Tag Archives: November light

Herr Petterson är död

I Stanken stod stinn i trappuppgången i huset där jag bor, november 2014: herr Petterson på bottenvåningen hade dött. Jag såg honom senast i somras klippa gräset på sin lilla uteplats. Augusti kanske? Hur lång tid måste man ruttna innan … Continue reading

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November dusk

(Days with Tennyson, after computer crash and death.)) November this year is so soft and cosy! It’s like being wrapped up in silver grey velvet. For me the month began with I was cast away from my  daily routines. I could … Continue reading

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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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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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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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