i close my eyes to see

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Description: trying to translate my thoughts to words others might understand or drawing. Unfortunatly most of the time the thoughts are untranslatable.

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winter was on us at the end of my nose, but i never loved Oslo more than when covered in snow

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 ...

23 jan 12

flashbacks to cold winterdays full of warmth

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...

04 nov 11

ska jag älska ja då ska det finnas tid att älska fritt

17 jun 11

the prince and half of the kingdom

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...

11 apr 11

i need shine

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...

15 dec 10

dreaming/ i close my eyes to see

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...

02 dec 10

two wrongs dont make a right.

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.

23 nov 10

"moder jord"

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...

07 nov 10

autumn memories

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...

13 oct 10

free fallin fallin

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...

13 oct 10

Her mind was a very big house, we got lost there for hours until August fell

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...

16 sep 10

I was a little girl alone in my little world

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...

01 sep 10

melancholy

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...

13 aug 10

Permanent. Irreversible. I lost you. All I had left of you.

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...

20 jul 10

Med ena foten utanför

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...

19 jul 10

Give me all i can not get, cause it is all i want.

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...

25 jun 10

love.

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...

16 jun 10

the times, they are changing

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 ...

04 may 10

04.mai.2010

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...

04 may 10

jag minns inte längre hur hans röst lät

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...

26 apr 10

oh cecilia.

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...

18 apr 10

stand up and walk away from our history.

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...

05 apr 10

everything slowly turns to dust

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 ...

16 mar 10

ghosts of the past and opportunity cost

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...

04 mar 10

19.feb.2010

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...

19 feb 10

stranded.

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...

02 feb 10

18.jan.2010

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...

18 jan 10

anything worth having is worth fighting for

i miss this day.

09 jan 10

sometimes we are found by others

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 ...

07 jan 10

07.jan.2010

as the world turns spinning slowly on its axes, hurdling through a space we only think we can comprehend; it is changing. ever so subtly, ever so radically. in its shape, its texture, its vibration, ...