Promises the monsoon bring
Parched — your stumbling sentences are smothered by a senseless sun. In silent sweat we waited for the wind we waited for the water a day when in the coolness […]
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Strawberry and linen sense
Sunwarm strawberries smothered softly with the whiteness of the whipped cream, and linen promises. Cellar cold the sweet German wine in narrow bottles is a golden dream of dew-drops on […]
This glowing night of sanguine hips
In glowing nights of sanguine hips, we shed our last maracas tears; to sway away when sun has slipped. From burning cheeks, mascara drips, but doom of dawn is not […]
Constellations of your breath
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, […]
The smell of gambas al Ajillo
The smell of tapas on la Rambla takes me back a thousand weeks I feel your skin as dewdrops on my glass Your hair as raven wings Your hand had […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 