Last week one of my favourite poets/musicians died, Thé Lau. I've translated one of his: Open The sky gets dark, the moon appears, but I don’t get drunk; since there’s something that strikes harder, that júst doesn’t disappear. The moon climbs, the world cracks. And I get more deaf, hear my own words fall, but no one gets hit and I look for the word that opens all. And I say Open, open, open, it must be.. Open, open, open, it must be.. The lights burn, and heaven watches to see a change; since there’s too much longing, too little time. And the moon climbs and my world cracks and I get more deaf since I hear the words fall but no one gets hit and I look for the word that opens all. And I say Open, open, open, it must be. And I open, open up for you, so open up to me.. But it stays shut it smokes and is silent and it still believes that it’s unjust a coward gets none. it’s unjust.. And I say Open, open, open, it must be. And I open, open, open, me to you Open, open, open, it must be so open, open, open, you to me.. Thé Lau – Open (translation to English: page ) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSWNrJtwNW0 Raw, hoarse and tender.. no one like him, R.I.P. Thé.