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The numbers are streets, and those are collections of poems. Number 1-12 are the walls of Trixnix, where 1-6 are Norwegian, and 7-12 are English. The letters are sites on Trixnix. By October 2021 almost all sites are down after being bombed. They will be put up again, though it will take a lot of time to do so. On my blogs aI will inform you about the achievements. Almost all streets are intact. One enters a place by putting the number or the letter in front of the address, as for instance Nummerne er gater, og disse er diktsamlinger. Nummer 1-12 utgjør muren til Trixnix, hvor 1-6 er norske, og 7-12 er engelske. Bokstavene er steder på Trixnix. I oktober 2021 er alle steder nede etter å ha blitt bombet. De vil bli satt opp igjen, men det vil ta mye tid å gjøre det. På bloggene mine vil jeg informere om framdriften. Nesten alle gater er intakte. Man går til en side ved å sette nummeret eller bokstaven foran nettadressen, som for eksempel
The rivers are traces of music. The well, and the rivers, are to be found on Elvene er musikk. Kilden, og elvene, er å finne på


"I will cover my land"
A translation of Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson's
"Jeg vil verge mitt land"
Original: Here

I will cover my land,
I will build with my hand,
I will love it to bits by my praise, by my child,
I will strengthen its gain,
I will pick up its pain
from the borders, to call up the mystical wild.

Here is fantasy worth
to surrender to earth
only we, only we have sufficient love.
Here is artistry worth
to deliver from earth
only we will unite in the love from above.

We have gone everywhere
to regard and appear,
everywhere in the wide world a tower is found.
Though the flag, our pride,
was not given to hide,
and today it shows blush by incandescence sound.

Our future is great
since the trinity state
shall unite once again, shall agreement endow.
Your commitment command
in the nearest demand,
it shall destiny find by the prosperous flow.

This asterisk is our.
We love it by the hour,
what it was, what it is, what it prospers to be.
And as love grows trefoil
from the national soil
once again this imprint shall be causality.

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