The awakening of the first born

I feel an unassailable strenght within the depths of my soul, a solidity of spirit that nothing can defeat. Like the walls of an ancient temple, complited in marble, damaged by wars, but rebuilt and sealed with Roman concrete. Indistructable, unbreakable and everlasting. Created to survive the fall of sivilisations and the end of time,…

Things that make me think of you💙

Things that make me think of you is first of all the colour blue💙 Smurfs and sapphires and forgetmenot a piece of you they all have got💙 Next I think is everything green for the nature of the world you have traveled and seen💚 Your love for all beings, which you wouldn't eat, triggers my…

In memory of Luca Skywalker

In this little poem wrapped in tears and bad rhymes, I give to her so ever lasting present, the gift of eternal life... You would think she was born on a stormy night with angels of death falling from the sky. She was in a rush, you see, cut out of mamas belly faster than a…

Day 75, september 28., 2017

It has never occurred to the minds of men that the world should be saved by a woman... I’m sitting on a bus, among strangers, crying my eyes out. I’m lost! I don’t know what to do with my self. I have no roots! I have no land! I have no place to go, nowhere…

Dag 75, 28. september 2017

Aldri har det skjedd at verden har blitt redda av en mann, så egentlig burde vel helten i alle eventyrene være en kvinne. Jeg sitter på bussen blant fremmede og gråter og vet ikke hvor jeg skal gjøre av meg. Jeg har ingen røtter. Jeg har inget land. Jeg har ingen steder å dra, ingen…