Kategoriarkiv: parenting
The piano
My mother bought a piano with many years of payments, hoping it would prevent her youngest daughter to leave her alone and unsupported. As a child cannot be hindered from growing up and start its … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i create life, fears, fragility, hope, incapacity, left aside, life crises, loneliness, loss, obstacles, opportunities, parenting, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, poverty, remembering, roots, to die, troubled life, unhappiness
Märkt aging, alone, breaking up, broken heart, coping life, create life, dreams, dysfunctional families, family bonds, growing up, hope, loss, memories, mothers, parenting, repression, separation
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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 … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i abuse, alienation, armed loneliness, betrayal, borders, copied lyrics, creativity, culture values, darkness, desirers, dreamers, faith, falsity, fragility, frihet, gloom, hate, hope, human cruelty, human rights, inspiring literature, inspiring music, inspiring songs, left aside, lies, living in the world, loneliness, longing, loss, lost trust, melancholy, memories, morality, opportunities, parenting, poem in English and Swedish, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, reading, rebellious lovers, repression and borders, roots, sacred, satire, Sweden view, Swedish "culture", Swedish conditions, Swedish souls, to die, transformation, translations by vonnely, troubled life, visionaries, vulnerability, walls
Märkt "Sverigebilden", Anders Tegnell, Fadime, finding light, free interpretation, fri tolkning, J M Baule, mortality, samhällsbilden, society and the individual, Sweden Corona solutions, tidsbild, time image, translations, unga döda, Yahya Hassan, young migrants
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Mother and son united
We came to talk about times that have been, my son and I, last time he was at home and I’ve since then thought and thought about it. Thought what he told me … Fortsätt läsa
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