tisdag 17 mars 2009

Absence


Once a forest - now a wound.
Fallen trees, naked ground.


fredag 13 mars 2009

lördag 7 mars 2009

Dear madam

Here she lies - decently covered up, proud, big and fat.
As soon as the temp outside gets warm (as warm as paint will allow to dry) - it will be panic.
She will undress.
And then - oh what a pleasure!
Tonnes of joy.

I miss you


The time stops, when something dreadful happens.

A terrible message reached me, telling something that will change things forever.
Life is never going to be like it was.


There will always be another day - even if one of us is not there anymore.