Feed the sparrows
Come, tie a fragrant wreath of roses, and let its perfume fill our noses. Then dance me dizzy, light the pyres Let’s fill this graveyard with desire. Come, wrap me […]
Daily Archives: June 11, 2016
More breeze than sorrow
“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn’t show.” – Andrew Wyeth The rib cage of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 