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Some decisions taken!

It always feel crazy to sit with my computer pulling on some buttons, and then… the first STOP after Manila, is decided! That wasn’t an easy job. I mean, how many islands have this country…??? More then a few. So I have google lot’s of times now, and my first stop will be Panglao, in the
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don’t wait

don’t wait for the moon to speak don’t wait for the sun to kill the moon don’t wait for another breath only stay in a frozen smile

the shadow will follow me

I’ll take my things and leave for some days. I can change my things but I can’t change my brain, I mean – what I have in my brain, will follow me like my shadow. There is moments when I long for to change my brain. A new update. Delete all old stuff and start
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Nothingness

I wonder. How is the place of nothingness. Is there silence. Is there air. Does your heart beat. Is there any thoughts. Does your brain create any thoughts. Hovering just around as a spirit. Can you tell me???

If..! (Jean Michel Jarre)

I like to talk somewhere no one can hear us in I built the wall safe and sound, safe and sound No distractions, interactions Here we are, together and face to face (Face to face) No escaping, concentrating Yeah. it’s hard when you’re never gonna beat the race And if, if we had the time
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If you not have lived my life you know nothing

I like taking me out on a thin film of ice without being able to see what’s underneath, and I know that the sun shines from a clear blue sky ought to warm up but it doesn’t and if I think another thought, the ice will crack.   Laglöst land (Nordman) Som en varg I
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One moment in space

One moment in space can be a whole life or just one moment thousand light-years long or one thousandth of a second short   One word in space can be a whole encyclopedia or just one word thousand light-years long or one thousandth of a second short   One thought in space can be a
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Själens nyckel

Jag tar min själ i handen – Vart för den mig, jag undrar – Den vill visa mig den glömda glädjen …

Not even three and a half kilo

A well-shaped girl. Ten toes, ten fingers. She fills her lungs with air and let the world know that now she is here. At least in the small town Avesta. The mother and father give her the name Mai Elisabeth Ingrid. If Ingrid that day would have been possible to choose  if she really should
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Early spring

Marsch 16, 1965. You can imagine that the snow just has melted away, or maybe there is some snow heaps left here and there as traces of the snow plow. A gentle spring rain enhances the aromas and one can hear birds chirping among the birch trunks. It drops from the icicles that not have
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