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.
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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.
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Showerbeams which reminds of dear and familiar handwriting.
Straggly characters
1 Comments:
At 5:15 em, lina said…
Shit, det är fortfarande så fint att det gör alldeles ont. Och jag älskar dig för att du ser de här sakerna.
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