Guess who it is?
She cupped the silk of her hands to cover my eyelids with warmth, and whispered with cotton wool softness into the depth of my ears. “Guess who it is?” The […]
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Now we’re not
Once — we used to disagree with dark stars falling from the new year’s firework. but silence afterwards was cold rain a Thursday morning in November. Once — we used […]
Utopia is close
Utopia is close my dear, closer than you think, but it’s neither land of plenty nor a constant struggle. It’s neither dream nor for real. It’s neither rain nor sunshine. […]
A mile of your laughter
Bring me your sunrise and in evening winks of your moon. Bring me a mile of your laughter and candyflossed words. Bring me a bat of your lashes and a […]
Money for nothing?
I might leave a larger tip if you bat your lashes and wink me tender. I might pay you well for impish grins, but then again, I might thank you […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 