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Long Live Love

February 17, 2022by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) 21 Comments

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:I love you as one loves certain obscure things,secretly, between the shadow […]

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Her words were avenues

October 27, 2015by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) 51 Comments

One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun through brush where a few leaves hang on. They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories. Names swallowed by […]

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Simplicity of love

October 15, 2015by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) 57 Comments

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, […]

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Yazidi weeping

May 11, 2015by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) 25 Comments

Go son, go down to the water And see the women weeping there Then go up into the mountains The men, they are weeping too The desert wind is full […]

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Constellations of your breath

May 7, 2015by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) 61 Comments

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, […]

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