
Månad: december 2016


Gott Nytt År! – Happy New Year!
Testar om jag kan få ihop en nyårsvers på rim …
dags att bordet duka
och manglade servetter stuka
blomdekor i vas
och grönska i varje glasförst vi äter upp
iväg for korken med ett plupp
medan glasen höjs
de trötta ryggarna böjssedan säger vi skål
så många gånger som vi tål
och för nya året hurra
för att sedan hem igen snurra
Skrivpuff: Skriv till bilden.
They always fall
“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always.” Mahatma Gandhi
Daily Prompt: Hopefull.

Bridges that Unite
You love the mountains. I love the sea. Both love adventures in the promising horizon. Both love to be part in each other’s worlds. Togetherness in sharing. Apartness in longing.
”When the sky touches the earth there is true love” our kisses whisper to the stars.
a single star
hit by the whispering kisses
fell down
true love secured
receipt from the sky
Close together – on the savory rocky beach or in the fragrant highland meadow – there always are stars in the sky. And bridges that unite.
Sometimes I am not initially fully aware about what my thinking and words create. Seems like my inner mind – my subconscious – also is working but I don’t realize it until afterwards – like here in this post. It is so united everything. I make upp the story about he and she. With no thinking about Budapest. As no sea and no mountains. And then i fits perfect with Buda’s hilly side and Pest’s flatland. And on top of the cake – the statue 😉
It’s not the first time this happens.
“Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.” Nicholas Sparks
This piece of art on Gellert Hills shows Buda (king) and Pest (queen) uniting – Budapest.
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Carpe Diem #1112 Music For
The Royal Fireworks by Händel.

Start shooting
It’s impossible to mope when visiting Budapest. Even if your friend is dedicated to photography. I can understand it’s boring sometimes. Stopping all the time to shoot photos when you just want to walk and chat – being together. S/he is never 100 % with you.
My advice:
-Start shooting you too!
-Go to Budapest!
Daily prompt: Mope.
Daily Post: Resilient.
“He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams.” Justina Chen
Gott 2017 – Skål!
I vindarnas sång
upprepas det viskade
precis som i fjol.I vågornas brus
skummas många svar
precis som i fjol.I årets sista suck
klingas det gott – skål
precis som i fjol.
“If you don’t know where you’re going, any road’ll take you there” George Harrison
I don’t know where I am going so I’ll have …. in the meantime …

Sun of Flames
We are lucky to have the sun. When the sky is blue and the sun is shining I am as most positive. No heavy burdens on my shoulders. Feet flow easy around.
The sun will go down
behind the small grains of grass.The sun will have a bath
in the speed of universe.The sun will grasp and roar
with all it’s heat.And with furious tongues of flames
burn the grass
next day –
the end.
Slut.
Skrivpuff: Positiv.
Skrivpuff: Slut.
What else but
Heaven and earth. Water and sky. What else but …
twinklings
as raindrops fall from lips
touching the sky
when sliding softly
down the rainbow
… doesn’t raindrops fall from the sky? Well now! They fall from clouds, don’t they? And of course from lips. Because it is only then – they can touch the sky. And have that nice slide away …
… probably to heaven.
Or what do you think?
Carpe Diem: #1111
Oniria by Bruno Sanfilippo.
Like a turn off
Walking about today. After being to the big market buying goat cheese and fresh salmon. So many people out here now. Just like some days before Christmas. There isn’t a single hotell room now I heard on TV. Well it is nice to celebrate New Year in Budapest. Some window shoppings along Váci and then a ‘pop up’ …
earring!
that fucking ear ring – like
a turn off
-Oh my! what am I thinking about – or who? I wonder while in my steps….
Actually I know. But it is my secret. For now …
… hoping some more funny poems will turn on …

I wonder
I also wonder a lot – just like – Rodriguez.
I wonder
what will I be after this life
in renewal
I would like a blue butterfly
or a forget me not
Daily Prompt: Renewal.
Rodriguez in Africa.