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Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Creative Tandem: Part 2 - Tea & Threadballs
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Monday, May 7, 2012
Creative tandem: Part 1 - Thread & Moss
Photo shoot that was possible thanks to my close friend and very important person, Vik Larsen.
Thank you for the pleasure of common creation, inspiration, music, Sun & Rain.
Thank you for the pleasure of common creation, inspiration, music, Sun & Rain.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Origin of peace
The nature of peace sleeps in a drowsy valley in the middle of nowhere.
The root of peace lies curled up in soft furrowed soil.
The origin of life hides in between the folds of a young grapevine stock.
The nature of calmness flows with the morning wind, murmuring in the leaves of olives trees.
The origin of joy appears in form of splashes of early daylight.
The feel of peace resonates with lonely footsteps and bird song welcoming one more sunrise.
I close my eyes and listen closer to how peace is being born in the soft ground.
The root of peace lies curled up in soft furrowed soil.
The origin of life hides in between the folds of a young grapevine stock.
The nature of calmness flows with the morning wind, murmuring in the leaves of olives trees.
The origin of joy appears in form of splashes of early daylight.
The feel of peace resonates with lonely footsteps and bird song welcoming one more sunrise.
I close my eyes and listen closer to how peace is being born in the soft ground.
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Saturday, March 24, 2012
La Calma
Falling apart
I forget about reactions,
Desperate search
For someone's hand
Time's fractions
Dig into me
Stay deep within
I wonder how I clean
The mirror that shows the path
Towards the start
I grasp, I gasp
And drown in Emotion's rivers
In my built-up reality,
There-s no road called heart.
The hunt for sunrises
Lasted for years
The hunt for warmth
Oh, even more.
In the lost & found
If you ever happen to find me
Don't squint, don't blink,
Pass by.
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