Yeah.
How is this microphone?
Can you hear me if I'm talking in this tone?
Is that OK?
Yeah, I had a small piece of paper
here with my poems in Swedish and in English.
Three of them.
And I think I could start to read
the first of these poems in Swedish and then in English.
People sometimes like to hear the strange sound
of the Swedish language so I do that.
Spår
På natten klockan två: månsken.
Tåget har stannat mitt ute på slätten.
Långt borta ljuspunkter i en stad,
flimrande kallt vid synranden.
Som när en människa gått in i en dröm så djupt att hon aldrig ska minnas att hon var där
när hon återvänder till sitt rum.
Och som när någon gått in i en sjukdom så djupt
att allt som var hans dagar blir några flimrande punkter, en svärm,
kall och ringa vid synranden.
Tåget står fullkomligt stilla.
Klockan två: starkt månsken, få stjärnor.
"Tracks."
"Night, 2 o'clock, moonlight.
The train has stopped in the middle of the plane.
Distant bright points of a town twinkle cold on the horizon.
As when someone has gone into dreams so far that he'll never
remember he was there when he comes back to his room.
And that's when someone goes into a sickness so deep
that all his former days become twinkling points, a swarm, cold
and feeble on the horizon.
The train stands perfectly still.
2 o'clock, full moon light, few stars."