challenge

I confess

Every morning – my eyes open first – and then my longing after coffee and these awesome seed bread I make. Of course with goat cheese on top. No butter. Since I stopped smoking – 36 years ago – I don’t use butter on bread.

late light
a new morning twinkles for
seed bread

I confess!
My clock is nights and not early mornings.

sunburned beans
picked by blessed fingers
only mature

Mmmmm!
Now I am ready for The New Day.

a new day
with golden edges -every one
in dreams

My Cup of Coffee!

Carpe Diem: #1113
The Pilgrimage starts — the prologue.


Crazy Art by me - Animation - The Solitary Leaf

Så det kan bli

Man kanske skulle ta och släppa ut och iväg …
några skvalpande tankar …

sådana som inte alls är konstruktiva
egentligen bara nedbrytande
humörsänkande
och destruktiva

Varför har man sådana egentligen!?
De tar ju bara tid!
Till ingen nytta.

Kanske de tränger sig på i en vilsen tid mellan avgöranden?
För att tvinga fram beslut.
Är det så?

jag undrar
och funderar mycket på
ja just det

Rötterna i det som var … och grenarna i det som blir.
Sådana avgrunder.
Så vilset det kan bli.
Rötterna är tryggheten.
Grenarna det främmande.
Som blev skrämmande.

På en gren.
Det lilla ensamma lövet …
som faller.
Och faller.
Bort. Bort. Bort.

Lämnar …
och släpper taget
för gott.

Vad var det
egentligen jag funderade
på!?

Bara tankar som ska släppas iväg …

Skrivpuff: Släppa.

Crazy Art by me - Happy New Year!

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 glas

först vi äter upp
iväg for korken med ett plupp
medan glasen höjs
de trötta ryggarna böjs

sedan säger vi skål
så många gånger som vi tål
och för nya året hurra
för att sedan hem igen snurra

Crazy Art by me - Happy New Year!

Skrivpuff: Skriv till bilden.

Budapest and the Chain Bridge - Uniting Buda and Pest

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.

Budapest - Uniting Buda and Pest
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Carpe Diem #1112 Music For
The Royal Fireworks by Händel.

Budapest in Panorama

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


Crazy Art by blogfia - Sun is Going Down - Face it!

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.


Crazy Art by blogfia - Sun is Going Down - Face it!

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?


Blue Cleared Minds

 Carpe Diem: #1111
Oniria by Bruno Sanfilippo.