Your chaos
Passion cannot be measuredwith the scent of a tea rose in June,it cannot be toldfrom the first breeze at dawnnever to whisperbut screamed at the top of your lungs. Passion […]
My Lilith?
There was,a painted ladywith lustrous copper hairbeckoned, peacock me,with tempting vice transactionsBut, now much later I wonderWho lured whom?Can I find the answerin my silver-banded hairstreak?Was the lady a small […]
Modern pilgrimage
A modern pilgrim does not need a sacred reason for his or her journey. There are no bones of saints involved, but yet I believe a long hiker today shares […]
Cutting limes
Windward running carefree wilddancing with your inner child,summer beaches wine and songevening music makes you strongSo, forget November with his rainSun still smiling, yet no painNot counting days cause it’s […]
Sadness from the sea
A story ’bout the sailor’s lifehe had the sweetest girlIn happiness his trust he gavewhile she seduced an earl He built a cottage close to seait was the sweetest placehe […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 