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Utan filt

Han gick iväg. Huvudet var nedböjt. Stegen ryckiga och bestämda. Ungefär som en bortskämd barnunge som vänder på klacken i reaktion på ett nej. Men också som om han ville komma ut ur och bort från hela situationen. Som om den skulle försvinna när han avlägsnar sig. Jag ville ropa:

-Vänta på mig!

Men något höll mig tillbaka. Jag kunde ju inte hjälpa att det blev så här. Och varför ska han alltid fly ifrån situationer. Det irriterade mig så jag skulle kunna skrika högt. Det är väl bättre att ta tjuren vid hornen och prata igenom saken. Vi är ju ändå vuxna människor. Eller?

-Nej så sjutton heller! Jag skiter i honom. Denna gången går jag inte efter och försöker lirka. Medan jag stod kvar på samma fläck i mina funderingar så kändes det som en våt filt gled av kroppen och det kändes så skönt. Jag sög på tanken jag nyss hade tänkt.

Denna gången går jag inte efter … Denna gången går jag inte efter! … Denna gången går jag inte efter!!

Så skönt det kändes! Jag skakade lätt på mig. Liksom symboliskt. Kastade ett öga på månen. Tyckte nästan att den blinkade och log tillbaka mot mig.

Sedan gick jag åt andra hållet.

Utan filt.

Sun over icy Danube, Budapest

Skrivpuff: Vänta på mig.

Soon!

No poem popped up today. Nor when I took my bath neither during my long walk. I miss that because it’s so funny when they are popping. I also missed the film shooting outside the Opera today. I was too late. Had spent too much time indoors. The cold bite my cheeks. I don’t like!  Not anymore! I have done that stuff enough. The cold things like figure skating and skiing. Now I only want warm weather and blue sky. Longing so much after early spring in Budapest. All my journeys are booked. Going back this week and coming back in February. Back there and back here. Home there and ‘home’ here.

hit by memory
and the magnolia blossom was stuck
to my chest

A poem did pop up! I almost forgot. Walking along the Danube today I thought about spring and the lovely flowering Magnolia trees outside Vigadó. I use to take photos of them.
Now quickly rushing into my files … to prove that I don’t lie …

The first here from 2015 -03- 26.

64/5000 a pink arrow hit and the blooming magnolia attached on my chest
This one from 2016-04-03 … and the same tree.

64/5000 a pink arrow hit and the blooming magnolia attached on my chest

… I am an honest one … for sure!

Ah … that blue shiny sky … and spring … less clothes … soon!

“Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are.”
Gretel Ehrlich.

With Crimped Edge

The radio is on during my night. Now and then I wake up and listen. Then I go back to sleep. This night – welcoming a Sunday – I woke up to sacred hymns. I don’t like ”the sacred” but sometimes I like ”the hymns”. Hymns often give me nice childhood memories. My dear Aunt was a wonderful singer and a strong believer. I’m not!

I listened to the beautiful song ”Strålande stjärna” (also called Gläns över sjö och strand, Bethlehem star) In the program I see they played the song in 3 different versions.

I woke up to the last …

strålande stjärna
som en bankad mässingsskiva
med krusad kant

… probably it was disturbing me. And that poem popped up in my head.

glorious star
as a beaten slab of brass
with crimped edge

Couldn’t go to sleep for a long time after …

Traditional … and … the other (on Spotify).

And now I wonder …

… if some part of my brain is allert and awake … when I’m asleep?

Ps. Listening again when I’m awake_awake I find it not so bad but isn’t it too languishing slow!?

A kind of infinite music and questioning … like dancing around ”the point is”…

Blue Love in Hearts

In the Stream – A Dedication

Sometimes I look up the words. To see what different meanings it can have. When I read about ”specific” …. well …

particular, specified, fixed, set, determined, distinct, definite, single, individual, ….

determined, specific, definite, particular, fixed, given

Individual, private, unadopted, separate, specific, personal

… it could be me ….
… some of the characters just on the point … ha ha …
… some lacking too …

Then I saw what Eddaz had written .. specifics about the man with M (= the man with a uppercase M = a very special one, it’s an expression in Sweden)… to spend the life together with …

Then I turned the perspective – in my mind – and thought …

-What would and should a man appreciate about me – the man with uppercase M!?

Like the pope said when he visited Sweden last summer – he had heard about the strong Swedish women and that Swedish men – therefor – look for women abroad … ha ha … they have problem with the strong ones …

So it has to be a man who is …  really … interesting, broadminded, humble and strong, caring and loving, creative ….. like me … ha ha …

I thought I hade such a man … but after 45 years it turned out … thinking about the pope now … I was mistaken …

As I said before – I love interesting people! Creative people!

in the stream
like two flakes of ice
crossing
over each other and for a moment
melting together

A dedication to extra ordinary men – those I have met and these I will meet …

The Danube in ice - Budapest

 

Feelers needed – for two

I also believe in miracles! Miracles in the tiniest. Miracles in the mighty great universe. Miracles in minds.

feelers needed
walking in life of miracles
for two
with a watcher in the middle
enjoying the path way

It’s not enough to look closer! You have to look even closer! If you don’t want to miss the tiniest. Watch out …. Click on the pictures!

MACRO - Pentatomidae Bärfis

Did you see him in the above photo?
This is the miracle about macro shooting. Always surprises back home looking at the day’s result.
I find the ones I first didn’t see … miracle every time … and so fascinating ❤

MACRO - Pentatomidae Bärfis
Nobody else but me saw this exciting happenings in Budapest city center by the Danube  close to Chain Bridge. I showed a girl but I think she got scared by the bugs.
People were occupied  with selfies – with Buda Castle or the bridge in the background.

Carpe Diem: #1119 Miracles.