tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179249732011-04-21T10:47:27.382-07:00smáljóð og örprósar <a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/640/plums34.jpg'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/50/plums34.jpg'></a><br />Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1139512075160682052006-02-09T11:07:00.001-08:002006-02-11T04:20:18.600-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/22/5117/640/LFUROG%7E2.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/22/5117/100/LFUROG%7E2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Gáðu að því, maður, að lítill blómálfur, sem þú sérð flögra grein af grein og á milli blóma á sólríkum sumardegi, er sterkari en þig grunar. Mundu, að hann hefur lifað af vetrarhörkur, þó hann eigi ekki í nein hús að venda. Það er flestum dauðlegum mönnum hulin ráðgáta hvernig þetta má vera, en sé blómálfurinn spurður um þetta hristir hann einungis höfuðið, dularfullur á svip og skellihlær.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-113951207516068205?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1137789041629559972006-01-20T12:29:00.000-08:002006-02-11T04:20:39.253-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/22/5117/640/PORCH-%7E1.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/22/5117/100/PORCH-%7E1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />flugnasuð<br />þytur í grænu laufi<br /><br />lít í bók<br />með svaladrykk við hönd<br /><br />sýg brjóstsykur<br />og læt mig dreyma<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-113778904162955997?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129851775725393342005-10-20T16:39:00.000-07:002005-10-27T03:47:46.996-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/cat1.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/cat1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />komdu kisi minn<br />komdu skinnið mjúka<br />fínn er feldur þinn<br />flónið gott að strjúka<br /><br />komdu kattarafmánin,<br />kúrðu hér í bæli<br />komdu kisuáþjánin<br />kötturinn indæli<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112985177572539334?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129499672861572252005-10-16T14:48:00.000-07:002006-01-20T12:30:59.186-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/miro66.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/miro66.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />lífið er óráðin gáta<br />svör fást til dæmis<br /><br />í tindrandi stjörnu<br />sandkorni á strönd<br /><br />brimi sem flæðir<br />taktfast upp sandinn<br /><br />skýi sem siglir<br />um blámann<br /><br />fólki í sólskini<br />að dansa í hring<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112949967286157225?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129499290268161482005-10-16T14:44:00.000-07:002005-10-18T04:36:35.906-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/13572-02.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/13572-02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />gleðin glitrar<br />glóir skær<br />tindrar titrar<br />töfrar hlær<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112949929026816148?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129498995597755762005-10-16T14:41:00.000-07:002005-10-17T21:57:10.696-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/THRESH%7E1.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/THRESH%7E1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />allt mitt líf<br />hef ég staðið<br />á þröskuldi draumanna<br />vonanna<br />ekki slæmur staður<br />að lifa á<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112949899559775576?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129498543029724552005-10-16T14:34:00.000-07:002005-10-17T21:49:33.346-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/BLUE_A%7E1.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/BLUE_A%7E1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />ást er skrítinn fugl sem kemur og fer<br />ef þú ert heppinn gerir hann sér hreiður í hjarta þér<br />ást er ekki að eiga heldur að njóta<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112949854302972455?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129491274019742402005-10-16T12:32:00.000-07:002006-01-30T17:08:31.896-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/68-HRI%7E1.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/68-HRI%7E1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />hringurinn loksins kominn í úlpuna<br />sem honum af óljósum ástæðum var gefin í vetur<br />það er farið að hlána<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112949127401974240?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129491122524677262005-10-16T12:27:00.000-07:002005-10-17T20:08:55.170-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/PRIMAD%7E1.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/PRIMAD%7E1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />til leikstjórans:<br />segi upp<br />verð ekki með í þessum farsa<br />hætti samt ekki í leikfélaginu<br />krefst nýs hluverks í öðru leikriti<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112949112252467726?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129490590794527782005-10-16T12:15:00.000-07:002005-10-17T22:00:42.780-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/SW_SKY%7E1.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/SW_SKY%7E1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />namm namm<br />hvað bragðast betur en<br />grillaður hefðarmaður á tígrisskinni<br />nýbaðaður álfur á ísbjarnarfeldi<br />sólbakaður farandssöngvari á grænum bala<br />vogskorinn úlfur í sauðargæru<br />hífaður köttur í trabant<br />sykurhúðaður sætabrauðsdrengur á silfurfati<br />dettur þér eitthvað annað í hug?<br />(who is the odd one out?)<br />1 kind 2 kindur 3 kindur<br />góða nótt og góðan dag<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112949059079452778?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129490109273002352005-10-16T12:11:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:33:04.823-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/a1-31788.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/a1-31788.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />elskan mín þú þarft aldrei<br />að hafa áhyggjur af öryggisleysi<br />það eru mál sem englar sjá um<br />hættu að hamast í slökkvaranum<br />það mun aldrei kveikja á perunni<br />það er nóg að eiga eldspýtur<br />því englar elska kertaljós<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112949010927300235?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129489870904484032005-10-16T12:05:00.000-07:002005-10-17T20:13:19.453-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/angels.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/angels.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />skyldu englar kunna að dansa tangó?<br />ég verð að gá í englabókina mína því veðurstofan veit það ekki<br />en ef svo er þá er þetta alveg örugglega ekki síðasti tangóinn<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948987090448403?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129489499265149512005-10-16T11:57:00.000-07:002005-10-18T16:29:15.506-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/640/4875-M%7E1.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/4875-M%7E1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />grænt flauel<br />mosi sem faðmar þig<br /><br />rautt flauel<br />kona sem elskar þig<br /><br />blátt flauel<br />nótt sem svæfir þig<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948949926514951?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129489046485473442005-10-16T11:54:00.000-07:002005-10-27T03:45:23.090-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/640/l_hair35.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/l_hair35.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />mér gekk illa að sofna í gærkvöldi bylti mér á alla vegu og snéri mér marga hringi um sjálfa mig. loks þegar ég sofnaði urðu draumfarir mínar þungar og erfiðar.<br />þegar ég vaknaði í morgun var sítt hárið margvafið um líkamann svo ég varð að byrja á því að snúa því ofan af mér til þess að komast fram úr rúminu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948904648547344?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129488819057194132005-10-16T11:49:00.000-07:002005-10-17T19:55:02.596-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/WOODNY%7E1.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/WOODNY%7E1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />nú er fallegasti skógarpúkinn, sá sem hoppaði léttstígur og kátur í skógarþykknin milli laufgaðra trjánna og baðaði sig í tjörnum og lækjum í sólskininu í sumar, lagstur í vetrardvala.<br />en ef þú ferð snemma að sofa á kvöldin í vetur verður þú ef til vill svo heppinn að hann komi til þín í draumi og dansi fyrir þig munúðarfullan gleðidans.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948881905719413?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129487260010560032005-10-16T11:27:00.000-07:002005-10-18T16:09:58.013-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/640/8MOSAI%7E2.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/8MOSAI%7E2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />angandi akurlilju<br />ástríðufulla ástundun<br />brennandi bál<br />clever clues<br />dansandi dís<br />elskandi engil<br />fagran fugl<br />gríðarlegan galdur<br />hættulegan hlébarða<br />inntakslaust innskot<br />ímyndaða íferð<br />jóðlandi jólasvein<br />krefjandi kúnst<br />ljúfan leik<br />mjúkhenta meyju<br />niðdimma nótt<br />ofnotað orð<br />óttalegt ólán<br />pínlegt pukur<br />quelque quelle<br />rjóðustu rós<br />sárustu sorg<br />taumlausan trega<br />uppnuminn ungling<br />úfinn úlf<br />velgerða vaxmynd<br />x-large x-rated<br />yndislegt yndi<br />ýmsa ýmsa t.d.<br />zikk zakk<br />þrotlausa þraut<br />ætandi æsingu<br />ögrandi örsögu<br />...<br />hvað heldur þú?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948726001056003?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129486548591831752005-10-16T11:08:00.000-07:002005-10-27T03:44:06.286-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/window.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/window.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />in love she´s fickle<br />oh ain´t that a pickle<br />´cause that´s why<br />she´ll never<br />earn no darn nickle!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948654859183175?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129486058027328532005-10-16T11:05:00.000-07:002005-10-17T19:44:44.020-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/Cat.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/Cat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />hvar ertu núna litli kisi sem komst svo hljóðlega til mín eitt kvöld í sumar sem leið inn um opnar útidyr og varst hér hjá mér fram eftir nóttu?<br />ég strauk þér svo blítt og sagði þér sögur á kattamáli sem aðeins við tvö skiljum en svo fórstu og ég hef hvergi séð þig síðan þó ég hafi sett út rjómaskál á kvöldin og skyggnst eftir þér undir runnunum við stéttina.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948605802732853?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129485862056960972005-10-16T11:03:00.000-07:002005-10-18T06:37:28.363-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/640/watching_mouse_dance.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/watching_mouse_dance.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />einn daginn<br />birtist hún<br />hamingjan<br />valhoppandi glaðbeitt<br />inn í líf mitt<br /><br />við verðum<br />alltaf alltaf saman<br />hún og ég<br />valhoppandi glaðbeitt<br />kjánaprik<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948586205696097?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129485724087284092005-10-16T11:01:00.000-07:002005-10-18T07:13:36.053-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/640/SWIMMI%7E2.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/SWIMMI%7E2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />þó dýfingar af hæsta brettinu séu tilkomumiklar og glæsilegar og veki hrifningu áhorfenda, þá er nauðsynlegra að kunna að troða marvaðann án þess að örmagnast, til að halda höfði, sínu og stundum annarra, upp úr vatni. gott er að kunna bringusund til að komast áfram og einnig skriðsund þegar meira liggur við og mjög hentugt er að geta látið sig fljóta ef svo ber undir. flugsund er vitaskuld sjónrænt mjög áhrifaríkt fyrir þá sem vilja að eftir þeim sé tekið. en stundum getur verið nauðsynlegt að synda í kafi, til dæmis þegar öll önnur sund virðast lokuð, þó má ekki synda kafsund svo lengi að maður verði súrefnislaus og það líði yfir mann og maður drukkni, því þá verður það hvort tveggja, vita gagnlaust og tilgangslaust.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948572408728409?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129485597170506122005-10-16T10:59:00.000-07:002005-10-17T19:29:40.306-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/KRETSC%7E2.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/KRETSC%7E2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />lífið er úthaf sem velkir þér til og frá<br />stundum bindur þú bátinn<br />og hvílist í skjólgóðri höfn<br />áður en heldur til hafs á ný<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948559717050612?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129485533414466342005-10-16T10:58:00.000-07:002005-10-17T20:21:14.020-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/sparrow.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/sparrow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />von<br />titrandi spörvi<br />sem flögrar<br />í brjósti<br /><br />ótti<br />lamandi krumla<br />sem kæfir<br />fugla<br /><br />fljúgðu fuglinn minn<br />fljúgðu!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948553341446634?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129485469667429022005-10-16T10:57:00.000-07:002005-10-17T10:12:22.336-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/threads.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/threads.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />þræðirnir<br />lágu flæktir<br />um garðinn minn<br /><br />ég rakti þá sundur<br />nú liggja þeir beinir<br />fyrir allra augum<br /><br />að hjarta völundarhússins<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948546966742902?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129485388526673382005-10-16T10:55:00.000-07:002005-10-18T15:45:32.043-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/640/nancy1.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/nancy1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />nóttin er flauel<br />sem vefur mig örmum<br />blíðust allra<br />kemur alltaf aftur til mín<br /><br />nóttin er fugl<br />sem ber mér á vængjum<br />furður drauma<br />sem hef gleymt að morgni<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948538852667338?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129485255037235422005-10-16T10:52:00.000-07:002005-10-27T03:40:46.926-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/640/FOREST%7E2.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/FOREST%7E2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />stend hikandi við lind<br />í myrkum skógi<br /><br />finn bráðum leiðina heim<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948525503723542?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129485062889893012005-10-16T10:50:00.000-07:002005-10-17T14:10:30.386-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/MY_SHA%7E1.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/MY_SHA%7E1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />þeim mun hraðar sem þú hleypur<br />þeim mun hraðar mun skuggi þinn elta þig<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948506288989301?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129484949408682632005-10-16T10:48:00.000-07:002006-01-31T04:21:56.410-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/640/LGA3FL%7E1.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/LGA3FL%7E1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />nóttin er blíð<br />hún ber mig á vængjum<br />í ódáinsland<br />þar sem draumar rætast<br />ekkert myrkur engin sorg<br />fær bugað<br /><br />í annan heim<br />þar sem draumar rætast<br />sól vermir döggvot stræti<br />blóm kinka kolli<br />og heilsa nýjum degi<br /><br />börnin brosa<br />keik og hoppa<br />á gangstéttum í parís<br />og enn og aftur er vor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948494940868263?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17924973.post-1129484851147252552005-10-16T10:46:00.000-07:002006-01-31T04:21:23.356-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/1024/SOIL_H%7E1.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/5117/100/SOIL_H%7E1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />búið að hreinsa burt illgresið<br />svo er bara<br />að stinga upp og sá<br />næsta vor<br />byrjar nýtt líf<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17924973-112948485114725255?l=plomuljod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Greta Björghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630548263324806053noreply@blogger.com0