at fólkadráp aftur vórðu framd. Ár 2000 hevði stjórnarstevnan “ The Stockholm International Forum on the Holocaust “ álagt øllum luttakandi londum at minnast ofrini í Holcaust og at heiðra tey, sum vágaðu
sum húsaleigu, arbeiðsløn, ljós og hita og ikki minst telefonútreiðslur. Eitt nú hava feløgini dýrar on-line skipanir, har teldusamband alla tíðina er um allan heim, soleiðis at til ber at sita í Føroyum
tá sæst ein skuggi ikki longur á torgunum í Perth. “Løgnir tínir landsmenn, á barrini, hesi nýggju on the waterfront, lutast summir eina Blacksheep nú við aldarburð við visakorti, ja, altso viðhvørt. Og
of the Faroe Shetland Association. Mrs. Hansen died in Faroe of an aneurysm on Sunday at the age of 66, and was laid to rest on Friday. She was well known throughout Shetland, a place she referred to as
eisini ein fragd fyri meg at kunna vera við til at skaffa stuðlar til konsertferðirnar, sum Karl Anton tók stig til í útlondunum eitt nú Ísland. Tað er øgiliga tungt at skula siga tær endaliga farvæl Karl
support, and we hope they find solace in the cherished memories of Karla and the profound impact she made on our lives. Karla was a treasured member of our expedition, part of a six-person international crew [...] impossible. The word itself says “I’m Possible” - Audrey Hepburn She tackled every adventure with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. She always made life look easy. She created a light that illuminated [...] she went. If you ever had the opportunity to know her, consider yourself one of the luckiest people on this planet. We remain committed to supporting Karla’s family during this difficult time and honoring
remember me Don't forget my name Leave a candle burning Carry on my flame. Will you sing my songs When my voice no longer speaks Carry me on within your memories. Remember me Remember me. Will I leave a
when all the birds are singing in the sky”. Og ikki minst staðfesti tú við Queen, at “The Show Must Go On”. Tú vart ein meistari í samskifti líka til tað síðsta. Vit báðir søktu hjálp og stuðul hjá hvørjum
drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic
Og so sluppu vit aftur í vegballið. Vegballið er eitt hugtak í Oyndarfirði sum tey tilkomnu ongantíð gloyma. Tað hava verið mong ball í bygdini, men vegballið er bara tað eina. Og tað er ballið
