into my hand "Hi, what is your name?" I give him a smile and toss my hair "Mike! can I ask the same?" "´x´ is my name, how do you do?" Smiles and sends me his eyes. One hand is his, the other one pulled [...] pulled "Fine, but I gotta fly." His face fades from my mind In and out this night. When all is closed and people crowd The stranger is no where in sight. Oh well, I guess that´s that What more can I demand [...] be my friend. An infatuation is growing inside But it will probably end. We write together, laughs and jokes Yes I know, Cliché. But that´s how it always starts That´s how it started this day. Me and the

the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow ­ Mr Tambourine Man vísir [...] selling postcards of the hanging They´re painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They´ve got him in a trance ... ­ Hvat hendir [...] Home, frá 1965, man vera ein tann kendasti sangurin hjá Dylan, men kanska hava ikki øll givið sær far um, hvat hann í grundini sigur. Vit hitta yrkjaran eina náttina í stórbýnum, hann er einsamallur og