwR4/ecCMv7CyCSM/s640/Tindar.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kveldsola kjælar dei furete kjakar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Susar frå&nbsp;fjella som tonar frå Shakar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Mørket&nbsp;det&nbsp;gjallar ved hamrar og stup</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Huldra syng songar&nbsp;frå fossar og djup</em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg veit kven du er du gjorde meg glad</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg vårar kan sjå på rekke og rad</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Daggryet&nbsp;fann meg&nbsp;langt&nbsp;ut i det blå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>So kvila eg kan og sjelsroa få</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det skin i frå lysa av menneskehender</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tanken til ho&nbsp;som er&nbsp;heime eg sender</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Æva syng songar av kvilefri vind</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>So venast du smiler&nbsp;frå Blåheim og tind</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-1236901758149230096?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-8347809845180024182012-01-10T11:18:00.001+01:002012-01-10T12:14:46.817+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3gqaxOiYgU/TwwQTQUyqaI/AAAAAAABwRw/Ff1Nahwuap4/s1600/Veden+i+fjor.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3gqaxOiYgU/TwwQTQUyqaI/AAAAAAABwRw/Ff1Nahwuap4/s640/Veden+i+fjor.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Er takksam for&nbsp;veden&nbsp;eg&nbsp;handla&nbsp;i fjor</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>står tørka og turr i min kjellar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Den varmar meg godt etter kulde og spor</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>frå snødjupe hamrar og svellar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ein kubbe er saga og lagt i ei lad</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>med kjærleik og von i ein alen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg sit her og tenkjer at jau er eg glad</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>det ljoma frå saga i dalen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Men lada er skrumpa i vinterens famn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>som åra frå livet eg andar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Lik vener som&nbsp;møtte si fullbyrda hamn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>brenn&nbsp;elden frå tanken&nbsp;eg landar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ei skie brenn ut som ein balstyrig vår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>som truffen av piler frå Amor</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Og oska ligg att som ei spire for kår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>til trillande latter av humor</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Men vinden tek røyken og fører til sky</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>og borte er hugteke hjarte</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kjenn lukta av våren den osar på ny</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>til tankane frie&nbsp;og bjarte</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar </span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-834780984518002418?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-36022886761705623852012-01-09T12:49:00.006+01:002012-01-10T10:49:01.345+01:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLV1zAs60hU/TwrPl7qendI/AAAAAAABwP8/c7h_NyiM8-0/s1600/Stjernekikkaren.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLV1zAs60hU/TwrPl7qendI/AAAAAAABwP8/c7h_NyiM8-0/s640/Stjernekikkaren.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Siger er kjelde til livnad og&nbsp;lyst</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fjella står&nbsp;vakre frå&nbsp;bygder til kyst</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Lysande&nbsp;nakne&nbsp;til&nbsp;glede og trøst</em></strong></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tralla&nbsp;din tanke&nbsp;av innarste røst</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Liding&nbsp;er læring du&nbsp;gladeleg vinn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Songar i hjarta dei hamrar&nbsp;ditt sinn</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Draumar er&nbsp;løynde i barndomens fjell</em></strong></span></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Minnene lyser når liv er på hell</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Skinande skyhimlar&nbsp;venskapen ler</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Himmelvend småguten sigeren ser</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Skjelvande blodstraumar hjarteleg slår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fyrige livsdraumar kjærleiken får</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-3602288676170562385?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-42844682862582921712012-01-06T13:52:00.000+01:002012-01-06T13:52:45.181+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-POXXcRh-4v4/TwbmUpCvHBI/AAAAAAABwN0/Rjk1yO_sVKc/s1600/Alder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-POXXcRh-4v4/TwbmUpCvHBI/AAAAAAABwN0/Rjk1yO_sVKc/s640/Alder.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em></em></strong></span>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kjære vene guten min kvifor veksa fort</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Endå har du dagen din til du reiser bort</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ditt vakre smil er alt for meg&nbsp;du lyser på min veg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kan nokon kveikja stjerner når du reiser&nbsp;vekk frå meg</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kjære vene guten min kvifor veksa fort</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Sola renn i livet ditt for andre vert ho kort</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Di varme hand skal halda mi når dagen er forbi</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I&nbsp;soloppgang går båten&nbsp;min&nbsp;ei ferd til evig tid</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span></div><div class="post-footer"><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span class="post-comment-link"></span><span class="post-icons"><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-669395066"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7149444749434556284&amp;postID=8379591999287547729&amp;from=pencil" title="Rediger innlegg"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><img alt="" class="icon-action" height="18px" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/icon18_edit_allbkg.gif" width="18px" /></span><span style="color: #ffa183;"> </span></a></span></span></div><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"></div><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-4284468286258292171?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-71379421635766306862012-01-05T15:22:00.001+01:002012-01-05T15:23:19.895+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wVrv-rKmEts/TwWwG3saVmI/AAAAAAABwNs/cRyGcAIHBSU/s1600/P1090436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wVrv-rKmEts/TwWwG3saVmI/AAAAAAABwNs/cRyGcAIHBSU/s640/P1090436.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du rir over hav i flammar frå vest</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>du roser av lyst</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du tankane&nbsp;sender til stjerner og fest</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>med kvinner og bryst</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Dag vart til natt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Min dyrbare skatt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fann&nbsp;eldstråla di</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>til&nbsp;gråbleike mi</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Med nåde&nbsp;frå Gud</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>og brennande hud</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-7137942163576630686?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-10465187035901080892012-01-04T10:14:00.013+01:002012-01-10T10:14:44.663+01:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uTeZG_7ZXc/TwwBfIMN-dI/AAAAAAABwRg/XY1wiH1bBoM/s1600/Blod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uTeZG_7ZXc/TwwBfIMN-dI/AAAAAAABwRg/XY1wiH1bBoM/s640/Blod.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kveldar og kvinne fell ofte i minne</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Bølgene susar&nbsp;av sang</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Syna&nbsp;i sinnet&nbsp;gjer tankane linne</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Borte er du&nbsp;frå mitt fang</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Stunder&nbsp;som denne treng levast i live</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Smilet&nbsp;rundt munnen&nbsp;di dør</em></strong></span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Toppar dei lyser for atter å klive</em></strong></span> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Himmelske blånar&nbsp;du&nbsp;blør</em></strong></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Skyer vil segle&nbsp;på himmelen blå</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Sandkorn i fjæra&nbsp;ligg att</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Sirleg&nbsp;i steinar står namnet ditt då</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Lyser kvar evige natt</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Livet eg åtte var alt som var mitt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Einsam eg stille flaut vekk</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Gleda ho levde i nygrøne skritt</em></strong></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Nake ligg skalet&nbsp;eg fekk</em></strong></span> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-1046518703590108089?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-43977646308237504012012-01-02T12:33:00.008+01:002012-01-10T10:15:31.081+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VySquAEuluc/TwwBqv4qJ2I/AAAAAAABwRo/HR3xyPRrVOI/s1600/Br%25C3%25B8r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VySquAEuluc/TwwBqv4qJ2I/AAAAAAABwRo/HR3xyPRrVOI/s640/Br%25C3%25B8r.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Her vart vi&nbsp;fødde blant solrike dalar</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Stødig&nbsp;står du&nbsp;kjære bror</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Håra dei&nbsp;grånar&nbsp;og ei har vi kvalar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Aldri&nbsp;sa du&nbsp;arge </em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>ord</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du&nbsp;smiler&nbsp;di lukke&nbsp;når vèret&nbsp;er kaldt</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Augene&nbsp;lyser&nbsp;til meg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Når livsmotet minkar og livet&nbsp;blir halt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kreftene&nbsp;smittar frå deg</em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Vi syngja&nbsp;til våren&nbsp;skal&nbsp;lystige viser</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Jenter og&nbsp;sødme som rår</em></strong></span></em></strong></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Vinteren&nbsp;strålar&nbsp;av liv utan liser</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Lyngen skal bløma mot vår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Når dag går mot natt&nbsp;til&nbsp;mi&nbsp;einsame fær</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Rekker du kjærleg&nbsp;di hand</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>For ingen i livet&nbsp;kjem kjærare nær&nbsp;</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ingen kan bryte&nbsp;vårt&nbsp;band</em></strong></span> </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-4397764630823750401?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-58574932536389306022011-12-28T13:03:00.010+01:002011-12-28T20:04:30.076+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8gi6kMC6nq0/TvtmaetsMwI/AAAAAAABwGw/D8vdKsa5C3Q/s1600/P1110077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="366" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8gi6kMC6nq0/TvtmaetsMwI/AAAAAAABwGw/D8vdKsa5C3Q/s640/P1110077.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Det lyser frå vakker ei råme</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Eit nyttår skal atter&nbsp;no kome</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Med latter og song i&nbsp;frå stover</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>og nokon som truskapen lover</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b><i></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Ei dronning frå ovan&nbsp;oss vakar</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Den&nbsp;einsame tause deltakar</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>I steinar står skrifta for mange</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>ja&nbsp;tida tek alle til fange</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b><i></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Du hjarta av sola&nbsp;meg frelsar </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Du nyfødd og frisk her oss helsar </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Eit elskande&nbsp;sinn ved mi side</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>til himmelens stjerner&nbsp;eg ride</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b><i></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Det kimar i fjella av gaman</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Eit fjordfolk&nbsp;er glade i saman</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Ein hyllest&nbsp;til bygda&nbsp;eg sender</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">til kjærleik og varmande hender</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-5857493253638930602?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-48549635548422756282011-12-27T12:31:00.000+01:002011-12-27T12:31:54.776+01:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mq1AU4gLmvw/TvmsPO2C36I/AAAAAAABwFo/h5_KAnVbR3c/s1600/P1090711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mq1AU4gLmvw/TvmsPO2C36I/AAAAAAABwFo/h5_KAnVbR3c/s640/P1090711.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg ser inn i harme&nbsp;og nederlag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>til&nbsp;siger mot mørket&nbsp;og bunadslag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Om&nbsp;stormar i sinn og sjeler som spring</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>frå heimar&nbsp;i skodde&nbsp;til dansar i ring</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Leve i pinsle har dagleg sin pris </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>av&nbsp;livet du aldri blir retteleg vis</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Dagen er no&nbsp;den kjem aldri meir att</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>så spring ut&nbsp;i lyset&nbsp;frå ramsvarte natt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Hatet&nbsp;kan aldri&nbsp;la&nbsp;kvelsinnet fare</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Naget for&nbsp;trua&nbsp;er&nbsp;strupande snare</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Bota&nbsp;er&nbsp;jamnleg ei vandrande dyd</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Sorga blir omsorg&nbsp;av&nbsp;innarste pryd</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kast narren på dør han har mora seg nok</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>slepp ånda di fri&nbsp;vend om på ditt lokk</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Skjenk&nbsp;trillande&nbsp;latter til alle dei andre</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>som&nbsp;nakne&nbsp;i myra står&nbsp;skjelvande&nbsp;tandre</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-4854963554842275628?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-35465903540435448822011-12-23T09:38:00.001+01:002011-12-23T10:02:46.461+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2626pJW1Kok/TvQ72ExV6bI/AAAAAAABv-g/k7APCPA5O8A/s1600/Laust+og+fast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2626pJW1Kok/TvQ72ExV6bI/AAAAAAABv-g/k7APCPA5O8A/s640/Laust+og+fast.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg treng ikkje rope frå høge toppar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg treng ikkje seie det andre har sagt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fri som ein hare eg veit kvar eg hoppar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fri er min tanke mitt spor har eg lagt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg treng ikkje leva i store byar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg treng ikkje tala i munnen din</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fri er min skjebne eg treng ingen vyar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fri har du laga mi tid til min vin</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-3546590354043544882?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-23677936473056112702011-12-22T15:41:00.001+01:002011-12-23T10:05:58.978+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZx8YVHQI-A/TvNBavB9V3I/AAAAAAABv-Q/NcF-2gSHniI/s1600/Tid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZx8YVHQI-A/TvNBavB9V3I/AAAAAAABv-Q/NcF-2gSHniI/s640/Tid.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fridom løynd i&nbsp;snø&nbsp;av englar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Året veks frå nye stenglar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Vandre rundt&nbsp;i jomfru land</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tanken fri&nbsp;og utan band</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tonar renn så fritt i øyrer</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Minner fell som lette fjøyrer</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>God var dagen min i går</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Livet gir meg nye år</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Have you ever seen the rain</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Rullar stadig through my brain</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Gløymt er regnet&nbsp;frå i fjor</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Gullforgylt ligg&nbsp;nye spor</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Snart snur sola sa han far</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Knips i tid og ny sigar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Søk di lukke&nbsp;dagen lang</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>snart syng borna salmesang</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-2367793647305611270?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-2903618107563776642011-12-22T09:39:00.002+01:002011-12-22T14:44:10.515+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6n3ROH-w_k/TvLpY8Wl4aI/AAAAAAABv-E/Bbz4LwJB3IU/s1600/Varm+i+lag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6n3ROH-w_k/TvLpY8Wl4aI/AAAAAAABv-E/Bbz4LwJB3IU/s640/Varm+i+lag.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Stig mi sol fram i dag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fri og frank&nbsp;av&nbsp;blå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Hand og hand oss i lag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ut av morgon&nbsp;grå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Dra min pust&nbsp;frå mitt&nbsp;djup</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Sinnet fri&nbsp;av frykt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fast eg står&nbsp;på eit stup</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Lyset rann frå&nbsp;stygt</em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tid står still&nbsp;frå ditt blikk</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Barndomen&nbsp;eg ser</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Blod&nbsp;gir liv som eg drikk</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Varmen din du gjer</em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Lys min veg ut mot hav</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Syng som vinden&nbsp;fri</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Senk min kropp i di grav</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eitt er vi&nbsp;i tid</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-290361810756377664?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-9065409262813216642011-12-21T12:58:00.018+01:002011-12-22T09:21:56.934+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgwmczsGXMg/TvHJgBCL7yI/AAAAAAABv9c/CH7Z9r02pNg/s1600/Den+raue+staua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgwmczsGXMg/TvHJgBCL7yI/AAAAAAABv9c/CH7Z9r02pNg/s640/Den+raue+staua.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Den&nbsp;vesle gamle&nbsp;kona lèt stille dører att</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>då&nbsp;kalde vindar&nbsp;susar og lyset svinn mot natt</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Ho svunne tider tenkjer&nbsp;til heimsyn&nbsp;stunda om</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>og gløtter bort på bilda i mørke ringe rom</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b><i></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Det flakkar&nbsp;lys or glaset ho faldar hender små</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>for takksemd liv i gåve og&nbsp;ungar vaks&nbsp;der frå</i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Ho&nbsp;skodar&nbsp;fjella&nbsp;kvite&nbsp;dei vinkar&nbsp;helsing pur</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>&nbsp;til endes går no&nbsp;reisa&nbsp;dit skrukne gråe bur</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><b><i></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><i>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</i></b></span></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-906540926281321664?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-6487004002384186802011-12-20T11:16:00.003+01:002011-12-20T11:25:17.043+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTXeikxVcio/TvBgFy1es5I/AAAAAAABv9U/-WRPW2nfzfk/s1600/P1200496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTXeikxVcio/TvBgFy1es5I/AAAAAAABv9U/-WRPW2nfzfk/s640/P1200496.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Velkomen&nbsp;til deg&nbsp;du blendande frille</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Min jubalong lyer som muntraste trille</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det kvitaste pudder Vår Herre&nbsp;han sende</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>som Englar&nbsp;kan glede&nbsp;og&nbsp;vinteren blende</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Briljant er&nbsp;stunda for&nbsp;fjellheimens bukkar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Strålande auger seg opnar og lukkar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Dans med meg kjære kjenn musklane sprenge</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>til&nbsp;Songar frå lyset&nbsp;som&nbsp;svartlynne stenge</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-648700400238418680?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-7835396151847186292011-12-19T15:42:00.002+01:002011-12-20T09:44:05.351+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NRzcojTsBc/Tu9NHn9DDGI/AAAAAAABv9M/1mlQvuwWTn4/s1600/fjell_is.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="326px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NRzcojTsBc/Tu9NHn9DDGI/AAAAAAABv9M/1mlQvuwWTn4/s640/fjell_is.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Livet det bølgjer&nbsp;fram og tilbake</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Sørgjer i suppe og feirar i kake</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Iskalde feilsteg skyt knivar i mage</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Hinmannen gøyr som ein pest og ei plage</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kulden den gufsar kring øyrer av stein</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fjerne er minna om sist då du flein</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ramsvart er&nbsp;ropet&nbsp;til kvar&nbsp;er du sol</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Helheimen lokkar&nbsp;no fram&nbsp;under jol</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kven kan deg hjelpa&nbsp;og koma på kjøl</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Når livet ligg drukna&nbsp;så mørkt i ein&nbsp;pøl</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Hald fast i&nbsp;den handa som lyser av dag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>for livet det løftar seg etter eit slag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-783539615184718629?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-7350608641517419102011-12-19T09:41:00.002+01:002011-12-19T09:53:44.791+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25cfcOVc9NU/Tu74ggE71tI/AAAAAAABv9E/0jCt0p_NRJk/s1600/P1190616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25cfcOVc9NU/Tu74ggE71tI/AAAAAAABv9E/0jCt0p_NRJk/s640/P1190616.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Isandande kulde som frostrøyk&nbsp;frå huset</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Dirrande liten åleine frå ruset</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Skjelvande redd av sin eigen skugge</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Aldri sku` teke den siste mugge</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Milevis vekke ligg dufta&nbsp;på puta</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Isen er skrudd&nbsp;til rundt denne skuta</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Orda har brent seg i senga som stein</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Raude er auger frå tankar han grein</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kvar er varmen du kjende i fjor</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tryggleiken var som&nbsp;hjå eiga&nbsp;mor</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Einsam&nbsp;i verda du&nbsp;angstfull står att</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Redd for deg sjølv&nbsp;og så liten og matt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Varme kan gløda frå kulde som venn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Solfylte strender gjev livskåte renn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Livet kan lengjast om tanken du trur</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>at</em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>&nbsp;Lyset der ute er salig ei&nbsp;brur</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Venskap og vener&nbsp;dei kjem og dei går</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Minner om gleder og attgrodde sår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kulde gir varme&nbsp;til vårbekkar små</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Straks&nbsp;sildrar sødme om håra er grå</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-735060864151741910?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-12845297026435850522011-12-16T10:21:00.000+01:002011-12-16T10:21:39.750+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CEAfjXX-K2U/TusIM6O5gRI/AAAAAAABv5o/WUgR3YvO_JI/s1600/Du+og+eg+no+og+d%25C3%25A5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CEAfjXX-K2U/TusIM6O5gRI/AAAAAAABv5o/WUgR3YvO_JI/s640/Du+og+eg+no+og+d%25C3%25A5.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tida står stille med himmel som tak</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Borte er&nbsp;krava og maset der bak</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Draumen i går vart til&nbsp;livet i dag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Herren har laga&nbsp;så festleg eit&nbsp;lag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ligge på ryggen i snøen som duk</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kike&nbsp;frå jorda&nbsp;mot sola så mjuk</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Inne og ute&nbsp;går verda i&nbsp;sving</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Orda er talte men tankane spring</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Mannen i månen sit her no så glad</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fortid og notid&nbsp;er smelta i lad</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Er du så var du i tid og i rom</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Vinter til sommar frå istid til flom</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span></em></strong>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-1284529702643585052?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-67351888010017417602011-12-15T12:58:00.001+01:002011-12-15T13:00:53.127+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_qhCHQIp9c/TungBKo81bI/AAAAAAABv5c/r5REgReoxAg/s1600/P1180743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_qhCHQIp9c/TungBKo81bI/AAAAAAABv5c/r5REgReoxAg/s640/P1180743.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Trøtt&nbsp;eg treng kvila</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tungt å sku` smila</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ynskjer&nbsp;go natt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kjær&nbsp;du min skatt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>God var&nbsp;den dagen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kjærleik i magen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ordet var mitt</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Blonder var ditt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Morgon&nbsp;i senga</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tonar som fenga</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Klemmar&nbsp;på kinn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kjærasten min</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6735188801001741760?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-26981365295333929732011-12-15T11:00:00.001+01:002011-12-15T13:26:57.012+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-diO-QTffsCw/TunDPAMilAI/AAAAAAABv5E/Ac2FcmVj6vU/s1600/P1260237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-diO-QTffsCw/TunDPAMilAI/AAAAAAABv5E/Ac2FcmVj6vU/s640/P1260237.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Min time er her</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Forstanden dør</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Galskapen lever</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ufullkomen</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>eg er</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du skin for meg eit bèl</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Blir borte</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Som meg</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I&nbsp;trivsel </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>i hèl</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar&nbsp;</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-2698136529533392973?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-60767895950128583092011-12-15T10:49:00.000+01:002011-12-15T10:49:22.867+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0mbEIxyjwo/TunCgOTpM1I/AAAAAAABv48/CdGp8ab4AmM/s1600/Stille+fest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0mbEIxyjwo/TunCgOTpM1I/AAAAAAABv48/CdGp8ab4AmM/s640/Stille+fest.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><strong>Sjå dansen&nbsp;frå møyer i solgrye kveik</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><strong>den&nbsp;glitrar av glede i&nbsp;fredfulle leik</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><strong>Dei&nbsp;aldri&nbsp;finn varme&nbsp;frå&nbsp;solrike dag</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><strong>Ei snømøy og kulde dei trivast i lag</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><strong>Sjå lyset av morgon frå blåkvite draum</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><strong>med strålar frå æva i solglade flaum</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><strong>Av&nbsp;skuggar så lange til oppreidde seng</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><strong>Ein solfest ved solsnu i mjukast sateng</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto&nbsp; G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6076789595012858309?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-39771084224653431712011-12-13T10:01:00.002+01:002011-12-14T14:55:17.442+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s8DKZNLOrgg/TucH4rmlD3I/AAAAAAABv3w/kIn7vXwmMwk/s1600/P1200784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s8DKZNLOrgg/TucH4rmlD3I/AAAAAAABv3w/kIn7vXwmMwk/s640/P1200784.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Det smiler ein olding med håret i kvitt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Han skodar med lengsel mot æva så blidt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Frå auger det strålar ein ungdommens eld</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>med&nbsp;jublande røyster frå morgon til kveld</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ein ven har nyst sovna frå vinterens fryd</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Frå senga det strålar&nbsp;av stålkald ein&nbsp;pryd</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I&nbsp;draumar ligg håpet av sølvblåe glans</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ho samlar på krafta til vårkåt ein dans</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Frå&nbsp;djupet&nbsp;i stilla syng vindane kjær</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ei kviskring ved kjaken eit pust av begjær</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Den gamle ser perler i islagt natur</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du vinter i livet er venleik så pur</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-3977108422465343171?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-420749385873708502011-12-12T14:19:00.006+01:002011-12-14T15:00:21.362+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzXmxhyoObY/TuXuLNQz0uI/AAAAAAABv3o/NKmsA_g9lhc/s1600/P1190619-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzXmxhyoObY/TuXuLNQz0uI/AAAAAAABv3o/NKmsA_g9lhc/s640/P1190619-1.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Natta er mi eg dansar på blåne</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Takksam eg hyller ein skinande måne</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Hjarta det hamrar av lyster i kulde</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kjærleiken blømer i tankane dulde</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Synet det brenn ut av&nbsp;pumpande glede</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Varme går tankar til jenta der nede</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Former kompakte&nbsp;for drøymande mann</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Mørket&nbsp;gir næring&nbsp;til gleder så sann</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tusen av steinar dei&nbsp;glimrar i bogar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Gløden i månen&nbsp;gir draumar og logar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Frosne&nbsp;er fingrar og tærne dei gret</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Draumane&nbsp;varme&nbsp;frå dagar&nbsp;med slet</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-42074938587370850?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-19932453694237419192011-12-09T11:53:00.003+01:002011-12-14T15:01:07.468+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyMitezut9Y/TuHSFR2gsYI/AAAAAAABvyY/lXKg9h3ltFk/s1600/P1200643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyMitezut9Y/TuHSFR2gsYI/AAAAAAABvyY/lXKg9h3ltFk/s640/P1200643.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du&nbsp;strålande solrike glede</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Festkledd i&nbsp;skimrande klede</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Blonder rundt midje og nakke</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Stilig og smakfull ei jakke</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Bein som ei reinrasa mynde</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Aldri&nbsp;eg såg&nbsp;slikt eit ynde</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Glede i auger så vene</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Fjellstøtt står du på di scene</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Varsamt eg søkjer di famn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kviskrar&nbsp;så&nbsp;stille ditt namn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Hjarta mitt&nbsp;dunkar av bulder</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du er&nbsp;mi&nbsp;livsens hulder</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-1993245369423741919?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-29963709594446095272011-12-08T14:40:00.002+01:002011-12-14T15:02:38.652+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlX2SQ-ETAQ/TuC61i_0hNI/AAAAAAABvyQ/ZvypIdYgwtc/s1600/P1180997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlX2SQ-ETAQ/TuC61i_0hNI/AAAAAAABvyQ/ZvypIdYgwtc/s640/P1180997.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du nye dag ligg&nbsp;klar for meg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg vaknar frå min svevn til deg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eit under skjer i tanken min</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>å&nbsp;leve slik i pakt med din</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du nye dag som&nbsp;lyser sti</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg finne vil min veg så fri</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Vi vandrar stilt i evig tru</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>i&nbsp;saman til den siste bru</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg takkar deg mitt lys i dag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I stjerner ser eg velbehag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>For natta er ein livsens venn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>eg&nbsp;kvile&nbsp;vil&nbsp;med deg igjen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-2996370959444609527?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-48753082912932984972011-12-07T11:48:00.003+01:002011-12-14T15:03:24.940+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBr4g5bNnZA/Tt8syx_SIAI/AAAAAAABvw4/oLz6eG7azK4/s1600/Fandens+andedrag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBr4g5bNnZA/Tt8syx_SIAI/AAAAAAABvw4/oLz6eG7azK4/s640/Fandens+andedrag.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ditt landskap&nbsp;har svunne frå vårdagens sødme</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kulden han brenn som frå helvetes rødme</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kald vart di skulder av frådande sinne</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I&nbsp;glashus&nbsp;går tankar til&nbsp;fastfrose minne</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Di nattro&nbsp;har storkna&nbsp;av timane vakne</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Vegar ligg&nbsp;skjulte i morningar nakne</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Knoklane&nbsp;skakar og blodstraumen minkar</em></strong></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Frå&nbsp;kalde adjø ser du himmelen vinkar</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Sjå livet skal veksa or hjarta av is</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kjenn&nbsp;pusten av dagar&nbsp;som paradis</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Varmen og lyset frå augo skal gløde</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kulden og mørket&nbsp;fell&nbsp;sakte til døde</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Bjart lyser fjella av gullgylte roser</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Varleg trø berrføtt på grønvætte moser</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Tanken sett fri frå&nbsp;sitt isande band</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Kjærleg&nbsp;er du&nbsp;i mitt venlege land</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar+</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-4875308291293298497?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-35767543524436701412011-12-05T13:26:00.006+01:002011-12-14T15:04:08.679+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nT6YTJ6bGWA/Tty1pJHCZrI/AAAAAAABvwM/qMSL5estfN0/s1600/Glitrande+auger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="360px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nT6YTJ6bGWA/Tty1pJHCZrI/AAAAAAABvwM/qMSL5estfN0/s640/Glitrande+auger.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg ser inn i lengsel i auger&nbsp;hjå deg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>til&nbsp;fryden&nbsp;du bivrar i tankar&nbsp;for meg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du glitrar av solskinn om blikket er svart</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>og&nbsp;føl mine tankar eg ser no så klart</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du&nbsp;lystig&nbsp;kan danse&nbsp;for vinterens prakt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>du&nbsp;held meg i handa&nbsp;i tangoens takt</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Mi&nbsp;bjartaste hulder&nbsp;i favnen&nbsp;så varm</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>&nbsp;du frosten&nbsp;kan tine&nbsp;med brennande barm</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Stolt som ei dronning du kneisar i tid </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>aldri&nbsp;med vondskap, men fast like blid</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Rak står du ryggfast med&nbsp;lyster i brann</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>skin&nbsp;du mi&nbsp;dronning for audmjuke mann</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-3576754352443670141?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-79012821716492417202011-12-02T10:15:00.004+01:002011-12-14T15:04:59.846+01:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pht_NkdAKIU/TtiLNCHj_qI/AAAAAAABvsc/9S_luHeXmhU/s1600/P1010058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="258px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pht_NkdAKIU/TtiLNCHj_qI/AAAAAAABvsc/9S_luHeXmhU/s640/P1010058.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I fjell på apostelens hestar </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>der stilla og einsemda rår</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du aldri åleine ser dagen </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>det yrar av liv kvar du går</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Så venleg er livet du møter </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>at gleda veks fram i di sjel</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Du ser ho der borte i dalen </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>ho vil deg så inderleg vèl</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg traff ho her seinast om dagen </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>ho skein meg i møtes så blid</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Og sjølv om ein djevel sprang langføtt </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>til sides av meg og forbi</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Han kunne ei varmen&nbsp;bort taka</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>eg fann&nbsp;på den himmelske nut</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ja&nbsp;krafta eg fekk i dei auga</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>dei merkte ein&nbsp;livfulle gut</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg ser no at dagen er løyndom </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>som veks i dei daglege spor</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Og ho som ligg gøymd bort i dalen </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>ho&nbsp;er som mi evige mor</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>For alle oss leande vare </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>som blunkar til livet kvar dag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg&nbsp;finn deg så skinande&nbsp;vakker </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>som svanene&nbsp;utan bedrag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-7901282171649241720?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-31528164994360935872011-12-01T09:01:00.005+01:002011-12-14T15:07:16.197+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMdXqSQt7vw/TtcjP8kiS7I/AAAAAAABvrw/KXUbAicdORs/s1600/071220080009XSjk85L2cCGyInbWWd.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="426px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMdXqSQt7vw/TtcjP8kiS7I/AAAAAAABvrw/KXUbAicdORs/s640/071220080009XSjk85L2cCGyInbWWd.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg er i grunnen blid og ty</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Plystrar&nbsp;songar&nbsp;høgt i sky</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Vandrar rundt på livets veg</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Lyset brenn i kvart eit steg</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg såg ein engel her ein dag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eit sus frå æva kvad eit slag</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>På himlen&nbsp;sprang eit stjerneblikk</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>eg kjende&nbsp;det som søt musikk</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ein munn&nbsp;av roser bivra lett</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg fall i stavar rett og slett</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Lyster&nbsp;i mi sjel tok form</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>av&nbsp;damebryster seng og orm</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg lukka auga&nbsp;fast ei stund</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Og kanskje dorma eg ein blund</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Så kviskra vinden&nbsp;ømt mitt kinn</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>som lepper&nbsp;kjælne&nbsp;tanken vinn</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I&nbsp;sjuand` himmel var eg no</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>av&nbsp;freisting skrømt og heta blod</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Og knapt eg kjende att min sti</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>for stjerner lyste kvar ei li</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Eg&nbsp;kallar fram&nbsp;det minne&nbsp;lys</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>det&nbsp;varmar hugen når eg&nbsp;frys</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ja ingen gir slikt velbehag</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>som draumar sanne i min dag</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-3152816499436093587?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-18499660838595172532011-11-30T10:26:00.001+01:002011-11-30T10:44:38.037+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6J9cxBy7OO4/TtX6-MD26HI/AAAAAAABvrY/bMTlKliT1Rg/s1600/071220080047rJI3Xv2MCX4qvBGEwh.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="318px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6J9cxBy7OO4/TtX6-MD26HI/AAAAAAABvrY/bMTlKliT1Rg/s640/071220080047rJI3Xv2MCX4qvBGEwh.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Livet er glede&nbsp;vi har det vi treng</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bli med&nbsp;på leiken&nbsp;og gleder i fleng</div><div style="text-align: center;">Her treng eg ingen i verda å&nbsp;takke</div><div style="text-align: center;">Men eg vil prise mi dunfylte jakke</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bodskapen lyer hent smilet&nbsp;i deg</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lystfylte dagar og livsfriske steg<br />Livsoptimisme frå leikande tankar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Styrke&nbsp;i&nbsp;sinnet&nbsp;høyr hjartet det bankar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-1849966083859517253?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-18822165431829150262011-11-29T11:31:00.000+01:002011-11-29T11:31:16.909+01:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjMFu6g1lh0/TtSrt-apAMI/AAAAAAABvrI/m-7oRGSyh8A/s1600/2257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="480px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjMFu6g1lh0/TtSrt-apAMI/AAAAAAABvrI/m-7oRGSyh8A/s640/2257.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jomfru former sola gyllar</div><div style="text-align: center;">song av&nbsp;engle kor<br />Glade barndom fram vi tryllar</div><div style="text-align: center;">raude&nbsp;kjakars mor</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kjøleg villskap vinter tanke</div><div style="text-align: center;">døden&nbsp;likar spel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vindens sverd drep ark så&nbsp;blanke</div><div style="text-align: center;">mange&nbsp;svelt i hel</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Einsam vandring kuldens makter</div><div style="text-align: center;">skin av gleder kvit</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sinnet er som bruredrakter</div><div style="text-align: center;">Former&nbsp;lyser hit</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mørk og lys er vinterdagen</div><div style="text-align: center;">bru mot haust og vår</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rypeknarr gjev sting i magen</div><div style="text-align: center;">solasnu vi får</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-1882216543182915026?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-87293651935414894852011-11-28T09:22:00.002+01:002011-11-28T09:44:42.819+01:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-DbU-b9CTs/TtM_y-2ayzI/AAAAAAABvrA/9ZmqQfVMUyk/s1600/P1200983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="304px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-DbU-b9CTs/TtM_y-2ayzI/AAAAAAABvrA/9ZmqQfVMUyk/s640/P1200983.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Du skin og skjelv&nbsp;og sølvkveik strålar</div><div style="text-align: center;">mi&nbsp;lengting brenn&nbsp;å sjå deg att</div><div style="text-align: center;">Du landet mitt så&nbsp;storstilt målar</div><div style="text-align: center;">frå morgon rik frå&nbsp;dag til natt</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Du varme gir frå krær og leie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi nattero i drøymeland</div><div style="text-align: center;">Og føter kvild frå lange heie</div><div style="text-align: center;">til dagar&nbsp;kvit til vår og strand</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Du vente vil med ly og minne</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;og gjestebod frå fjern og nær</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eit ynskje om&nbsp;einkvar skal finne</div><div style="text-align: center;">sin rikdom&nbsp;god&nbsp;og&nbsp;dagen kjær</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-8729365193541489485?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-62761196660081295012011-11-25T10:01:00.006+01:002011-11-28T08:51:14.731+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erXmmHwaSSA/Ts9Mmu-LatI/AAAAAAABvqA/9hlxcp5d-MU/s1600/P1200858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="360px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erXmmHwaSSA/Ts9Mmu-LatI/AAAAAAABvqA/9hlxcp5d-MU/s640/P1200858.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Det lir i mot tida då berget av gaver</div><div style="text-align: center;">flotnar frå&nbsp;botnar som gamle kadaver</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ein fråtsar i&nbsp;karbo og ovdrykken sløver</div><div style="text-align: center;">slektskap og vener blir sette på prøver</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mange dei håpar på&nbsp;høgstunder store</div><div style="text-align: center;">somme dei lurer på så kva dei gjorde</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nyåret glødar når&nbsp;kjerring forsvinne</div><div style="text-align: center;">andre har funne seg ny elskerinne</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gleda er stor for dei små kan du skjøne</div><div style="text-align: center;">når skjeggete nissar fortel sine skrøne`</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vise menns&nbsp;sysler er&nbsp;verre for små</div><div style="text-align: center;">i&nbsp;oppdrag dei skoda&nbsp;så&nbsp;høgt&nbsp;i det blå</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Men venen&nbsp;min lyser så klårt i det fjerne</div><div style="text-align: center;">Den skin ut av&nbsp;glede&nbsp;frå livet som stjerne</div><div style="text-align: center;">Han&nbsp;lever&nbsp;av&nbsp;vårar&nbsp;sommar og&nbsp;snø</div><div style="text-align: center;">gir&nbsp;lysande dagar og daglege frø</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6276119666008129501?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-62041963893349519352011-11-23T09:48:00.000+01:002011-11-23T09:48:50.400+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJO5ZgPngg/Tsyq9a32OOI/AAAAAAABvpY/H5-7F6DYas0/s1600/P1090392_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="360px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJO5ZgPngg/Tsyq9a32OOI/AAAAAAABvpY/H5-7F6DYas0/s640/P1090392_1.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Håpet er blått&nbsp;frå lufta det dalar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Løfter du blikk ser du himmelske salar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg&nbsp;lengtar til noko der ute ein stad</div><div style="text-align: center;">Men&nbsp;ei veit&nbsp;eg kva&nbsp;eg er då så glad</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I mørket er segnet at kattar er grå</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ja ingen ser skilnad på fargane då</div><div style="text-align: center;">Når alle er like er livet så lett</div><div style="text-align: center;">Til evige mørke har alle billett</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Det lyser frå byar av lengtande folk</div><div style="text-align: center;">Det knappast er lett å sku`&nbsp;leva som&nbsp;tolk</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kjærleik til livet har evige timar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Håpar eg&nbsp;drøymer når klokkene kimar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ja, kjærleiken er som ein stor karusell</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tårer og sorger når andre har hell</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reiser til lyset kan finne seg to</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alle treng mørket&nbsp;som søkjer til ro</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Du elskar av lyset og natta så god</div><div style="text-align: center;">Som pumpar av glede og brusar av blod</div><div style="text-align: center;">Send lukke til folket der ute i kveld</div><div style="text-align: center;">I kampen mot kulde og logande eld</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6204196389334951935?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-1281321136461633472011-11-17T15:04:00.000+01:002011-11-17T15:04:40.511+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Xt8EhVLXDQ/TsUUA2gCLtI/AAAAAAABvm4/NY1i8c0zbZg/s1600/T%25C3%25A5rer+av+stein.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="360px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Xt8EhVLXDQ/TsUUA2gCLtI/AAAAAAABvm4/NY1i8c0zbZg/s640/T%25C3%25A5rer+av+stein.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Som tårer er rusen av svir i granitt</div><div style="text-align: center;">og sprit brenn i syrfylte magar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Og sorgene strøymer i beintøff transitt</div><div style="text-align: center;">mot skjærseld frå heslige dagar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Di uro er tufta på lengselen bort</div><div style="text-align: center;">for atter å hige tilbake</div><div style="text-align: center;">Men dagane ender så skammeleg fort</div><div style="text-align: center;">som skjelvande haustlauva svake</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ein&nbsp;kaldbrann er svøpa frå flykt og pasjon</div><div style="text-align: center;">din styrke i ego treng grine</div><div style="text-align: center;">For isfaklar sloknar på neste stasjon</div><div style="text-align: center;">og sprudlande dagar skal skine</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-128132113646163347?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-77379194753387365702011-11-16T10:51:00.000+01:002011-11-16T10:51:23.663+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JB-OMRXMmY4/TsOFGht6lvI/AAAAAAABvmk/H9ZYnlmH37w/s1600/P1180830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="366px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JB-OMRXMmY4/TsOFGht6lvI/AAAAAAABvmk/H9ZYnlmH37w/s640/P1180830.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Stålbleikt blått og blankt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Du er einsam</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tanken&nbsp;rekk så langt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Svevar tenksam</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Otten svann i lyst</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lengten brusar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tonar spring frå bryst</div><div style="text-align: center;">Livleg susar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Steinvått skymt og svart</div><div style="text-align: center;">Silkedyne</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brått ser du så klart</div><div style="text-align: center;">Himmelsyne</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-7737919475338736570?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-84366935276176777862011-11-10T12:16:00.013+01:002011-11-10T13:47:54.222+01:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2LOc5EZ9mxk/Trua2TprxrI/AAAAAAABvOo/nkx2UnZG4T0/s1600/Stongfjorden_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="364px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2LOc5EZ9mxk/Trua2TprxrI/AAAAAAABvOo/nkx2UnZG4T0/s640/Stongfjorden_1.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eit lys i det fjerne ein brann i mi sjel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Du vinkar&nbsp;frå himmelen blånar og gjel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg smilande&nbsp;kjakar&nbsp;så visseleg&nbsp;ser<br />og&nbsp;tenkjer på vårane&nbsp;håpet og ber</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Eg ynskjer deg kjæraste noble&nbsp;av&nbsp;draum</div><div style="text-align: center;">Du gleda av freden&nbsp;min&nbsp;målande flaum</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vi&nbsp;kvitrar som fuglane endå i lag<br />for ingen kan gje meg&nbsp;så vakker ein dag</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Eg eig deg nok aldri det har eg forstått</div><div style="text-align: center;">Men gleda du sender&nbsp;til meg virkar godt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Min&nbsp;fridom og&nbsp;tanke gir&nbsp;lette i sinn</div><div style="text-align: center;">ein&nbsp;kjærleik til&nbsp;dagen om&nbsp;draumane svinn</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-8436693527617677786?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-14695126401672050362011-11-09T13:55:00.000+01:002011-11-09T13:55:09.269+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQbq2zH056s/Trp4FlykFMI/AAAAAAABvMs/GS6-gD_q8iI/s1600/Finale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQbq2zH056s/Trp4FlykFMI/AAAAAAABvMs/GS6-gD_q8iI/s640/Finale.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Du ebbar ut</div><div style="text-align: center;">Snart er det natt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alt blir svart</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bli ven med mørket</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-1469512640167205036?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-69940052154227922942011-11-08T12:26:00.001+01:002011-11-08T12:42:06.842+01:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZGc9Yaqob8/TrkQPO9A3VI/AAAAAAABvL0/wIK4EuLeMP8/s1600/Evig+flukt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="484px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZGc9Yaqob8/TrkQPO9A3VI/AAAAAAABvL0/wIK4EuLeMP8/s640/Evig+flukt.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Svulmande drifter i demring og glød</div><div style="text-align: center;">håpet og gleda tenner</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mjukt du ligg her i famnen min</div><div style="text-align: center;">kjærleiken stille eg kjenner</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Varsame auger frå måneskinnsnatt</div><div style="text-align: center;">ømme&nbsp;og våte&nbsp;blunkar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tyst eg sansar at vi er eitt</div><div style="text-align: center;">prustande andedrag klunkar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6994005215422792294?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-59087526890194994962011-11-04T09:30:00.001+01:002011-11-04T09:51:17.739+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CN6eFN4eWa8/TrOnekOjViI/AAAAAAABvEQ/UDAppL5nuCc/s1600/Fr%25C3%25A5+grav+til+vogge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CN6eFN4eWa8/TrOnekOjViI/AAAAAAABvEQ/UDAppL5nuCc/s640/Fr%25C3%25A5+grav+til+vogge.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ser englar som dalar lik snøfylte slør</div><div style="text-align: center;">Frå ovan dei lyser av himmelske glør</div><div style="text-align: center;">I einsemd ligg sanning frå trufaste deg</div><div style="text-align: center;">Du varmar i kulde gjev vinteren preg</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I snøen dar dansar ei stemme frå før</div><div style="text-align: center;">Som minner&nbsp;om husa som tomme&nbsp;no dør</div><div style="text-align: center;">I livet og døden er himmelen stor</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg hyller deg kjære mitt livsens amor</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Frå dyna og svevnen set fargane bru</div><div style="text-align: center;">Slik lyset og sevja gir livsmot og tru</div><div style="text-align: center;">I våren ligg minna om vinterleg ro</div><div style="text-align: center;">Av kulde og mørke veks kjærleik og gro</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-5908752689019499496?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-16224969576075639582011-11-03T13:35:00.003+01:002011-11-03T14:30:06.639+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-26ixsBsW4/TrKKUaXo5FI/AAAAAAABvDk/7kvRqRy-QAo/s1600/Adj%25C3%25B8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="398px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-26ixsBsW4/TrKKUaXo5FI/AAAAAAABvDk/7kvRqRy-QAo/s640/Adj%25C3%25B8.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><br />Du skimrande gullgylt der stod</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg gleda i deg fann og lo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stormane sette sitt spor</div><div style="text-align: center;">Borte var lysta i fjor</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Du&nbsp;strena i&nbsp;tårer som rann<br />sinne&nbsp;i skjelvande&nbsp;brann<br />Naken og bleik&nbsp;stod eg att</div><div style="text-align: center;">tankar åleine forlatt</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Livet er haustar og vår</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gleder og&nbsp;bortgøymde sår<br />Andletet skin i dag</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gløymt er vondskap og nag<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-1622496957607563958?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-24164972867019961122011-11-02T13:24:00.008+01:002011-11-03T12:26:54.657+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Akb59FB7Kyc/TrEk4Vt8SmI/AAAAAAABvAw/RFzdCaFtkjQ/s1600/P1200525_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="366px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Akb59FB7Kyc/TrEk4Vt8SmI/AAAAAAABvAw/RFzdCaFtkjQ/s640/P1200525_1.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Frå langt i det fjerne&nbsp;du vinkar til meg</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eit smil kring om munnen eg sender til deg<br />Det dirrer i lepper så raude i lèt </div><div style="text-align: center;">Dei&nbsp;tenner min tanke frå dagar med slèt</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eit lass ut av roser du skjenker mi famn</div><div style="text-align: center;">Men ei får eg&nbsp;høyra&nbsp;du kviskrar&nbsp;ditt namn</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg undrast&nbsp;i&nbsp;kvelding kvar heimen din er<br />Som strålar&nbsp;av varme eg aldri kjem nær<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Så&nbsp;kjært kan eg skoda ein skinande buk</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eit&nbsp;slør kring om skulder av silke så mjuk</div><div style="text-align: center;">Med&nbsp;blomar i håret som flagrar i vind</div><div style="text-align: center;">og&nbsp;blikk ut av eros som gjer meg til blind<br /><br />Min dag er no omme eg lengjer&nbsp;til natt<br />Eg gøymer i hjarta min dyrbare skatt<br />Ho&nbsp;vaknar av mørke når natt går mot dag<br />med minner om kjærleik vi hadde i lag</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-2416497286701996112?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-60847547709000183372011-11-01T09:49:00.007+01:002011-11-02T11:01:07.814+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-845iXnyHjiM/Tq-ydDNwI6I/AAAAAAABu_0/T6qI1hWC_qw/s1600/P1090854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-845iXnyHjiM/Tq-ydDNwI6I/AAAAAAABu_0/T6qI1hWC_qw/s640/P1090854.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">I&nbsp;dagning svarar du ja</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dagen&nbsp;med deg vil eg ha</div><div style="text-align: center;">Døsande vaknar du&nbsp;opp<br />Kjælen&nbsp;med lyster på topp<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ukrenkt&nbsp;ligg du og skin</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tindrande vakker&nbsp;og fin</div><div style="text-align: center;">Æveleg&nbsp;gamal og grå</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lukkeleg&nbsp;visdom å sjå </div><br />Ei&nbsp;fure&nbsp;lyser&nbsp;i dag</div><div style="text-align: center;">Åra gror snare i lag</div><div style="text-align: center;">Auger&nbsp;av&nbsp;klarsyn og&nbsp;mot</div><div style="text-align: center;">Spirer i sinn og i rot</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Min Hebe i alder og vår</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kjærleikens kjelde du rår<br />&nbsp;Flammande kjensler for&nbsp;deg</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gleda du gir på min veg</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6084754770900018337?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-26246212504636522872011-10-28T09:28:00.000+02:002011-10-28T09:28:20.478+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vInZUpBGs4Q/TqpNyu5iuWI/AAAAAAABu94/jVCb2cNSxy0/s1600/P1090919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="364px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vInZUpBGs4Q/TqpNyu5iuWI/AAAAAAABu94/jVCb2cNSxy0/s640/P1090919.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fastgrodd&nbsp;på stupet av utkantens&nbsp;dal</div><div style="text-align: center;">tida den går</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vinter&nbsp;og mørke&nbsp;til solrikets sal</div><div style="text-align: center;">aldri du får</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Strålande aura&nbsp;og auger som skin</div><div style="text-align: center;">pirrar du&nbsp;meg</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg helsar deg blodsbror min lysets rubin</div><div style="text-align: center;">vis meg min veg</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kunstverk av livet står fjellstøtt på topp</div><div style="text-align: center;">lynet det brenn</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ingen deg støter du steinharde kropp</div><div style="text-align: center;">evige&nbsp;venn</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-2624621250463652287?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-67107107233550260162011-10-26T14:43:00.001+02:002011-10-26T15:07:20.098+02:00<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RpB7XFNz6nA/TqgF9HgGsdI/AAAAAAABu74/c9klm_l_e_M/s1600/P1110298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="366px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RpB7XFNz6nA/TqgF9HgGsdI/AAAAAAABu74/c9klm_l_e_M/s640/P1110298.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Varleg&nbsp;tyst så&nbsp;vaknar&nbsp;dagen</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tenner roser på mitt kinn</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stjerner svinn frå himmellògen</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sigersongen dansar inn</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Morgongry gir nye vengjer</div><div style="text-align: center;">Glød for livet solblått smil</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sola skjelv i endeløyse</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tankens hav brenn livets tvil</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dreg&nbsp;deg&nbsp;inn&nbsp;av alle krefter</div><div style="text-align: center;">bjart&nbsp;frå stjerneheimen min</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hav og stjerner tenner&nbsp;gleda <br />dansar lufta søt som vin</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6710710723355026016?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-49825310609695012682011-10-25T09:32:00.000+02:002011-10-25T09:32:35.011+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QUGpezHcfo/TqZj4q16F9I/AAAAAAABu6A/MQacqynWQZs/s1600/P1250967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QUGpezHcfo/TqZj4q16F9I/AAAAAAABu6A/MQacqynWQZs/s640/P1250967.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lyset flammar pirrar tanken</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sydar varme under manken</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dirrar trang&nbsp;der ut i vest</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sol og hav dei er min gjest</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kviler&nbsp;draum i kvar ei sol</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lyset kvervar fram mot jol</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mørkets makter ligg på lur</div><div style="text-align: center;">Åsgårdsreia klar for tur</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Elskar minner timar kvit</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lengtar no til staden dit</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gir&nbsp;meg ro i tankens gang</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kom til meg og kvil i fang</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-4982531060969501268?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-47238353957277340172011-10-24T13:56:00.002+02:002011-10-25T08:55:19.119+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztURVWoKCaI/TqVSACSjAKI/AAAAAAABu38/AFWtCMAiJys/s1600/P1080767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztURVWoKCaI/TqVSACSjAKI/AAAAAAABu38/AFWtCMAiJys/s640/P1080767.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dagar blir korte og mørket sig på</div><div style="text-align: center;">Livet er krig med troll</div><div style="text-align: center;">Møta&nbsp;med fjella eg&nbsp;tenkjer eg må</div><div style="text-align: center;">Duettar i dur og i moll</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Netter er gode&nbsp;for&nbsp;gnisten å sjå</div><div style="text-align: center;">Møda&nbsp;for lys vike skal</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trollet ser sola og rømer her frå</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trallar&nbsp;ein kjærleikens trall</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Ei går eg&nbsp;ville&nbsp;i svarte natt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stjernene&nbsp;lyser veg</div><div style="text-align: center;">Flammande under&nbsp;du livets skatt<br />sola&nbsp;går opp&nbsp;med deg</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-4723835395727734017?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-73581630607249098152011-10-21T12:35:00.000+02:002011-10-21T12:35:14.542+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KTvALmkVqw/TqFJ-3I9uhI/AAAAAAABu1M/VBBq9fXBZts/s1600/SN204746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KTvALmkVqw/TqFJ-3I9uhI/AAAAAAABu1M/VBBq9fXBZts/s640/SN204746.JPG" width="480px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Tenkjer du tanken kva nettopp du gjer</div><div style="text-align: center;">Her nede blant oss&nbsp;som alle deg ser</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kva bilde er du&nbsp;for alle dei andre</div><div style="text-align: center;">Som nøgde ser ut og&nbsp;aldri er tandre</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Du vandrar&nbsp;så rundt i det grøne og blå</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kva&nbsp;ventar der borte korleis vil det gå</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ei skjorte med sjel kan deg mykje fortelje</div><div style="text-align: center;">Han&nbsp;vandra&nbsp;fortapte og gråten sku` selje</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Ver glad i deg sjølv du&nbsp;er ropet min&nbsp;venn</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ja, livet går&nbsp;snøgt det&nbsp;- eit einaste renn</div><div style="text-align: center;">Frie spring&nbsp;gutar på finne og tak</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nygådde stiar er&nbsp;himmelsk ei&nbsp;sak&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-7358163060724909815?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-24693629238976040452011-10-19T09:34:00.005+02:002011-10-21T15:55:10.842+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_CPnplNHtk/Tp5_OAGhvrI/AAAAAAABu1E/v7ycdzvwMW8/s1600/P1110634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_CPnplNHtk/Tp5_OAGhvrI/AAAAAAABu1E/v7ycdzvwMW8/s640/P1110634.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg&nbsp;syng ut mi glede for kvardag og steg<br />for livet og tida du sender til meg</div><div style="text-align: center;">Med&nbsp;styrke i&nbsp;hender&nbsp;så&nbsp;hjarta det smiler<br />fjellufta syng&nbsp;og steinane kviler</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Ei gløtte mot æva i strålande blått</div><div style="text-align: center;">sjå blenkjande&nbsp;trolldom&nbsp;frå flottaste slott</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eit slør ut av skodde&nbsp;gir liv på&nbsp;mi lei</div><div style="text-align: center;">du frostkald&nbsp;i villske ligg&nbsp;kjære mi hei</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Skin du mitt fjell som&nbsp;i tanken meg speglar</div><div style="text-align: center;">sigersymbolet frå mørket eg seglar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Til&nbsp;sola og lyset eg løfter mitt blikk</div><div style="text-align: center;">eit drag ut av ande&nbsp;du heilage drikk</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kobolt, indigo send livskall til alle</div><div style="text-align: center;">Smilande rynker&nbsp;la jubelbrus gjalle</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gleda i verket du laga for oss</div><div style="text-align: center;">Du blunkar tilbake med smil i kvar foss</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-2469362923897604045?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-67890785988553794062011-10-18T08:16:00.001+02:002011-10-21T15:24:11.809+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oLwIvrOZ1Ro/Tp0Zlq_4t0I/AAAAAAABuz4/i2n7Kilq60Q/s1600/Syrjeleg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oLwIvrOZ1Ro/Tp0Zlq_4t0I/AAAAAAABuz4/i2n7Kilq60Q/s640/Syrjeleg.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ho gjekk inn, men kom aldri ut...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kva seier du for noko?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ho gjekk inn, men kom aldri ut...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kvifor det?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brukte livet til å sjå i grut...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6789078598855379406?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-18483223591888293242011-10-14T10:45:00.003+02:002011-10-14T10:53:50.456+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9C4NxO8vXXg/Tpf2jpAs29I/AAAAAAABuu4/9rybfxkt57k/s1600/Blomen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9C4NxO8vXXg/Tpf2jpAs29I/AAAAAAABuu4/9rybfxkt57k/s640/Blomen.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Du sender oss takksemd i mange lag</div><div style="text-align: center;">eit ønskje til deg om ein go`e dag</div><div style="text-align: center;">Om&nbsp;løfter så fromme, truskap og grav</div><div style="text-align: center;">på reisa di snare på livsens hav</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Du siste av gleder frå hagen min</div><div style="text-align: center;">eit&nbsp;år er no omme på turen din</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mørket når aldri til minner og kveik</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kulde gjev varme til vårar og leik</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Ein blome i livet har alle i seg<br />ei glede som&nbsp;bivrar der inne i deg<br />Rop&nbsp;ut&nbsp;ditt ynskje&nbsp;om blomar i sinn</div><div style="text-align: center;">venlege&nbsp;hender og klemmar på kinn</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-1848322359188829324?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-85621334376005503602011-10-12T09:07:00.001+02:002011-10-12T14:01:33.652+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bqWOe8Mh9dQ/TpWBlfzScSI/AAAAAAABurA/EyFte8A84Lc/s1600/P1200119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bqWOe8Mh9dQ/TpWBlfzScSI/AAAAAAABurA/EyFte8A84Lc/s640/P1200119.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hjarta dunkar blod i kok</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kaldt ser du min veg</div><div style="text-align: center;">Livet opa som ei bok</div><div style="text-align: center;">Les du roleg meg</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Varme blånar langt der bak</div><div style="text-align: center;">Styrke søkjer eg</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dyrbar tid på damas tak</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tankane på deg</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-8562133437600550360?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-26099276050083960012011-10-11T10:18:00.001+02:002011-10-11T10:41:45.215+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VGZZK3zVISc/TpQBLIWTSbI/AAAAAAABuqw/HTK7gfYiHB0/s1600/ved+mangevatna_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VGZZK3zVISc/TpQBLIWTSbI/AAAAAAABuqw/HTK7gfYiHB0/s640/ved+mangevatna_2.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Vandre i kunsten av livets årer</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kverva er minna om gamle&nbsp;tårer</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sanning&nbsp;i gleda&nbsp;for&nbsp;lukka i dag</div><div style="text-align: center;">Saman med deg er vi gode i lag</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Elvar av livskraft og nye tankar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Opnar så sløret på døra&nbsp;eg bankar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Klårsynt er&nbsp;dagane ljos for meg</div><div style="text-align: center;">Håpet&nbsp;i livet det fløymer&nbsp;frå deg</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ille&nbsp;veks draumar om&nbsp;elvar dei rører<br />Vener&nbsp;er skapte&nbsp;av&nbsp;opplåste dører</div><div style="text-align: center;">Saman med deg&nbsp;vil eg&nbsp;kjempa i lag</div><div style="text-align: center;">for&nbsp;synet av gleda&nbsp;kvar&nbsp;einaste dag </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-2609927605008396001?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-58709733053821951772011-10-10T10:41:00.000+02:002011-10-10T10:41:23.502+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IhN5XyfLO64/TpKROPb5VBI/AAAAAAABupc/zn1In3peH3M/s1600/Naken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IhN5XyfLO64/TpKROPb5VBI/AAAAAAABupc/zn1In3peH3M/s640/Naken.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Einsleg og naken forlatt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stille gret tårer kvar natt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Varme&nbsp;som ein gong var </div><div style="text-align: center;">Vokster&nbsp;i glede par</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fram&nbsp;eser mørke tider</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kjensler av vrange sider</div><div style="text-align: center;">Frosten treng stendig på<br />Dagen er kald og grå</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Borte&nbsp;er styrken no</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lengsel&nbsp;så varm som&nbsp;glo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Riket står&nbsp;blått og&nbsp;tomt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Saman var liv så fromt</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tankar treng kvila ei stund</div><div style="text-align: center;">Varmen kjem atter i lund</div><div style="text-align: center;">Då skal eg verda visa</div><div style="text-align: center;">Livet&nbsp;er&nbsp;til&nbsp;å prisa</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hender eg&nbsp;finna att</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hjarte&nbsp;min kjære&nbsp;skatt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eldfulle&nbsp;lepper barm<br />Frostnetter smeltar varm<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar-</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-5870973305382195177?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-86457050372894467842011-10-07T09:38:00.000+02:002011-10-07T09:38:34.654+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXvuuapIlRM/To6os5wTmMI/AAAAAAABulw/qSlo7TSbIvw/s1600/silhuett+Toreheia_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXvuuapIlRM/To6os5wTmMI/AAAAAAABulw/qSlo7TSbIvw/s640/silhuett+Toreheia_1.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Blant stjerner og åsar sit eg her i kveld</div><div style="text-align: center;">Takksam og glad over kjærleikens eld</div><div style="text-align: center;">I fridom som skin over landet vi bur</div><div style="text-align: center;">Og lukkeleg fri for eit kvart diktatur</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Der borte spring kvinne med barn på sin arm</div><div style="text-align: center;">I dirrande frykt strøymer&nbsp;redsle frå barm</div><div style="text-align: center;">Glødande bomber brenn himmel til raude</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ungar og gamle fell blodig og daude</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Stundom eg&nbsp;tenkjer du sola vår mor</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lyser du&nbsp;likt for oss alle på jord</div><div style="text-align: center;">Når brødre og søstre av nett same blod</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ligg svoltne og nakne der andre har flod</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ja, livet er rart kan du sende&nbsp;meg meining</div><div style="text-align: center;">Når kloden no snurrar ei nye omdreining</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg tenner&nbsp;mitt lys for ein ven her i natt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Audmjuk og liten sit eg på min knatt</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar+</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-8645705037289446784?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-43111318803843984652011-10-06T09:12:00.001+02:002011-10-06T10:18:30.554+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g2d90ieox1Q/To1G9xPuFCI/AAAAAAABulk/_7jkC8LJCkA/s1600/Eros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g2d90ieox1Q/To1G9xPuFCI/AAAAAAABulk/_7jkC8LJCkA/s640/Eros.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lystene&nbsp;blømer frå kunnskapens tre</div><div style="text-align: center;">kjenslene djupe&nbsp;som&nbsp;sjeldan&nbsp;gir fred</div><div style="text-align: center;">Du elskar ein&nbsp;annan&nbsp;som aldri du får</div><div style="text-align: center;">i&nbsp;fossar av eros og minner om vår</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Du elskar av kroppar som esar av blod</div><div style="text-align: center;">eldhugen eig men tomskap forstod</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alt du har lært og innsikt har vunne</div><div style="text-align: center;">er elddåp og&nbsp;føde som atter har svunne</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Du elskar å elske men vil berre bli</div><div style="text-align: center;">elska av henne som aldri blir di</div><div style="text-align: center;">Du søkjer til livet&nbsp;med&nbsp;sunn harmoni</div><div style="text-align: center;">men&nbsp;dagen du finn er&nbsp;ein moll symfoni</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-4311131880384398465?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-52631857193525018952011-10-05T10:52:00.004+02:002011-10-05T11:16:53.978+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IfPkEdax1aM/TowTL9vIbMI/AAAAAAABulg/z4f-vnLzjto/s1600/SN204279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="416px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IfPkEdax1aM/TowTL9vIbMI/AAAAAAABulg/z4f-vnLzjto/s640/SN204279.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Du skin av gamal årgang</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fargerik og pen</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eit sus av årets avgang</div><div style="text-align: center;">Helsing til ein ven</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg lyer løynde tonar</div><div style="text-align: center;">song av fagre kvad</div><div style="text-align: center;">Om ho som heime sonar</div><div style="text-align: center;">der borte frå ein stad</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lat alle fengsel fare</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lat frie fuglar fly</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kjærleik er ei mare</div><div style="text-align: center;">i&nbsp;lekkjer tung som bly</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg vil deg alltid æra</div><div style="text-align: center;">til dagen min blir svart</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mitt lys du er på færa</div><div style="text-align: center;">brenn&nbsp;i meg&nbsp;så sart</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar </span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-5263185719352501895?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-87321466339080602062011-10-04T12:21:00.003+02:002011-10-05T06:41:00.139+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqs9HNYMUnI/TjEOpQC1SEI/AAAAAAABs6Q/nc60QOz4NU8/s1600/Heimkome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqs9HNYMUnI/TjEOpQC1SEI/AAAAAAABs6Q/nc60QOz4NU8/s640/Heimkome.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Eg sat på min høgaste sesse</div><div style="text-align: center;">med synet til husa ved sjøen</div><div style="text-align: center;">Borte var møya og stresse`</div><div style="text-align: center;">handa så varm i mot snøen</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Det banka som glo i&nbsp;bryste`</div><div style="text-align: center;">og sildra og rann frå panne</div><div style="text-align: center;">I sinnet det brusa av lyste`</div><div style="text-align: center;">så syner eg kunne danne</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg&nbsp;grunda på jenta eg kjende</div><div style="text-align: center;">det rauk frå pipa der nede</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ein tanke til tider eg sende<br />då ho var mi inste glede</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg undra&nbsp;på himmel og jorda<br />på dagar som var så magre</div><div style="text-align: center;">Men brått slapp eg opp for orda</div><div style="text-align: center;">for aldri&nbsp;vart tider så fagre</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I&nbsp;klåra eg såg mot havet<br />til blånar og landskap&nbsp;i æve</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ja&nbsp;dagen i dag er ei gave</div><div style="text-align: center;">eg lever i fjella som greve</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg ropa mitt ekko til berga</div><div style="text-align: center;">i&nbsp;rusen for sjølve live`</div><div style="text-align: center;">Og lysteleg kunne eg sverga</div><div style="text-align: center;">at gleder er til å klive</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg plystra meg heim i trua</div><div style="text-align: center;">mot sola og auger bli`e</div><div style="text-align: center;">På trappa eg møtte frua</div><div style="text-align: center;">som konge frå verda vi`e</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-8732146633908060206?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-60314317754879166562011-10-03T10:49:00.005+02:002011-10-03T10:56:19.175+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBx6nduPT5o/TolpdiuzTII/AAAAAAABuho/H40ehdzpeKA/s1600/Haust.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBx6nduPT5o/TolpdiuzTII/AAAAAAABuho/H40ehdzpeKA/s640/Haust.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><br />Du&nbsp;stend og skin i gamal drakt</div><div style="text-align: center;">stolt og verdig&nbsp;for ei prakt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eit lys på veg&nbsp;til alle dei</div><div style="text-align: center;">som&nbsp;vandrar&nbsp;hit frå lange lei</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Du&nbsp;naken&nbsp;vert i&nbsp;tynne bein</div><div style="text-align: center;">rista vaska&nbsp;ven og rein</div><div style="text-align: center;">Så&nbsp;riv det kulde i di hud</div><div style="text-align: center;">vakker står du kvit&nbsp;som brud</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Når sola vaknar er du klar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sevja sprett&nbsp;som ungdom snar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Godt med kvila vinternatt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kjært kjem våren med sin skatt</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6031431775487916656?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-89466088911381471962011-09-30T10:00:00.003+02:002011-09-30T11:10:39.457+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EazWPolAwNo/ToWHW5QER4I/AAAAAAABuW0/ZjRbv6Rhrhg/s1600/SN204458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="432px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EazWPolAwNo/ToWHW5QER4I/AAAAAAABuW0/ZjRbv6Rhrhg/s640/SN204458.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><br /><br />Lyst saknar ord </div><div style="text-align: center;">Elden ho tenner</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brunt malar jord</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tårer eg kjenner</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Vind stormar kinn</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kjærleik som fløymer</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brenn merker inn</div><div style="text-align: center;">Netter du drøymer</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tekst og foto G.Skaar </span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-8946608891138147196?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-34552591437182297292011-09-29T09:32:00.000+02:002011-09-29T09:32:40.842+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHp0EjIongk/ToMRD3BxjeI/AAAAAAABuWc/s0DwJ2szUZM/s1600/Hud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHp0EjIongk/ToMRD3BxjeI/AAAAAAABuWc/s0DwJ2szUZM/s640/Hud.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Du kviskrar meg godord og søkjer mi hand</div><div align="center">eg tenkjer på&nbsp;ungdomstida</div><div align="center">På reiser og minner&nbsp;frå&nbsp;kvinner og&nbsp;land</div><div align="center">i boka&nbsp;frå første sida</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Av kyssa så ømme kom leiken med hud</div><div align="center">og sjela sprang berrføtt i skogen</div><div align="center">Ja livet det vakna og borte var gud</div><div align="center">då guten&nbsp;traff damer så mogen</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Men sola ho vaknar og ender i hav</div><div align="center">frå skapnad er dagane like</div><div align="center">Eg trivast&nbsp;når stormen tek sola i kav</div><div align="center">om&nbsp;morgon veks&nbsp;kjenslene rike</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Ja lukka og gleda ligg&nbsp;ankra i sinn</div><div align="center">til slutt&nbsp;ligg vi&nbsp;att&nbsp;her&nbsp;åleine</div><div align="center">Om&nbsp;hender er varme&nbsp;då sola forsvinn</div><div align="center">er skjorta av daude reine<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-3455259143718229729?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-73132639320577064072011-09-28T10:49:00.003+02:002011-09-28T10:52:25.659+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe2eMbovxg0/TjECh9jQa-I/AAAAAAABs5k/aCK3dGM1yck/s1600/Fuglen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe2eMbovxg0/TjECh9jQa-I/AAAAAAABs5k/aCK3dGM1yck/s640/Fuglen.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Eg møtte på ferda ein skapning </div><div style="text-align: center;">som&nbsp;skreik ut sin melankoli</div><div style="text-align: center;">Det var når det lei i mot dagning</div><div style="text-align: center;">han skulle til Napoli</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg&nbsp;streikar&nbsp;skreik den sorgtunge</div><div style="text-align: center;">her er då min fødestad</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg er då ein liten fuglunge</div><div style="text-align: center;">og vidda her gjer meg glad</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ingen kan endra på lagnaden sin</div><div style="text-align: center;">det lodd ein har fått i sitt liv</div><div style="text-align: center;">No treng du å&nbsp;leita fram&nbsp;flokken din</div><div style="text-align: center;">for her kjem det&nbsp;kulde som riv</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Han stirde med vemod på andletet mitt</div><div style="text-align: center;">han&nbsp;skjønte kva mil eg var gått</div><div style="text-align: center;">Og heva&nbsp;så trassig nebbet sitt</div><div style="text-align: center;">eg skjønte han hadde forstått</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Til vår kjem du att så vakker og svær</div><div style="text-align: center;">Godt å dra bort ei stund</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg sit nok og ventar i&nbsp;hytta mi&nbsp;her</div><div style="text-align: center;">men sårt eg treng no til ein blund</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Det&nbsp;stråla frå klåra av augene glad<br />og borte var&nbsp;fuglen for godt<br />Stille eg sat og det koldna ei grad</div><div style="text-align: center;">så&nbsp;tusla&nbsp;eg inn i mitt slott</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-7313263932057706407?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-56671870375810969232011-09-27T10:45:00.000+02:002011-09-27T10:45:01.712+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5Jh6fxK4pE/ToF4pHVTelI/AAAAAAABuVo/QqWkmWfZL7U/s1600/SN200197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5Jh6fxK4pE/ToF4pHVTelI/AAAAAAABuVo/QqWkmWfZL7U/s640/SN200197.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Suset av hav&nbsp;og kjærleikens fall</div><div style="text-align: center;">stille er dagane no</div><div style="text-align: center;">Til&nbsp;toppen&nbsp;av høgaste fjellets hall</div><div style="text-align: center;">dit&nbsp;skal eg søkja ro</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liggje&nbsp;på rygg i&nbsp;haustfarga løv</div><div style="text-align: center;">skyene seglar av stad</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tenkje&nbsp;min&nbsp;ven&nbsp;- eg er ikkje støv</div><div style="text-align: center;">berre ein gut så glad</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Søk&nbsp;etter draumar i livets jag</div><div style="text-align: center;">vernar min sirlege port<br />&nbsp;Sandslotta&nbsp;lyser ei&nbsp;stund der i lag</div><div style="text-align: center;">havbåra vaskar dei bort<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar </em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-5667187037581096923?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-81529411403006788192011-09-26T11:13:00.001+02:002011-09-26T11:24:42.254+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zoilqYu63oI/ToBBc7FO6jI/AAAAAAABuVY/SjADk8J3jLM/s1600/SN204302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="352px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zoilqYu63oI/ToBBc7FO6jI/AAAAAAABuVY/SjADk8J3jLM/s640/SN204302.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Det seglar ein båt på livsens å</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sakte han dunkar i solvarmen nå</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bårar er varme&nbsp;for kjølen brusar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vindar er milde på strender susar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Solauget brest i smil av glade</div><div style="text-align: center;">Andedrag linne for oss til stade</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tonar i natta ungdom og&nbsp;lått</div><div style="text-align: center;">Draum om heimar gullskimra slott</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gull er lik mold om hugen er mørk</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tanken til havet gir tårer til tørk</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kjærleik&nbsp;nyt kveiken til eldfanget inn</div><div style="text-align: center;">Himmelen kjæler i solbrende kinn</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-8152941140300678819?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-80908973596856164002011-09-23T15:23:00.000+02:002011-09-23T15:23:13.913+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tpodYUxnWg/Tnxm0CxB7sI/AAAAAAABuRM/e90RMpKbesE/s1600/180920082001cXn5cdgULqYLe91exW.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="442px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tpodYUxnWg/Tnxm0CxB7sI/AAAAAAABuRM/e90RMpKbesE/s640/180920082001cXn5cdgULqYLe91exW.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Eg kysser deg ømt kjære hausten min</div><div align="center">Eg knugar deg fast dyre ven</div><div align="center">Mennesker kjem men dei stendig forsvinn</div><div align="center">Du står her att like pen</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Du skjenker meg honning frå farga skål</div><div align="center">Ser stjerner av himmel og blått</div><div align="center">Vinden syng songar mot æveleg mål</div><div align="center">I kjærleik når andre har gått</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Eit hjarte av stein kan ei fanga lyst</div><div align="center">Ein flamme av håp tenner eld</div><div align="center">Eg aldri vil høyre at du er tyst</div><div align="center">Når tankane går mot kveld</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Mi haustjente&nbsp;seglar med meg i tid</div><div align="center">i kjærleik ei lita stund</div><div align="center">Når&nbsp;sistemann snur seg&nbsp;frå grava mi</div><div align="center">eg&nbsp;henne kan sjå i&nbsp;min lund</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-8090897359685616400?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-64417924009139197442011-09-22T11:06:00.000+02:002011-09-22T11:06:59.190+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UT6ytQ6oH8E/Tnr2x2dz4RI/AAAAAAABuQ8/eTkwU-kP1VM/s1600/P1090179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="360px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UT6ytQ6oH8E/Tnr2x2dz4RI/AAAAAAABuQ8/eTkwU-kP1VM/s640/P1090179.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Han&nbsp;skodar dei raudlètne hender</div><div style="text-align: center;">Valne med rynkete render</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trygge og gode&nbsp;med preg</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dagane&nbsp;prima&nbsp;hjå deg</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Falle det gjorde&nbsp;vi to</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reist oss&nbsp;frå rennande&nbsp;blod</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dansa i stormen så mektig</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hausten&nbsp;vår fargerik prektig</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Leiken i verda av stein</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vokster&nbsp;frå&nbsp;nygjorde mein</div><div style="text-align: center;">Glede i dagar som liten</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lukke om kroppen er sliten</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fødsel og vårar min ven</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alderdom&nbsp;strålande pen</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stormar&nbsp;fell alltid til&nbsp;ro</div><div style="text-align: center;">Glødande&nbsp;lyster&nbsp;i to</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6441792400913919744?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-1614014744926828142011-09-21T11:04:00.008+02:002011-09-21T12:22:11.948+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OuZOfftNAe8/TnmobDxccaI/AAAAAAABuQ4/F3hfq8FcHME/s1600/SN204502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="380px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OuZOfftNAe8/TnmobDxccaI/AAAAAAABuQ4/F3hfq8FcHME/s640/SN204502.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Huset det bles&nbsp;seg&nbsp;på skakke</div><div style="text-align: center;">trekk gjennom vegger og tak</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kan han Vår Herre&nbsp;takke</div><div style="text-align: center;">for utsikt er inga sak</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sit&nbsp;einsam i eventyret</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fann&nbsp;lukka i&nbsp;ringe ly</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let andre der nede styre</div><div style="text-align: center;">og plystrar&nbsp;meg glad&nbsp;i sky</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sola går ned&nbsp;vest i havet</div><div style="text-align: center;">til skrattet av rypetrall</div><div style="text-align: center;">Her&nbsp;slepp eg det jordiske kavet</div><div style="text-align: center;">i&nbsp;riket&nbsp;åt himmelshall</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Strålar av morgon dei gyller</div><div style="text-align: center;">stille ligg verda mi<br />Livlege tonar fyller</div><div style="text-align: center;">flammande dag&nbsp;i&nbsp;li</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ja livet som fant er lukke<br />Naturen den syng her med<br />No høyrer eg elva klukke<br />&nbsp;Eg tek meg ein sup&nbsp;på kne<br /><br />Kan hende ei jente vankar<br />vakker ein dag til meg<br />Då skal eg fortelje tankar <br />om draumar på livets veg</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-161401474492682814?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-77323360769442912002011-09-20T10:01:00.002+02:002011-09-20T10:14:01.501+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QoYJRtguolY/TnhGwmiHQQI/AAAAAAABuQo/8OW80MusYCA/s1600/SN204451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="454px" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QoYJRtguolY/TnhGwmiHQQI/AAAAAAABuQo/8OW80MusYCA/s640/SN204451.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Det lakkar og lir i mot natt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dagen&nbsp;den var som ein skatt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg vandra i skinande gull</div><div style="text-align: center;">og tralla&nbsp;den gladaste sull</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg klauv på dei høgaste fjell</div><div style="text-align: center;">til dagen var blitt til kveld</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No lengtar eg heim til varme</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ein mage eg treng forbarme</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eit venleg smil og ei hand</div><div style="text-align: center;">som knyter dei&nbsp;sterkaste band</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kjærlege ord mot mitt kinn</div><div style="text-align: center;">til&nbsp;kvila igjen eg finn...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-7732336076944291200?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-62136036445999304312011-09-19T08:32:00.006+02:002011-09-19T09:25:10.376+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JsU0FUbNHDE/TnbhkiBkxVI/AAAAAAABuQc/XOjjj1Dpp4k/s1600/Gullklokke_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JsU0FUbNHDE/TnbhkiBkxVI/AAAAAAABuQc/XOjjj1Dpp4k/s640/Gullklokke_2.JPG" width="444px" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Du skodar ein glansfull bukett</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="NO-BOK" style="mso-ansi-language: NO-BOK;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Som tener vår bank med vett</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Ser kundane komme og fare</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Hjå oss får dei rette svare`</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Eit banklys sit alltid parat</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Og ausar frå bugnande fat</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Kundar&nbsp;har hjelpa her funne</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="NO-BOK" style="mso-ansi-language: NO-BOK;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Om kroppen var aldri så tunne</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="NO-BOK" style="mso-ansi-language: NO-BOK;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Vårt banklag av edelt metall</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="NO-BOK" style="mso-ansi-language: NO-BOK;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Er gira og tende for ball</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="NO-BOK" style="mso-ansi-language: NO-BOK;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Nystrigla, pussa og lekre</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="NO-BOK" style="mso-ansi-language: NO-BOK;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Ja er ikkje damene smekre</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /><span lang="NO-BOK" style="mso-ansi-language: NO-BOK;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Ja livet er meining med banken</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="NO-BOK" style="mso-ansi-language: NO-BOK;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Vi puttar ein tiger på tanken</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="NO-BOK" style="mso-ansi-language: NO-BOK;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Og festar på Alex i natt</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="NO-BOK" style="mso-ansi-language: NO-BOK;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Med gullur og vener som skatt</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Om åra går fort og vert mange</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="NO-BOK" style="mso-ansi-language: NO-BOK;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Går banken vår godt dagen lange</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="NO-BOK" style="mso-ansi-language: NO-BOK;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Honnør til vårt vertskap vi bringer</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="NO-BOK" style="mso-ansi-language: NO-BOK;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">I saman på nye vinger</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-6213603644599930431?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-11430329337937854432011-09-16T13:18:00.000+02:002011-09-16T13:18:55.943+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jyLuCUCNXGw/TnMwh2DeyOI/AAAAAAABuQI/tmYs2HRByHM/s1600/P1180122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="366px" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jyLuCUCNXGw/TnMwh2DeyOI/AAAAAAABuQI/tmYs2HRByHM/s640/P1180122.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hald hugen din varm og hjarta fritt</div><div style="text-align: center;">søk himmelen blå i sky</div><div style="text-align: center;">Når dagen blir kald og livet stritt</div><div style="text-align: center;">hent draumane ned på ny</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dør kjensla av lyst på dagen ut</div><div style="text-align: center;">hugs steinane der du sat</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dei hugsar nok vèl då du var gut</div><div style="text-align: center;">og framtida låg parat</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Når pappa ei kan sin sesse nå</div><div style="text-align: center;">hent minnene heim til han</div><div style="text-align: center;">Då sydar det varmt i kvar ei krå</div><div style="text-align: center;">frå dagar i vår roman</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-1143032933793785443?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-82787856191914188272011-09-15T15:15:00.002+02:002011-09-15T15:15:53.940+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOkInR5vkOg/TnH6TZdce_I/AAAAAAABuPs/KJJ2zmZ14n4/s1600/1809200820201A43M6nVOT7vY1r34b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="382px" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOkInR5vkOg/TnH6TZdce_I/AAAAAAABuPs/KJJ2zmZ14n4/s640/1809200820201A43M6nVOT7vY1r34b.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Syng om kjærleik til fjell og vind</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kosar&nbsp;kinnet</div><div style="text-align: center;">Høyr på songen til din venn</div><div style="text-align: center;">Elskar doggen</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">La oss hylle svermeri<br />Lever&nbsp;dagen </div><div style="text-align: center;">Stormar vilt rundt stolte fjell</div><div style="text-align: center;">Erotikken<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-8278785619191418827?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-42211277759575475352011-09-13T12:28:00.002+02:002011-09-14T10:08:29.367+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_ryBCPuSg4/TjFCd3V8okI/AAAAAAABs8w/sW1vVJIOTy0/s1600/Takk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_ryBCPuSg4/TjFCd3V8okI/AAAAAAABs8w/sW1vVJIOTy0/s640/Takk.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /></a><br /><br />Takk du gamle far</div><div style="text-align: center;">for ditt kloke svar</div><div style="text-align: center;">På mi vesle naud</div><div style="text-align: center;">sola lyser raud</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dagen mett er lang</div><div style="text-align: center;">tonar på ditt fang</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tårer tørkar inn</div><div style="text-align: center;">varme på mitt kinn</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aldri sukk og stønn</div><div style="text-align: center;">frå min livsens brønn</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lure auge brenn</div><div style="text-align: center;">hjå min beste venn</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Heldige vi er</div><div style="text-align: center;">tungt vi aldri ber</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lukka finn ein gut</div><div style="text-align: center;">i&nbsp;slik kjærleg sut</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hjelp du mannen skral</div><div style="text-align: center;">frå sin jammerdal</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ta din ven om bord</div><div style="text-align: center;">felles er vår jord</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-4221127775957547535?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149444749434556284.post-15297532716717464652011-09-12T12:57:00.000+02:002011-09-12T12:57:16.908+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4E9270MbW6o/Tm3leC0CuqI/AAAAAAABuPo/-qtLqWr_eOU/s1600/P1080141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4E9270MbW6o/Tm3leC0CuqI/AAAAAAABuPo/-qtLqWr_eOU/s640/P1080141.JPG" width="640px" /></a><br /><br />Du lokkar med raudleg lèt </div><div style="text-align: center;">Tirrar dei innarste kjensler </div><div style="text-align: center;">Eg vil nå deg</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ta på deg</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kjenne deg </div><div style="text-align: center;">Draumane sitt teater</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Tekst og foto G.Skaar </em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7149444749434556284-1529753271671746465?l=lysandestemningar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gustavnoreply@blogger.com0