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To change or to be changed

November 28, 2017by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) 23 Comments

To change or to be changed; that’s the difference between the noblest art of suffering or to sling the arrows for your future. It’s either to take arms against the […]

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Why did we cease to think?

July 14, 2016by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) 20 Comments

Perched on Odin’s shoulder Muninn sits repeating stories from the past: from when his brother Huginn still foresaw a future bright to pave our path. When thought’s not longer seen […]

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Towards the slaughterhouse

July 13, 2016by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) 63 Comments

We never hesitated, followed you. We forged ahead until the end. We never walked on narrow roads. With joyful eyes and speedily towards the slaughterhouse we went. We are the […]

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Borders drawn

June 18, 2016by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) 33 Comments

With borders drawn, on maps and carved through hearts, and barbed with fences, walls and words; it’s the day democracy destroys itself. But you have a choice to close your […]

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Why still ambiguous?

November 24, 2015by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) 19 Comments

As branches bends for desert winds, close to breaking, and the weight of what I’ve said is slightly less than my mute retort inside. They send me feathers white of […]

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