Cobblestone memory
Walking the streets of Stockholm’s old town we only notice tourists. These last day of spring they flock around the souvenir shops, snap selfies or pull their roller-bags on cobblestones. […]
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Dusk
You taste my hands preparing us for dusk, in tangerine the sky adorns itself for dusk. We listen for the nightingales to sing, and let the longing of our lips […]
Compassion
Did you ever see a mantis praying for its prey, a lion letting go, a snake with antivenom tears or a broker breaking down if he have won? Did you […]
Human Nature
This burning urge, this itch of greed to grab what’s green: This yearn to pilfer, steal, to launder dough in offshore bank accounts, This. our lust of being rich has […]
May Nocturne
Inhale the pliant moments squeezed between the brazen blackbird singing and the silver filigree of bashful stars. Inhale and listen to the massive scent of May, that bird-cherry-blossom-sweet perfume, dancing […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 