Life is just like poetry
When you write
You have thoughts.
And you choose
what to write
When you live
You have thoughts
and you choose
how to live
How you write
and how you live,
is a mirror
of your innerlife

Laways look on the bright side of life, plystre plystre. Vakkert og sant, wolfieman. 
Flott wolf!

"teleterkji":
How!!
Brother of the deep forests
and singing mountains.
Long did i travel
hungry,full of haunting visions
seeking,listening to stars in the night
when you Howled,brother!
And awoke my spirits
With your excellent
Sound.




