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ending expectance beginning the big journey child to enter life 17 October 2011 Eline Melissa was born, this picture of me and her was taken a day later. She is a very beautiful girl! :)

If only I could be inside your thought to alter it a bit for understanding, make windows in it, have a candle lit and fill it with new furniture and plants. To alter it a bit for understanding of how it is that I did what I did, I would just shift the tables and the chairs, make windows in it, have a candle lit, because I care to make you see my point, I would so much be with you in your...

This book will be out early 2012 :) Poems (in English). Published by Winter Goose, available through Barnes&Noble and Amazon.com More to follow!

When too close was near and I almost touched you, but missed, one of us took a deep breath of distance, madly talking, afraid to be boring. Another hour of relief kept us together in a thin sort of rain, in the bus stop shelter, too late for the bus, too early for walking, till the next time off guard, but so aware that our shoulders felt each others warmth, we let all anticipated fears...

A sailing ship alone in time and space is longing for a way to die at sea. It is not known to men what did take place Was there a storm, or was it mutiny? But known it this: she is a floating wreck. The wood is cracking and some sails are torn and tired seabirds just omit the deck. The ship moves on, alone and so forlorn. The night is still, dead’s silence and no waves. The ship is...

My youngest son was returning from California, where he had been for a year as an exchange High School student and I was going to meet him from the plane. After a journey that had taken me half the day in tropical hot weather, starting with a crowded ferry, followed by a train strike, sitting next to a large depressed gentleman from London, who wore a T-shirt with Hebrew letters that...

~{}~ Give me one reason why you should love me when all that I am is a mess Tell me why you are not running away or better yet, tell me not, more or less . Tell me not why you should leave me Tell me nothing I don’t want to know You say I am the most beautiful And I think that you must be blind You say I am the one for you And I think that you are too kind . More or less a mess...

~{}~ Sometimes the strength is there to see Always it’s hidden well Sometimes I don’t want to be me . Always the entrance to my shell Is hidden well for all to see The strength does not want to be me . Sometimes the shell’s for all to see Always strength and entrance to the well For in the hidden shell is me . Always the strength is well there in me ~{}~

~{}~ There was a moment when, together but alone we stood close to the sea both far away in thought The whisper shell the waves had brought I held it to my ear as if it was a phone and when you saw me doing that, I felt so caught remembering the times we fought when voices had a different tone * You started running on the beach I followed you and we fell in the sand like we had...

~{}~ No one in particular Did he mean when he scolded In the direction of the waves Every day Another day on the beach Another day to show his anger But the sea didn’t care much Never did Only roared louder, spitting Foam towards the drunkard’s face The indifferent sea drowned him For ever ~{}~