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I am a private person

I am a private person who is living with words and only with words. It’s so easy to make me feel uncomfortable. But my words are all public and accessible to everyone, yet my words are not touchable (unfortunately, not … Continue reading

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Togetherness

                  Each opinion having more than two adherents becomes a group, which soon enough creates a set of rules and rituals to promote the group’s survival and then a strictly worded creed … 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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Male fantasies and fairies in ancient woods

 First posted 24 September, 2012. Now slightly improved. I (Mistress of the wood “skogsrået”) They were men who came from vast plains, desolate deserts, and endless seas. Their eyes measured distances. But they didn’t know themselves. And the woodlands affected … Continue reading

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Smiling face, sad heart

Enchanted by his sweet words she gave her heart so easily away, only to see him withdraw and become distant to her. Now she see herself standing empty handed and him fade away, and she feels humiliated and denied like … Continue reading

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It’s nothing, it’s nonsense…

Having craftsmen in the house for weeks, it’s like get a taste of hell. I long for every next weekend and when it comes, the silence spreads out in my rooms and suck up all air in deep breaths leaving … Continue reading

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My cosy loneliness in the democratic welfare state…

It’s March 2 already and it’s another quiet Sunday, dull and grey. I still have that vague sense of derealisation. In afternoon it eases up a bit by the phone calls to my  closest. But the connection to my friend … Continue reading

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Love has no limits

Love has no limits, only people have. Humans may have an orientation, but love has not. You can never ever control love. Love exceeds gender and race and generations and cultures and languages and nations or any obstacles that may … Continue reading

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Why bother…

            Why do you bother what people think or say – so I’ve been told over the years. It’s still the same, but nowadays I don’t bother so much about it. I guess you who … Continue reading

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Awake at 5am

It makes me crazy to wake up again at five am and not be able to go back to sleep; it’s always something, it’s a dream bland still worrying, it’s late soothing tea now stress the bladder, it’s the newspaper … Continue reading

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He who never came home to me

But very soon you became lazy taking me for granted and you left to me to keep us together, and my concerns never vanished  but was reinvented with you and that restless ghost wandering in empty rooms –  it was … 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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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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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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Bad connections

My computer crashed and died one of the last days of September – and my daily life became so strange and unpleasant – since almost my whole social life is on line… and then I also got connection problems when … Continue reading

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On a hill in the dark night

On a hill somewhere in Africa stands a man alone in the dark  talking in his cellphone with his woman far away. “Soon enough”, she says to him, “we have to talk again about the next try to meet. But … Continue reading

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The wind blows hard tonight

I A hard wind blows  tonight and shakes my windowpanes. I sit all alone in the night in my living room  far away from you while you travels on precarious roads, hoping to get safely back to your home-town.  I … Continue reading

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My heart is a graveyard for old memories

My heart is a graveyard for old memories and lost dreams. Stubborn old ladies with stiff bodies and aching hips visit it now and then. They mess around for a little while and make something out of nothing, while pretending … Continue reading

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The Postcard

It’s not much of private mail with the postman nowadays when you have the most of your social life on internet, it’s mostly advertisements right to the trash… But today I got a postcard from a relative I quite recently … Continue reading

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She read celebrity gossip online and recalled a lost love

last rewritten 27 November 2013             He left her. She didn’t die. As she had feared at the time she would do. But time went on and so did she too. She read one day … Continue reading

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I’m nothing but a potsherd in your hand

Honey! I’m nothing, just a potsherd, once hidden deep in soil for generations, and only by accident dug up and exposed on the ground in front of your feet. I could have remained undiscovered by you, and you could have … Continue reading

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Male fantasies and fairies in ancients woods

They were men who came from vast plains, desolate deserts, and endless seas. Their eyes measured distances. But they didn’t know themselves. And the woodlands affected them badly. In the twilight, when the chilling sky meet the warmth from the … Continue reading

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