Nocturnal ramble

When you do not sleep you get stupid. And please whatever friends reading...no more comments on the need for me to sleep. I know this. I am not fishing for sympathy, I just vent. I will solve this. It will pass. But you do get stupid, short time memory is the first thing that slips, attention span gets weak, balance. Today my hands shake. It has been a bad night.

But:

Still there are deep nights full of goals
when we give birth to a white tiger
stronger then souls of steel.

In these moments we laugh in surprise
at our own laughter
and the white tiger lies by a water hole
with it's lean soft strength
motionless.

There are white tigers in the mountains
and as it is with the real moments
they are rare and eternal.

...well, this did not hold for any translation, at least not by me. I really do wonder how well poetry in swedish lets itself be translated. I have read plenty actually. We have a sort of clean shaved language. A lot of the poetry translated into english makes me think of thin off white walls made out of rice paper, delicate dark shadows playing across the surface, space and balance, but no rhymes. Never rhymes, modern swedish poetry translated has many similarities with japanese I think. Swedes should write more haiku poetry. Our language adapts very well to that form of verse.

I have seen a documentary about the body trafficking of very young eastern european girls across this part of Europe. We discussed that at dinner with some friends tonight. It is so close, and so sickening. Lukas Moodysons new film "Lilja Forever" is about that. She was for real, that girl. The documentary was about her.

I feel humble. My shit is small in comparison.