Shrouded moon
This is the first time after summer when I think it will be dark enough for us to have a chance to see her friendly face. Overcast, but still I […]
Books are bulwark
Let books be bulwark, words preservedas ink on paper never changewhat’s written once we still observe The archived truths is oft immersedwith ancient sense, too often strangebut books are bulwark, […]
Genie in a bottle
Be careful, you may, get what you wish forkeep your loathing at bay, lock up your hateout of its bottle you’ve opened the doorfor the genie to act, settle the […]
Mythical Maps
In its twilight vastnessthe librarian is often lostamong obscure editionsfrom unknown publishers;among its shelvesthe dust has settledinto layers and beforehe finds familiarbooks, he pines forthe amazement offinally findingthose mythical mapshis […]
Believing
Once I believed that peace was the absence of war,that weapons were waste,that science of arms was harmthat forging swords into plow bills was always the best. Once I believed […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 