That's it |
If you like, you may read the blog (1-54), the translated version of my soon-to-be-published book "Blir du ledsen om jag dör?", and if you are Swedish and want a real, non-digital copy of your own, se...
Posted by Andreas on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 07:03:00 PST |
54 |
One year, I count one year
Posted by Andreas on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 06:54:00 PST |
53 |
I: Do you like the fact I am gone?You: Yes, somewhat*Time twenty minutes past three* I am homesick* I have nothing*Not a single thought...
Posted by Andreas on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 06:54:00 PST |
52 |
How will we ever be able to be together?*I force you where I am forced to*Peeling my chest*Too much time spent under the sun*Silver threads, against the band of my trousers...
Posted by Andreas on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 06:53:00 PST |
51 |
Inside electric fittings isects are buzzing*Against the metal cealing*I cannot understand what you speak of*Regrets, I should have read your diary
Posted by Andreas on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 06:51:00 PST |
50 |
I choose them with great care*False letters*What is the purpose in writing you
Posted by Andreas on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 06:50:00 PST |
49 |
You were beautiful*One of my legs is shorter than the other
Posted by Andreas on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 06:50:00 PST |
48 |
Troubled wrinkle between your eyes when you come*I figure I always wanted to ask you about that
Posted by Andreas on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 06:49:00 PST |
47 |
I engulf the horizon*It will soon be over*My hands play with matches*Laughing*Like children do*6000 kilometres away from you...
Posted by Andreas on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 06:48:00 PST |
46 |
Animals*Fake humans*Broken seals*Nights are passing*I have loved you since the day you were born*That I despised you&
Posted by Andreas on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 06:47:00 PST |
