Our hearts singing – together in love euphoria – a moonlight serenade.
våra hjärtan kvittrar
i kärleksrus tillsammans
med sänkt huvud
och börda på skuldran
I love my dresses my mother made to me when I was a child. I have saved them dearly. They are so well and neat done.
My mother also sewed dresses to the princesses of Sweden because she was so particular when sewing. The princesses are our King’s sisters.
hon hade en dröm
och söta rynkor
She had a dream – dressed in flowers – and cute wrinkles.
report of the week
deadly struggle uphill and back
expel next week
in control of every situations
Stone to stone – made only to fit in – not for us.
Our meeting points – in so many levels – facing love.
Thinking about – where have all the guests gone – long time no see.
Listening and hear – but going on doing my own way – the crazy art whisperer.