know everything that awaits us in the Faroes, but I highly anticipate the natural beauty, a new family and comm­unity, and the wool. If you see me on the street over the next year shout out a greeting: We [...] basked with us on the beaches. Free from a daily schedule for the first time in months, Ben began to teach me essential Faro­ese. Unfortunately, as he spent most of his youth living in the Phi­lippines his [...] Photos: Ben Rasmussen This is one of the first lessons the Mother Continent (Europe, ed.) taught my husband and I on our month-long honeymoon trip en route to the Faroe Islands where we will start life

1950´erne: ”The Bells are ringing”, hvor han måske uskyldigt synger: ”Some people love to make love in the winter/others like to make love in Lovers Lane/but I like my lovin´ best of all/yes with the pouring [...] skrækromantisk islæt med bl. a. linier som: ”and even though the Sun was out/The Rain came pouring down/” og omkædet: ”Everybody felt the Rain.” Bob Dylan skrev om “Rainy Day Women nr. 12 or 35”, som [...] ekstra stærkt i regnvejr. En regn, der får kunstnere til skrive og synge glade sange som f. eks ”Singing in the Rain” eller mere nede på den jævne danske jord. ”Blot slentre gennem regn.” Regnens romantiske

hunting boats drove the pod, finally herding them on to the beach of Miðvágur where the grind eventually took place. CEO of Sea Shepherd Global, Alex Cornelissen, said, “The beaches of the Faroe Islands are [...] Cornelissen, said, “The beaches of the Faroe Islands are once again red with the blood of hundreds of slaughtered pilot whales. Without the presence of Sea Shepherd, shining a spotlight on these ferocious [...] Grind In The Faroe Islands This morning, at approximately 0840 local time, a large pod of pilot whales was slaughtered in the first grindadráp (grind) of the year, on the island of Vágar in the northwest

autopilot) is also about a person. But it is written by the person himself. Which one do you think is more reliable? Well, it depends on how honest the bloody chap is. He might be dishonest. Do you think a [...] western løg«. Soleiðis sang uppreistrarsinnaða bygdarfrellið, Viljormur av Langasandi (Billy from Long Beach Town) á sinni. Men mangt broytist á mansins ævi. Nú 1999 er um at fjara burtur, fæst knappliga ein

Churchill: You can always count on Americans to do the right thing – after they've tried everything else. Brigitte Bardot: I know very few Americans, though I like the way they think. They think big. John [...] something, you should do something about it. Við hesum hittinorðum endi eg hesa ferða­frásøgn úr »The land of the free«. [...] Týsdagin 22. juni Á veg suður til Boynton Beach Hann hevur, kann man við góðari sam­vitsku siga, tjent sína herskyldu, hann hevur verið bæði í Korea- og Vietnam­krígnum. Jona hevur arbeitt sum sjúkrasystir

røðini Paradise Hotel. Tað avdúkar hann á Instagram í dag. Í 2022 luttók Karl Weihe í sendingini Ex on the Beach. Síðan tá hevur hann skapt sær eitt navn í donsku reality-verðini, og fyrr í ár var hann við í

banjo, og áin hevur harpu- og sálmaljóð: The ocean wild like an organ played The seaweeds wove its strands The crashin´ waves like cymbals clashed Against the rocks and sands Natúrin er samstundis fylt [...] seglum stevna móti Edens portri: The savage soldier sticks his head in sand And then complains Unto the shoeless hunter who´s gone deaf But still remains Upon the beach where hound dogs bay At ships with [...] til tekstin finna vit kanska í 3. reglu í 3. ørindi, har tikið verður til: "the sun beat down upon the steps of time to lead the way", t.e. sólin stavaði á tíðarinnar trin at vísa veg. Bunyan og Blake Sangurin

take me disappearin´ through 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 [...] soleiðis: ­ They´re 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 [...] sleppir sær til hús: ­ Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortune telling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame

»Paradis Hotel«, har Teitur er við. Hjá Discovery taka tey burtur bæði sending og sendirøð við »Ex on the Beach« og »Singletown«, sum Teitur Skoubo er við í, siga tey við Ekstra Bladet. Tann 26 ára gamla r

to be     breathin´ Like the stillness in the wind ´Fore the hurricane begins The hour when the ship comes in ­ Bertolt Brecht Teksturin ber í sær, fyri ein part, somu fyrijáttan um rættindir fyri øll [...]     strength is not to fight Flashing for the refugees on the     unarmed road of fight An´ for each and every underdog     soldier in the night An´ we gazed upon the chimes of     freedom flashing ­ Millum [...] skýming leggjast yvir høllina: ­ The savage soldier sticks his     head in sand And then complains Unto the shoeless hunter who´s     gone deaf But still remains Upon the beach where hound     dogs bay At ships