Licentia Poetica

"If we shadows have offended

Think but this, and all is mended -

That you have but slumber´d here,

While these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme,

No moore yielding but a dream,

Gentles, do not reprehend;

If you pardon, we will mend."

No Doubt

Foxes never walks out in the night

without bringing that shadow

of a doubt which all small

harekids carries

around their

neck !

Wanderer

One miljon twohoundredfourtifour thousend and threehoundred and nintysix red roses to our father and clanleader who today has been on this earth for eighty four years. That´s really something !!!!!!!!

Family

4 days of completely harmony with both our girls floating around us like two healing spirits. One from the deep, deep forests and the other from the big world outside our windows. Close cocooning and nice meetings with close friends and relatives. Relaxed discussion of now and then. Creative work in the bubbling insidegarden of the eternal mother. And of course a lot of happy food and beatiful farts. Just a real "lisa" for our souls.

A night in transform

Who has ever thought of the possibillity to grew a mindless worm of happiness in the arms of a warm gun? We really belive in making far out happiness babies in every moment when we frie our pins in the pan. You are really enough educatied to realize that a humans life is about the same as a flie in the warm wind of the big mans breath. Why can´t we realize that our seconds of the selfmade picture is enough? Always wanting moore............ and moore........and moore.........

Fabian 16

There is really something amazing about time. It really feels like it was last week you were laying on that sheepskin coat on the ground in that old circustent as the newborn prince and I.L. were crying like hell behind the velvetpurplecastle. Yesterday we gathered around you, three generations, and just took so much delight in giving you another familypearl in your neckless of time. We are so proud! Thanx and just continue to unfold your path of life. Its so beautiful and its just yours !!

Weaverbirds

Red threads are woven
into a completely inconceivable
carpet of shabby threads
and inimitable patterns,
which pretends to be
smiling torches in a
charcoalblack
dance
of
death.

True Love

Challenge is another way of exchange of fire. Words instead of bullets.

Rest instead of peace........Who can imagine how to stumble over the power of your own insomnia?

The braveless kids teach me everyday how to reach out for the beating heart of the sleeping GIANT.

Soooo give me please something else instead of these small pearls of

the old crusade once again !

I really want to make a deal. A deal of great conserne.

If I give my restless soul to the burning point of randome life you all give me the fragile touch between tears of glass and stars with no memory.

A Walk of freedom

Today we went for a long ,long walk, my little brown bear and me. I was happy, he was happy and the trees were so happy that they tried to reach the sun with their branches. We went throug the land of black soil and oakhills. The remaining snow was resting in the ditches like very calm blankets and tansfering into purling water that seeked its way down the drains. We saw the green coming up and the very deepgreen moss resting on the huge oaklimbs. All the sounds and smells came like a " petite cadaux" for us after this strange and varied winter. Springtime is arriving like a blue eyed girl with sparkling eyes.

Back in reality......

A month have past and everything is just as cunfusing as always.

After a long journy by my fathers side he has just grabbed the straw of life again. This also means that I come back to my reality like cannonball in full speed.

My journey just took a break on the other side of the river Styx.

I really saw this very famous dog bark like hell................................

This last week I has though been with my head in Heaven. The whole family and some really good friends visited Anna in the land of dreams and took part of the world I´m longing for.

Longing so much that I ruined the homecome of my beloved wife.

Just seeing her standing there att the airport of Skavsta with a piece of everydays life made me completely furios.

Really without any reasonably cause.

This furiosity must be the compressed longing of another life.

I just tasted it for one week and now I´m back in my destructive treadmill.

As P.J. says; -"I turned my Welcome sign to Closed"