31 januari 2015
And I will
"and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together"
Bukowski
30 januari 2015
Only yours
I'm not taking off
that's your illumination
I'm your's, only a man
nothing less
nor more
than a Man
feeling
sensing
knowing
the same feeling
you have my dear
28 januari 2015
Yoga
Guess I'm also looking into the future way to much, trying to
predict what´s next. Less of this and more yoga!
26 januari 2015
Senselessly
Im a caveman in my own head.
I have prisoned my own heart.
Im fighting my own self.
Warrior on the fields of my own self, fighting my own armies.
And still senselessly looking for the one who falls in love with me
like I will in her.
I have prisoned my own heart.
Im fighting my own self.
Warrior on the fields of my own self, fighting my own armies.
And still senselessly looking for the one who falls in love with me
like I will in her.
25 januari 2015
Have you had your coffee?
He´s sitting in the bed. It´s silent - outside and in the apartment. The sun is flickering over the next door house rooftop pending on the movement in bed. In a minute or two it will be there, up and over the rooftop.
Some rooms are closed, closed and left alone as a part of the passed, some are left open from the past. Rooms open and closed, in the future and the past. He wonders if these rooms and doors needs to be sorted and structured in order of impact on life and feelings. Deliberate closed doors in anger, fear and greif, unconsciously misstaken closed or open doors. And there are rooms of comfort and harmony which he visits, some more often, again and again. He´s longing, desires for a new room, a room to share, the room to share with her, the right woman.
On next door building the sun cuts a sharp diagonal pattern on the fasade and cuts it in half. As if you almost could see in to the apartments, rooms and life´s of people next door. Sun´s up, he´s up. Again a new morning, a new start...
and he asked
- Have you had your coffee?
Some rooms are closed, closed and left alone as a part of the passed, some are left open from the past. Rooms open and closed, in the future and the past. He wonders if these rooms and doors needs to be sorted and structured in order of impact on life and feelings. Deliberate closed doors in anger, fear and greif, unconsciously misstaken closed or open doors. And there are rooms of comfort and harmony which he visits, some more often, again and again. He´s longing, desires for a new room, a room to share, the room to share with her, the right woman.
On next door building the sun cuts a sharp diagonal pattern on the fasade and cuts it in half. As if you almost could see in to the apartments, rooms and life´s of people next door. Sun´s up, he´s up. Again a new morning, a new start...
and he asked
- Have you had your coffee?
21 januari 2015
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Smederna
Räknar bakåt i generationer, hur många smeder hittar jag. Har fått två olika nedskrivningar om släkten, en början till släktforskning på båda pappa´s och mamma´s sida av släkten. Är inte säker men tror att det är ca 5 generationer bakåt i anteckningarna, dom är inte helt tydliga. Oavsett hittar jag 9 smeder på båda sidorna, smeder och bönder på Småländska höglandet. Fler på pappa´s sida av släkten iofs. Det var min farfar valde att bli glasmästare och musiker, medan 2 av hans bröder valde smedyrket. Min pappa blev målarmästare, "rekorderliga" hantverksyrken. Själv är jag någonstans beteendevetare-ekonom-process-coach, fullständigt galen vändning. Kanske ska omskola mig till smed?
5 januari 2015
Är född i en hel släkt av smeder.
Är född i en släkt med smeder med siffran 5,
som ett stort förtecken. Många är födda d 5 i
någon av månaderna. Kanske året 5 har
betydelse också. Det kanske betyder tur?
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