Waiting for…

a family visit in the hot summer sun of Oslo. Watching the blue, blue sky in quiet solitude I wait for the disturbance of voices. This week has been too silent, silent, silent. Some disruption is welcome. There will be sounds in my house; discussions, singing, the sound of papers read with coffee cup clinks.

Now, while anticipating life to stop by, I draw myself waitingImage

Monday, Monday…

First one in a loooooong time, were I have had time to just sit and think. Which is probably why I got all sentimental and “teenagy”. The result is uncensored rambling. I made myself cringe as I read the result. I drew instead…

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I know! The sentimentality of Bad, bad poetry! is enough to drown you, however I am lucky to have my “self sarcasm” to float me…

What more do you need for your Monday, Monday…

Sitting on the bus

I realise that the heavy smoker sitting behind me is a strong believer in the Power of Perfume. However it is a sad fact that in the battle between the smell of heavy smoking and the heavy application of perfume there really is no winner – at least not from my currently miserable point of view

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