The library is closed
The zealous soldiers came at last with kerosene at dusk, in search of the forbidden books, in search of manuscripts and dreams. Dressed in black, they didn’t even ring the […]
Born invincible
Born invincible the aged librarian recalls his lucid youth when every day opened like the first page of a book and every letter bold was a soldier with a dandelion […]
Alone and well
Solitude — to me a word so different from loneliness, so sweet and rare, solitude is choice . Solitude is a precious state where I can find stories in the […]
Avarice
In warmth of our sun, a bottle of wine we shared and listened to winds in the pines. Not rich we were pleased, we had all our needs, our wealth […]
The turning point
Imagine words as origami and fold your syllables to paper planes or crease them into cranes. Imagine paper to be sacred with those words released from windows to be shared. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 