Tag Archive for ‘Writing’

What if

What if

What if there is no heaven
nor a hell below
You would constantly be reborn
Not as a mouse or a wolf
You was forced to live
Someone else's life
A middle age king in abundance
Or a homeless on the street
A character in a crime novel
The handsome bright detective
or the victim, just a beautiful corpse
An endless cycle
Like the Tellus spins around the sun
Would that mean
Heaven and hell
simultaneously on earth
Just a question of
Fortunate, have it all one percent
Struggling, ninety nine percent
A throw of the Universe dice
or, how did you love here and now
Tänk om
Det inte finns någon himmel
och heller inget helvete där nere
Du skulle ständigt återfödas
inte som mus eller ulv
Du skulle tvingas leva om
Någon annans liv
En medeltids kung i överflöd
eller en hemlös på gatan
En karaktär i en deckare
Den snygga och smarta detektiven
eller offret, bara ett vackert lik
I en evighets cykel
Som Tellus snurrar runt solen
Skulle det innebära
Himmel och helvete
samtidigt på jorden
Det är bara en fråga om
Lyckosam, en procenten som har allt
Kämpande, nittionio procenten
Ett tärningskast av universum
eller, hur du visat kärlek här och nu

Try not to overthink, ha de Gött!

Let there be light

Let there be light

Perhaps not the most famous church in Barcelona, but one I really wanted to see. The Basilica of Santa Maria del Mar plays a central role in the novel La Catedral del Mar (Cathedral of the Sea) by Ildefonso Falcones. It’s been many years since I read it, but it left a lasting impression on me. A powerful story of good and evil, justice and injustice, and how the Church, meant to stand for good, often—almost always—ends up on the side of evil.

The church was built between 1329 and 1383 in the Catalan Gothic style. It was constructed largely by unpaid labor from the common people, and is therefore sometimes referred to as the ‘workers’ cathedral’—a detail well described in Falcones’ book. The main character, Arnau Estanyol, finds work as a porter, carrying goods from the dock on his back. These porters were called bastaixos, and in the little spare time they had after work, they carried stones to help build the church.

The play of light inside is impressive, likely designed to suggest the presence of God. Whether divine or coincidental, I happened to be in the right spot at the right time as sunlight struck the cross—a beacon of hope, so needed today when dark forces and false prophets seem to be gaining more and more power.

Let the ray of hope shine, ha de Gött!

Talk it out

Talk it out

A sight rarely seen these days but common back in the day. The phone booth.

When I was in school back in the 80:ties when the cold war was at it’s coldest. We read a book about peace where the theme was that as the means of communication improved, peace and understanding would follow. Today it has never been easier to communicate all around the world. Yet we have never been so misinformed as today.

Picture is taken in Oslo. Just a few meters away from the Nobel Peace centre and the Oslo City hall where the award ceremony for the Nobel Peace Prize are held December 10 every year.

I leave the red phone booth as a beacon of hope, ha de Gött!

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Sun in my eyes

Sun in my eyes

Solen i mina ögon.
Med solen i mina ögon.
Sitter jag vid havet.
Vattenmild höstbris i mitt ansikte.
Bländar min själ till lugn.

English version.
With the sun in my eyes.
I sit by the sea.
Water mild autumn breeze in my face.
Blinding my soul to calm.

Wish the good moments last longer, ha de Gött!

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Crashing

Crashing

Disunion waves.
Overwhelming.
Us and them.
Gasping not to drown.
In haze.
Lighthouse beacon.
Relentless Hope.
Standing firm.

Svensk version

Splittringens vågor.
Överväldigande.
Vi och dom.
Kippar efter andan.
I dimman.
Fyrens ljus.
Obevekligt hopp.
Står obeveklig.

Will we ever learn, ha de Gött!

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Fairy dance

Fairy dance

In fading late summer light.

Fairies come out in dance.

Shy, in long white veils.

Melting together in mist.

Tucking in nature for the night.

Svensk version

Älvdans

I blekt sensommarljus.

Älvorna komma ut i dans.

Blygt, i långa vita slöjor.

Smälter samman i dimma.

Stoppar om naturen för natten.

This is inspired by my father-in-law who had a name for this type of mist “Älvdans” Fairy Dance. Ha de Gött!

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