Sense of you
Sense, sweet sense and you — You immense suspense of innocence You, my scent of myrrh and frankincense, come dance with me, commence gyrations, sting vibrations, be obscene on me, […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Pride
It’s not your mirrors but the way you pout your glossy lips and toss the shining tresses of your hair. It’s not your gold but the way you flaunt your […]
The library is closed
The zealous soldiers came at last with kerosene at dusk, in search of the forbidden books, in search of manuscripts and dreams. Dressed in black, they didn’t even ring the […]
Born invincible
Born invincible the aged librarian recalls his lucid youth when every day opened like the first page of a book and every letter bold was a soldier with a dandelion […]
Alone and well
Solitude — to me a word so different from loneliness, so sweet and rare, solitude is choice . Solitude is a precious state where I can find stories in the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 