(the author’s own translation from Norwegian)
The landscape is empty,
free from demands, opinions and commentary.
No bureaucrats lurk in the bushes,
no case workers crowd the green valleys.
There is barely phone coverage
on the blue roof of the world.
Out towards the waves I spot no journalists,
and where the sea-gulls circle the coastal rocks,
no one has applied for a building permit.
The ocean still reaches far into our imagination
as if fairy tales had never been commercially exploited.
There are no breathalyser tests
in your encounters with nature.
Somewhere on this earth, even you are free.