Kategoriarkiv: memories

A scarred memory

      One hour before midnight the darkness falls and the days continue to pass by one by one I sit in silence in shadowed rooms where my life take place with shards of broken dreams on the floor … Läs mer

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”I’ll be seeing you”

The missing after someone has reappeared in a bad smell. It lies like a wasted dishrag on a disused field. I sit on a road edge somewhere in nowhere with my back to the field but the bad stinking scent … Läs mer

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Moses Tegnell med sin stafettpinne leder svenska folket genom Corona-pestens ökenlandskap

Moses Tegnell with his baton leads the Swedish people through the desert landscape of the Corona plague De rör sig ur dunkla dis, de sågs aldrig komma I fängelser utan dörrar, tror vi att vi ska överleva… De dirigerar förlusterna … Läs mer

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Three weeks today

Three weeks today, right! And it’s hard, hard, hard! It’s right hard, right now! A love like a picture book we awhile leafed through?      

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Married to the blues

Married and buried in longing for you, my loneliness singing a blues forever. I wonder who’s kissing you now and if you eat properly? Is it any raining out? Do you still go to the mall on Saturday to then … Läs mer

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Cleaning old data

Jag låter datorn rensa bort onödiga filer. Om bara min hjärna vore lika hygglig och rensade bort alla onödiga filer i alla dess vindlande vrår! Plågor, vrede och skam som en gång var! Det är sen natt och jag avslutar … Läs mer

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In your absence

      It’s three AM and too late to say good night as you must be already sleeping. If you are okay, are you? I also need sleep, but I want to stay awake a little more to think … Läs mer

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Her best friend (republished)

From July 2014, the original in Swedish on 17 July, the translation  now rewritten. She once had a best friend and Ralph was his name and he had a wife, Lena, and three children and one cat and he built … Läs mer

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Elderly balance (single-leg stance)

When 18 people read my texts I exist. Otherwise it is not much with that, unless I not wake up in the night with cramps in one lower leg, then I surely know I’m alive. I hear on the TV … Läs mer

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Visiting the local library

                I (Friday, February 7) It is a Friday noon and I’ll wash my hair and when it has dried, I intend to take the bus to city and walk from there to … Läs mer

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People’s random meetings

Random meetings say hello before you go stay a while be my friend leave a memory your smile the warmth in your hands your eyes drowning in mine your breathing to breathe say hello before you go leave your smile … Läs mer

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A love thriving in our longing

  I still think of you the first thing I wake up in the morning and I miss you on my lonely evenings: someone to talk to. And sleeping and dreaming I get lost in scary nightmares. But as soon … Läs mer

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October, haiku

I October colors and the Earth still carry us: November comes next! II She still thinks of him like birches gold on the street. But not so often. III Rain and autumn gloom, and missing stings inwardly. Blue hope in … Läs mer

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Since she left me lastly (part 2)

          Since she left me lastly I rambling around, lost. My eyes are so dry and burns as the winds have blew away all my tears. I’ve a lump in my throat and my heart is … Läs mer

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100 years after him

100 years after him I will be no longer! Nor the memory of what never became. 100 years and he will not be either. His dreams for sale; my words remains like lost birds, scattered in the sky. It’s over. … Läs mer

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Even if you silently weep

  Even if you silently weep, don’t worry, no one sees your tears. Yet everybody knows that all hearts have their secret tales. I still think of you, from my early morning to the silent nights. I wonder what was … Läs mer

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Three times, three roses

Lars Forssell  (Swedish poet) (1928–2007) Odysseus på Ithaca (from the Swedish poetry collection Telegram, 1957)In the Greek tale, the hero is captured on the island Ogygia by the beautiful nymph Calypso who seduces him with her love and songs. But every … Läs mer

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I remember you

I remember you, lovely bearded man, who loved me more than your life (that’s what you told me). But then you dumped me like trash, just like that! It was when you were cornered not to be serious about us … Läs mer

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And Sam said

  And Sam said ”Lady, you shot me” and he fell back and hasty he bled to death, still in his 30s. Soon 70, I walk my way slow and oldish as life and people have hurt me hard but … Läs mer

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Once upon a time I had a crush on a young man

Once upon a time I had a crush on a young man. He had such a lovely mustache, dimples in his cheeks and very blue eyes. He looked at me and got my heart to beat faster. But he was … Läs mer

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Voices speaking to the melancholy Swedish soul

It’s the underlying lost melancholy white tune in Springsteen and Harris voices beyond any lyrics, music sets and genres. It sneaks out on you, forces itself on you, it’s you far from forged reality grilles. And it tells of the … Läs mer

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Moving, still steady

I’ve lived in this house for ten years but for the last years I’ve mostly been online, it all while I tried to shake off my feelings of wearing a cooling suit of loneliness and desolation. Solitude has for long … Läs mer

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I miss smoking cigarettes

I miss you! But, oh well! I miss smoking cigarettes too! I’ve been told I have done well ending with bad men as well as with cigarettes. Oh well! I haven’t smoked in 18 years. I wonder if I still … Läs mer

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Before is no more (Förr finns inte längre)

Translation to English after the Swedish text När det igår tisdag rapporterades i media att Lill Babs dött på förmiddagen samma dag, insåg jag för första gången på allvar att Wasa Knäckebröd inte är svenskt längre. Samt att mina dagar … Läs mer

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Victims or martyrs or heroes?

Some thoughts from an outside person! Inspired by the latest school shooting in USA (Florida school shooting February 14, 2018) a Swedish newspaper has conducted a peer review among their (Swedish) readers with the question ”Do you think it is … Läs mer

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I will never love more but you

          I got a call yesterday from an ”ex” bf. I remember him as a nice man. He has still a very nice voice. Alluring. But he’s not to trust. Still it was sad to say … Läs mer

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He was twenty and I was eighteen

He was twenty and I was eighteen and he drove a truck on free time to make some money and sometimes when he went for long drives over a weekend I was there with him in the cab. For him … Läs mer

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The Fox (Nostalgia)

  In evenings, just when the first darkness falls and humans not sleep yet and he’s just began his nightly round, since his growling intestines forces him out from one of his temporary hiding places, he becomes standing for a … Läs mer

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Making an apple pie with a secret jewel in mind

  After a wakeful night, the dawn longed and feared and I slept all morning, this the first and bright September day. One of the coming days, I’ll peel an apple and cut it to cubes and powder it with … Läs mer

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While life seem to happens somewhere else

        It’s a quite sunny day today but windy, a few clouds and my door opened to the greenery. While life seems to happen somewhere else but not here where I am this sleepy July 17, 2017 … Läs mer

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Are you really gone?

          I could write epistles for hours and days about how much I miss you. (And I do.) (I work hard to find the right words for this specific condition: to miss someone – but it’s … Läs mer

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