Sometimes
I have nothing
to say...
but my heart
my soul
want to talk
my silence
have another
language
I am happy
because
I don´t need
to use words
all the time
It is a gorgeus day
really it is...
That you has called arts is not much than ecos from the soul. Caminar en los bordes de la realidad , es caminar por la vida.
30.4.07
23.4.07
Det er noe i deg ... er det meg ?
Hva er det?
Det er noe som har kommet i meg...
alt står stille ... ingen grunn for å være redd
vinden fra østen tar over min sydlandsk vind
den røre meg... beruset meg i en bølge
av alle de bølgene som kan ta livet av meg
jeg vil ikke løpe eller gå.. jeg blir urokkelig i samme sted
bettat av vinden som begjæret og kjæretegnet min helhelt
noe som jeg ikke ville la det skjer
har allerede skjedd
Elegant ... generøs ... kjærlig ...
musikken i meg som aldri før har funnet sted
i den vakre byen hvor jeg aldri har bodd før
pusten av våren med alt sin praktfull
varme og provoserende vekkende makt
vekker meg og
her sitter jeg med mine tanker
jeg er alene... i den vakre verden...hvor en del sover
en rolig og drømmeløse natt...
den blir ikke min siste natt
den er en av hundretusen netter
hvor jeg sover alene
alene med mine tanker
og mine våkene drømmer
men jeg har dere i meg... i mine tanker
så jeg er ikke alene likevel
jeg har din musikk i meg som holde meg
med selskap og din latter
jeg har disse barn som elsker meg uten at de
vet det ... fordi jeg elsker dem
jeg har en kjærlighet som er støre
i selve kjærligheten
jeg elsker å leve
elsker du å leve?
Den stund er noe som har en dyp betydningsfull
og en verdig for selve menneskeheten
og den er min eneste sekund
hvor jeg kan dele mitt liv med deg/dere
det er vel mer om reklame om kjærlighet
det er selve ironi ... ironi som ikke har et navn
det er noe som bør skapes
det er noe som er helt unik
stund... sekund ...
for å bli skapet
et liv...
17.4.07
Friends ....
I woke up early in the morning
I wanted to write about friends
but syddenly someone´s brutality shook me
How could you shatter other´s dreams
and then shatter your own
what happened in that mind?
was he so lonely?
Maybe if I had been there
to hug him
the news could have talked other things
But it was to late
your friends didn´t know the tragedy inside your soul
I don´t feel very well
But we must continue...
I wanted to write about friends
but syddenly someone´s brutality shook me
How could you shatter other´s dreams
and then shatter your own
what happened in that mind?
was he so lonely?
Maybe if I had been there
to hug him
the news could have talked other things
But it was to late
your friends didn´t know the tragedy inside your soul
I don´t feel very well
But we must continue...
13.4.07
One thousand nights ...one thousand women...one thousand men
The beauty of love
is a construction
if you belive in that
day after day
have we a new
sun to feel
we are walking naked
in the most beautiful place
... the earth
where the risk
to fall down and deep,
in one thousand possibilities
can be a way to exist
Every direction
is just
a choice to follow
what makes the difference
is if your choice
was made with your heart
or without it
If we belive in that !!!
is a construction
if you belive in that
day after day
have we a new
sun to feel
we are walking naked
in the most beautiful place
... the earth
where the risk
to fall down and deep,
in one thousand possibilities
can be a way to exist
Every direction
is just
a choice to follow
what makes the difference
is if your choice
was made with your heart
or without it
If we belive in that !!!
12.4.07
Amadeus Mozart
Amadeus came to me like a ghost of the ghostly
...he played his music from 1785
I could not sleep one... two... nights
I just let the music pass through my soul
my body started to dance with it
I can make an unreal opera from it
The streets were screaming
I just listened the whispers
whisper in my ears
his music
a wind
with
wings
8.4.07
Meettings
It can be easy
it can be dangerous
it can be a fantasy
it can be a cruel reality
or it can be
just another path
to continue with life
and continue
We are here in this
strange world
with ciber conections
and real persons
it
makes our reality
more complex
we are here
in a plastic world
with reals dolls
and real people
I love this world
however it is
it makes me crazy
and makes me clear
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