Ingrid Laskó ...inside and out...

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Allting börjar på något vis någonstans vid någon tidpunkt. Det handlar bara om vad det är man vet, om allting. Det börjar någon gång men det tar aldrig slut. För vem skulle bestämma när och hur det tar slut? Hela tiden händer det något nytt. Något ytterligare. Som förlänger. Som utökar. Som tillför. När jag
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I call: – Mr God, are you there?

I think that if God exist, he also got an iPhone. I mean, he must have lot’s of people that he must connect with, all the time. So, I call: – Mr God, are you there? Can we chat for some minute? If you not are too busy at this moment? Because I’ve lot’s of
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To pray or not to pray

I’m certainly not an ateist. But I have difficulty seeing the benefits of God. I mean, you don’t know, if God exist. The neighbour Bertil though, he exist (just as an example). Let’s play with a thought that you pray to Bertil, doesn’t that fill exactly the same function as if you pray to God?
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Pieces of puzzle

A man in a canoe. The man isn’t anyone. The man in the canoe is my grandfather. It could have been just a picture, any picture, of my grandfather. But this is not any picture. I’ve always, in my whole life, wondered where my love to wood and handicraft comes from. Noone else in my
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Thunder rumbled and flashed

In the middle of the night. In the middle of the summer. In the middle of the year of 1968. A little girl, screamed and screamed. Outside, thunder rumbled and flashed, not for the first time that summer. Every time the thunder rumbled and flashed, the little girl screamed. If it was in the middle
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Like a watershed

The year was 1997. Like a watershed. Before. And. After. The year was 1997. Something ends and make a beginning possible. The “before” will and shall always be there. Impossible to delete. It’s like when you walk up from the water after a swim – but now, you never will be able to dry. The
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You could feel the smell of early autumn

Long, thick dark hair. Her waist was so narrow that her husband easily reached around her waist with his hands. She was young, only twenty years old. He was tall and slim, twentyseven years old. You could feel the smell of early autumn. The leaves on the trees had just started to fell. There were
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Cracks

Everything is trancelusent. Try to fix my sight on something but if my eyes stop searching everything will crack. One step. One step forward! Forward! I CAN cycle but my brain has forgot how to do to live the life. It shouldnt be more difficult then cycle when you can cycle. Right! One step. One
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To be or not to be?

When you think. Is it then you exist? Then you ARE…? The word ”should”. You know. The word ”should” swish and roar and even breaks through the head. Swish! I shouldn’t write this. It’s too weird! It’s kind of impossible to talk to someone, about it. Noone should understand. I try to imagine to try
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The Mountains speach

The Mountains are speaking without words You say you can see Me, shoot Me, catch Me But… Can you feel Me? they asks You say you can wander Me, climb Me, conquer Me But… Can you hear Me? they asks The wind the snow, and the storm comes and goes The moon the stars, and
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