Månadsarkiv: juli 2016

Lovers and friends (essay)

If I were truly loved, I would not have felt lonely when I was told. And words alone can not dispel the melancholy enchantment in my deserted solitude. Love is actions and not declarations. I have a secret pain: there … Läs mer

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Blushing rowan trees

Now comes August. The days gets shorter, the nights darker. The rowan trees on my yard blushes again. I have lived at same courtyard for 8 years now and seen the trees redden in the end of July, reminding me … Läs mer

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Sometimes a smile is all it takes

  Sometimes a smile is all it takes. Occasionally on a street a guy comes into your field of view. He is talking with someone and then he smiles and that smile goes right to your heart and it will … Läs mer

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Looking for Mr. Goodman

          I’m looking for Mr. Goodman. When Mr. Goodman comes to me everything will be good. Yes, when Mr. Goodman walks in, my life will be all good. But where can he be? I’ve been looking and waiting, … Läs mer

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Cat walk blues

              Well, you can keep on talking about love, but much more than talk it will never be. Talking is good but not much doing, no… Once you asked for a space in my … Läs mer

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Lemons, sweets and dust

“Mirror Mirror on the Wall, Who’s the Fairest of Them All?”   (Reflecting Toritto’s blog entry July 5 “Old blue Eyes”)     Oh mirror on my bathroom wall you don’t love me anymore, no! But who in the world … Läs mer

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My blood sings its own tune

        I know what my head say and I know what my heart say, but my blood sings its own tune. Just one call from you and I was lost. Got my head so full I couldn’t … Läs mer

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Songs must be sung

Elie Wiesel, who recent died July 2 at age 87, asked “will the world ever learn?” He looked what happened around and answered “no”. I’m usually keen to follow the news….       The rest of this entry is moved … Läs mer

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Lavender dreams (I sort my panties and my dreams)

        … absent and lost in thought, I take care of the clean laundry; I sort my panties and my dreams – they all look aged and worn. (and so do I) Yes, and I have a … Läs mer

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Summer blues (I could call it a mood)

        I could call it a mood, but it’s more than a mood – I’ve been low now for some days and I realize I might have become depressed? But for what reason? There is no reason … Läs mer

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