Katrineholm — Isn’t it fitting that the last words that you wanted to be profound, couldn’t really be found at all? That they were bits and pieces of something potentially meaningful flitting about your brain, just out of reach. So you just jot down what you get, in bits and pieces, as they come. Wishing that they still will make sense to someone. Hoping that they will be read. Not because they are unforgettabl...
Accra — Edem. A beautiful tender soul. Her face has never appeared to me so clearly before; and she is smiling. Sometimes we totally forget but these beautiful people always remain with you; even when memorie...
Praha 1 — The meaning and purpose of dancing is to dance. Like music, it is fulfilled in the meaning of its course. You do not play a sonata to reach its final chord, and if the meanings of things were simply e...
A last sketch
The Little Pieces that Could.
A green & golden moment in July
Sometimes it happens: the sky gets closer, two skies after the rain.
Another rainy day and maybe something else
A daily walk
Stars are ghosts because of clouds , because of blinding lights
We humans like to possess even the most intangible things.
Puertas que son bocas abiertas al nuevo mundo. Iluminan senderos que antes fueron caminos tortuosos. Luceros de día, huidas de noche
La bruma no era bruma, era una niebla mentirosa que quiso disfrazarse de no pasa nada. Pero no era así. Caía directa sobre las almas mojadas de pesadumbre y rutinas.
Big moments, little moments.
An old auto driver, leads his passenger to the destination, as the roads ahead stretch. He yet, doesn't give up.
two puppies converse on their daily dilemmas and woes in puppy language. I only eavesdropped.