Hippiefy me

PICS) L.A. 2012

Sharp edges and longing

Taking self-portraits is comfortable, to say the least. Worth mentioning; I left Paris September 1st. Back on Swedish ground, building my own ground to stand on when it's time to wander off again.

Absence

I have scarcely left you 

When you go in me, crystalline,
or trembling,
or uneasy, wounded by me
or overwhelmed with love, as
when your eyes
close upon the gift of life
that without cease I give you.

My love,
we have found each other
thirsty and we havedrunk up all the water and the
blood,
we found each other
hungry
and we bit each other
as fire bites,
leaving wounds in us.

But wait for me,
keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
a rose. 

Pablo Neruda

We might be dead by tomorrow

With every little cell in my body, I actually feel like I'm dying when I see this video, because it is so beautiful, so real, so pure, and it visualizes what I think everyone wishes for somewhere well hidden. I'm just blown away by it and the music and lyrics.

 

Epiphany

Stage one amazement and infatuation is over; overtaken, by reality and its inability to follow the right path and climb its way over the tremendous mountains of the doubts in my mind only to continue down rafting in the river that leads to complete surrender, where the water floods rushing and seeks its way through the channels of my eyes and sips out in the shape of one single tear slowly dancing down my cheek.

You follow the shape of my lips with the tip of your tongue until you reach the corner of my mouth where the tear has settled with the excuse of licking it away along with everything it stands for, so I kiss you in despair and you kiss my breath away.

War is declared between us, in my army the explosive eagerness to unravel and ravish the hidden happiness that might await us, in yours a cold mind and immense fear of being consumed by passion and left outside the safe garden of the protective limits of self control.

I wait. As is all that lies in my power to do.

Att släppa taget och se på dig

"As an artist, a man has no place in Europe, save Paris"
Nietzsche

He forgot about the women, but it's okay.

Because Paris, I really really really do love you.

"It is a dream and you run away"

07:35 in the morning.
The sun has risen, it is so quiet outside
Paris is still asleep

I am awake in a dreaming world
And you are so beautiful
I see you
I see me

17° C of light air caressing me
I wouldn't have felt it the day before yesterday
Little molecules crawling down my skin
Funnels struck by light
Warble of the birds
I'm in love with everything

Intoxicated
It never felt like this before
It never felt like this before

Chained

I am bursting with anticipation over The xx new album release in September. This song (Chained) has been on constant repeat at my place since the release yesterday. Funny how it co-relates to an experience out of the ordinary, as well in time as in meaning and beauty.

"Open the darkness, I will see the light"

Life is the reason for my absence. My best friend will arrive to Paris in less than an hour. Mumford and Sons are releasing a new album. It's not raining in Paris (!!!). Today is quite OK.

Mon coeur

PIC) By Johanna Nordqvist

"If I didn't think, I'd be much happier."

Sylvia Plath

Keep your head up

Promise

Days like these, when the temperature is around 30° C, I miss my beautiful Stockholm and it's surrounding sea. Classes are now over, exams are waiting. Tonight I'm going to see Ben Howard, who has been singing me to sleep for the past 8 months or so. It will be magical.

When we were young

Angus Stone - Broken brights

26°

Tuning in for a quick "I'm alive" post. I've just been in over my head with things to do lately. Will be back soon with words and pictures. Until then, enjoy this classic: