In English

Autumn will come


Autumn will come, with a crackling fire,
And your warm hands resting near my head.
Curtains will stir in the quiet dark
Of our home, where love gently spreads.

Once it burned with a wild, fierce flame—
Now it glows with a softer grace.
No need for words or subtle signs,
Just one wave lifting us in embrace.

No masks, no veils, no grand illusions—
Only bare faces, open hearts.
Love finds its perfect rhythm
Where miracles bloom in every part.

Autumn will come, and surely then
We’ll fill our glasses to the brim.
Evenings will glow, the road feels light
When life is measured in simple things.

Venezia

Lost in the fog,  

Washed in the mist,  

Drifting through shadows,  

From shore to shore,  

Light to light,  

Each time, hope slipping away,  

Reaching for my place.  

My place? When did it become mine?  

And when I arrive, will it embrace me?  

Drowning in fears,  

Washed in tears,  

Adrift in the unknown,  

From shore to shore,  

I’m coming to you, Venezia.

Taking off the masks


Who am I today? A little sad girl
Who is dancing alone,
Who am I today? A wife
With a face like stone.

Only because one man
cannot be everything for me?
And when he doesn’t match
I got upset and flee?

Taking off the sad face
Like worn up shoes,
Putting on the bright face,
Revealing bruise.

Weary of the faces,
Longing for
Impromptu embraces
Trust in what’s at core.

Intensely alive

On the shore of the sea

With beautiful birds – strong and delicate bodies

And squeaking and screaming,

And waves breaking free

No future, no past

I’m all and nobody.

I’m all this warmth of the sun on my back,

I’m all this sand and its tenderness, pure

And vast existence…what i think that I lack

Has just disappeared – remote and obscure.

In the times like this…

In the times like this, when spring is here in all its magic and beauty, in all its bloom…I come to the botanical garden in Lund, my favourite place of rest and contemplation. Inspired this time by the exhibition In Bloom at Fotografiska in Stockholm. Inspired by big questions still unanswered although raised by this exhibition. Our relationship with Nature and how it reflects our nature. The indigenous people in Mexico had the word for skin which also meant the outer layer of the earth. They never felt any separation from the earth. We, on the other hand, feel more and more separated and until we start seeing the Nature not as the environment in need of protection and conservation – like my botanical garden – but as reflection of ourselves, as our skin and flesh, we will continue failing and falling. We come to botanical gardens not only for the aesthetic reasons but to feel good about ourselves, to feel the best of us. In the times like this when it is so difficult to feel good about ourselves, when missiles fly day and night over Europe (and many other places) and Nature in bloom is being destroyed along with people, it is very hard to find hope but it is possible to reflect upon the lessons that nature teaches us every day. It is about being grounded, knowing your roots, trusting other (trees – read people), solidarity and perseverance.

Meditation

My meditation –

Tingling, temperature, pressure,

My daily confession

That attention is the only treasure.

My late attempts

To call it a day, to call it worth

Living. Awake and aware

Not fully content

But trying,

sometimes,

in despair.

Passing by

The trains are passing by

and I’m washing my body.

I’m slowly washing my body

while the trains are passing by.

 

The trains are heading North

and I’m feeding the Tiger.

I’m boldly feeding the Tiger

while the trains are heading North.

 

The trains are heading South

and the man lies buried by the Church.

The main who was dancing tango

while the trains were heading North.

 

The trains are passing by

the grave, the Church and the Tiger

and I will be dancing tango

while the trains will be passing by.