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,… Continue reading The awakening of the first born
Category: In memory of Luca Skywalker
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… Continue reading Things that make me think of you💙
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… Continue reading In memory of Luca Skywalker
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… Continue reading Day 75, september 28., 2017
Dag 75, 28. september 2017
Aldri har det skjedd at verden har blitt redda av en mann, sÃ¥ egentlig burde vel helten i alle eventyrene være en kvinne. Jeg sitter pÃ¥ bussen blant fremmede og grÃ¥ter og vet ikke hvor jeg skal gjøre av meg. Jeg har ingen røtter. Jeg har inget land. Jeg har ingen steder Ã¥ dra, ingen… Continue reading Dag 75, 28. september 2017