Hope

In stockholm I saw this guy, he had just bought a finnish flag and was extremely happy that he could show from what country he was.

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Last week I met a woman on the street. She was middleaged, quite worn-down, wore a bandana, a gross dirty-white jacket and soft pants. She was smoking a cigarette without holding it, like a locomotive sort of. The locomotive was carrying a big box of Yves Rocher products.

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Elvis, on a 24h cruise somewhere between sweden and finland. To my friend he said: "and you're the queen" with the familiar trés cool voice, just after she called out "Elvis!"

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Myller av dofter i ränder av
utdragna serpentiner,
en fläkt från dörren som stängs med en djup suck.
Andas in allt tillsammans med en försiktig förväntan,
fyller lungorna.
...
Duschstrålar som påminner om en kär och bekant handstil.
Spretiga tecken.


Translation:
Crowds of scents in strings of
pulled-out serpentines,
a breeze from the door which shuts with a deep sigh.
Breathe in everything along with a careful expectation,
fills my lungs.
...
Showerbeams which reminds of dear and familiar handwriting.
Straggly characters