Jeg er kald og rundt meg våkner byen forsiktig. En jente i skjørt sykler hjem, og det ser ut som om hun flyter oppover Åkebergveien. På fjorden er det en båt som setter sitt anker. Noen ganger virker...
Russerkulden har ankommet byen, den har vært forutsett av så mange og den er punkltig og presis. Byen min - ja, jeg kaller den det nå - dekkes av en kulde som fryser alt den møter på sin vei. Sniker ...
Oslo, 05. desember 2010 06:41 "Snubler hjem i min første Oslo-snø med roser i kinnene og rosèvin i årene. Snurrer, snurrer til alt blir en virvelvind av små krystaller og lykkerus, mens du hvis...
At midnight i had only one character in my mind. His eyes and smile which have become my source for calm and inspiration. But I would never admit it to him. And never, never will I tell him how every...
the hope-ending feeling patients glimpse in their bleary bedside water glasses when all the medicine is taken, the morphine pump show zero and the hours are never ending but the pain still there, eat...
i look in your eyes that i do not see, search for your lips that i do not find. your silence writes big letters and your absence has no name but on the other side of reason you still come every nig...
a chessboard between usi am black, you are whitemove-think-move (more move-move-move-regret)just dont forget that after the gamethe king and pawn go in the same box.
as the world turnsspinning slowly on its axeshurdling through a space we only think we can comprehendit is changingever so subtly, ever so radically,in its shape, its texture, its vibration, its temp...
as the morning glory shows its elegance outside my balcony window, my eyelids beg me for rest. somewhere close the birds are twittering , ironically i have not seen a single one in this town, and his...
Its a late night in September, some might even call it morning. A late night in September, a Saturday, i am alone, i am free. As liberating as it feels, i have these chill telling me that this will n...
Shes put on a smile and a flowery dress, dancing mysterious dances on a glass floor.They often see her like this, as she isfloating on the deep seas, smiling and gazing. Where she is going no one...
Usually she began sentences with: i never knew that or i have never been more sure. She did it for years, this repeating of the word never, in similar but yet so different contexts. Always discoveri...
your silence, writes big letters and your absence has no name but on the other side of reason you still come, stumble in my room, in my mind with your childish enthusiasm for ordinary things leave...
A small glass ball, brought as a gift from an unknown travel destination. While the sun was making us shine, the snow in it was so white, so pure. For days I would watch the beautiful city hidden beh...
she has put on a smile and flowery summer dress, dancing mysterious dances on a glass floor. they have often seen her like this, floating on the deep seas, smiling and gazing. where she is going no o...
Buy me a car that can take me to the moon so that i can go fishing on the Milkyway and eat strawberries from the tips of my fingers. Buy me a canoo so that i can sail to the top of Himalayaclimb in c...
maybe your first love is the one that sticks to you because its the only person who will ever receive all of you. after that, you learn better, but a piece of you forever remains left behind - a pie...
we live in a climate of exhausten and hyperactivity, ascension and malice run down the same rivers we are great ruins from old Rome,submerged in the ocean of ancient philosophers we are antiquarians ...
we live in a climate of exhausten and hyperactivity, ascension and malice run down the same rivers we are great ruins from old Rome, submerged in the ocean of ancient philosophers we are antiquarian...
again i close my eyes in order to go back, knowing that it's only for a moment. the sound of waves washing in over me with the smell of summer breeze. tanned skin and strawberries on a string. al...
it is not fate, destiny or love. not any of those fancy words, still to me equally important. . it is the green in the grass slowly appearing. the sun keeping me company a bit longer every day and th...
the earth is round and maybe if we turn our backs to each other and travel in opposite directions we will one day meet at the intersection of the equator. more experienced, more mature and far more b...
left in the wilderness of emotions as my feet carry me through this old school for unsuccessful painters. i rest my elbows on the old white window, and it all looks so idyllic out there. i am behind ...
I rest my elbows on this old white window, looking at a place so familiar, but so strange. I still see the outlines of our shaddows in the pavement and hear distant echoes of our words. It hides ever...
I do want you. I really do. But for the first time, I feel like I wish I were someone else. Someone who could give you all of herself. Someone who will understand you rather than be frustrated by you...
submerged in your silence again i look for you in dark rooms, on chaotic train stations where so many pasts linger, just not ours. I seek your touch in other peoples palms and your shine in there emp...
you said you had a photographic memorybut apparently you forgot that honestybegins by being real with yourselfand the ones you claim you loveI guess you thought you were talking to a roomful of the d...
i miss this day.
they find us when we least expect it, in the least probable places. they find you, all of you. they believe in you, they are on your side, without any conditions or get out clauses, they are on your ...
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