Månadsarkiv: september 2013

On a hill in the dark night

On a hill somewhere in Africa stands a man alone in the dark  talking in his cellphone with his woman far away. “Soon enough”, she says to him, “we have to talk again about the next try to meet. But … Läs mer

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Love counts

So… If it’s true then you’re no good and not good for me and you love yourself hundred times more than you ever have loved and will love me. So if it’s all true, would it make any difference for … Läs mer

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Dull days, coloured dreams

Dull days, colourful dreams, it’s all there is. I wrote a poem one late night after a long silence. Next evening we talked on phone and while we talked he started to daydream about us and how he would like … Läs mer

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