tisdag 6 december 2016

Jag är osäker, men har du hört
är slumpen bekant med återvändo?
Jag tror inte
Jag vet
Hon lyssnar till vindens utvalda ord
Hon iakttar
känner
med sina fingertoppar
Hon väljer
vägarnas mötesplats
Vid rätt ljussken
Rätta skuggor till hinder
Rätt rytm
Om vi bara tillåter
Kan vi öppnas
Vi kan bli bjudna
Insugna
Till det dis, det gnistrande stoft vi kallar liv
Du är Slumpen lik
Du ser med din värld
känner med ditt öga
Så vill jag mjölkas av livet
med en del av henne
som är du
Låt den börja nu
Första men förhoppningsvis fortsatta stunden i vår saga

onsdag 27 april 2016

The grass isn't greener on the other side... it is green where you water it. And I know it's true!!! Because every day of our deep friendship I brought lot of beautiful and clean water to your grass. I first planted it. I planted it all around your feet and after that it was time to water it. Day after day I bought the most expensive and best water that could ever be found! When the grass was full grown I could see it so good even if I looked at it standing very far away! It beamed all over the grassy ground that Matildia had her sweet feet on. I came near you and gave the growing plants their last needed water. You saw the amazing result and kissed me on my cheek. It was a lovely moment and i saw how your blue eyes laughed at me and glittered. Then I saw that you were looking down on my feet and showed me a really big smile. I also looked down and saw LOTS of beautiful flowers growing from my feet up on my legs. All around my legs I saw lots of flowers in all kind of different coulors. I was so happy and kissed you all over your cheek and I kissed your beautiful golden hair and smiled and smiled and smiled. Then I looked down again and saw it one more time. They smelled so good... So alive and amazing flowers that was attached to my feet and legs. Matildia then said: You will never be hurt. You will never be afraid that you will be hurt. Because all the flowers is now protecting you from all the monsters and all evil in the world. Then the flowers laughed. Matildia said: Someone in India told me that flowers are the earth laughing. Well, I really believe that. Just look at them. They are smiling at us. And we smiled back to all the laughing flowers... And then I took her hand and we started to run!!! I said: Matildia, let's run to the beautiful sun, let us catch the sun with all the fantasy we have left! Matildia started to laugh and said: good idea! I said: And after that we can take the sun in to our house and place it there like a lamp. Maybe it will warm the house and make it very strong and powerful! And we should never let it out again, so we always have it, in safety, Matildia said: We are going to be stronger and stronger for each day Marieha.

torsdag 7 maj 2015

ETT NAMN SOM BARA VINDEN KAN UTTALA

torsdag 16 april 2015

Vinden


VINDEN; den tar sig fram över världen utan att ha någon födelseort och utan att ha någonstans att dö.



fredag 16 januari 2015

Alltid en främling. Alltid i den egna världen.

lördag 3 januari 2015

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who 

are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of 

everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or 

say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous 

yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the 

stars.”


Fyrhändigt pianostycke.
Jag drömmer om mycket mer:
om en musik för tusen händer,
om en harmoni
där hela världen är med.
Döm oss inte
till ensamhet
mitt i vår gemenskap.
Låt oss finna gemenskap
i ensamheten.


Trädet

Jag älskar att betrakta dig,
hundraåriga träd,
översållat av knoppar och skott
som vore du tonåring.
Lär mig hemligheten
med att åldras så,
öppen mot livet, mot ungdom och drömmar,
med vissheten
att både ungdom och ålderdom
bara är steg
mot evigheten.