We must have a longing to live
a longing not to be stifled
in the grey rhythm of habit
and to sit as mummies
with dead eyes.

We must all in the dark wall have some
insidiously hidden bricks
which when needed
can be taken away to open a view
towards the vast sea.
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Svensk dikt som jag fick 
av min mor Märta Bergqvist.
Egen översättning av Olov Bergqvist.