Monthly Archives: November 2013

Rosa novemberljus (på dig tänker jag alltid)

Det börjar mörkna redan efter tre på eftermiddagen. När jag cyklar till Ica Supermarket vilar ett skimrande rosa ljus över gator och bilar och stadsbussar och hus och människor. Men allt  bundet till marken tycks avvisa detta vackra eftermiddagsljus, även … Continue reading

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She read celebrity gossip online and recalled a lost love

 This piece was first written and published 2012. I have edited it now in November, but it’s still a long text – 3 long A4  pages. I don’t know what it is… how to label it, I mean – it’s … Continue reading

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Now, in my November time

I walk all alone in my Nordic November’s obscure and gloomy light, my heart lies fallow and the feet gets cold, my freezing fingers hides in my coat pockets. I have no one to lean on and you’re so far … Continue reading

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Nu, i november

  Vandrar ensam i dystra novembers svaga ljus, hjärtat i träda och kalla fötter och mina frysande fingrar gömmer sig i mina jackfickor. Jag har ingen att ty mig till och du är långt från mig. Jag önskar att du … Continue reading

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A poem by Gunnar Ekelöf, Sång för att döva smärtan

Gunnar Ekelöf 1907 – 1968 Swedish poet and translator.  He is one of the most significant, loved and well-known poets in the Swedish literature. From the poetry collection Dedikation 1934 Note: The poem is here translated by me and just … Continue reading

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Under my umbrella

It’s November and Saturday and plus 6 Celsius and it rains all day. At noon I need to put on the light to see what I’m reading. In afternoon before making my dinner I take a walk, sensibly dressed under … Continue reading

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If there were no obstacles

I asked him: If there were no obstacles… …nothing about money or jobs or pensions or visa, or whatever… And he said, what do you mean…? Listen to me, I said… I’m asking you: Would you take your bag and … Continue reading

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Dull November Sunday

Oh, what a dull and grey first Sunday in November! The rain flows over my window panes as never ending tears. The swan couple living in the pond nearby seems worried this day, since it’s now the second time they … Continue reading

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The day after the storm

A storm swept over southern Sweden last Sunday in October. The hem of her skirt touched my town. She cured me from my sleeping problems the latest nights. I slept well all night lulled by the noise from her wild … Continue reading

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