You fell asleep too early A beautiful spring day We didn't have time to speak clearly Because your strength wasn't there And neither was mine We groped a little To reach again With existence for us And now it's too late You're gone and I miss you Your Mother (2018)
Snow is not entirely wrong in February, but it comes too late. The metrological spring is here. You just have to accept it, but it's not fun. Now you want to start being able to enjoy spring flowers and beautiful birdsong.
Anniversary of the war in Ukraine and one wonders with the escalation of “gun junk” we now notice the world over – there is a peaceful ending? Here we sit in our little soap dish called Sweden and think we are actually above most things. Where we have a crime, that exceeded anything we could ever imagine, […]
Life is a battle, but as my little mother used to say – “fingering a grip and carrying it out is worse”, so maybe it's easier to keep up with life. I think it's a bit lonely, although I always enjoyed myself, so it can be quite one-sided. You probably have needs […]