Stars I can’t see
My skin is too thin not to write about stars cause caring’s a burden that’s heavy to bear. So I sit here writing of stars, about wind in my hair, […]
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To change or to be changed
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 […]
Let this be my manifesto
My future is to walk the aisles of libraries. To follow and to lead, to search in ancient scrolls and books not printed yet. My future is to write my […]
Jazz with the moss
Where trees jazz with wind so gently to magic of moss at summernight tarn; there I meet you at midnight and run my hands through gold of your hair. Come […]
Down at the club
Down at the club the drums beat jazz ba-bam ba-bam-bam-boo to taps of of hundred feet and humming sax: while with a tearful wail the trumpet hails our night of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 