Saturday, March 21, 2015



I saw you from far away
Was it 1971 or was it when they build
La Tour Eiffel?
Paris, an old love
With your Boulevard Saint Michel
Le Brigade Tigre
A good Bordeaux
I saw your impressionist
Sit near Le Seine
L'amour is living in a small
But coming back
For another romance to
Ville de la Lumiere
Even when I did not get
Your accent right

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Valleys of water
And I walked in clouds of rain
Remember beaches of jewels
On the island of Iona
I was put in a kilt
Became once again
A member of the clan
I ate your haggis
With a glass of brew
Scotland, Celtic, Edinburgh
Saw Connery play an eagle
It might have been a birdy too
Why is it
That I hear you call
From far away hills in the north
Your mysterious light
Alba land
Bagpipe strand
Warriors abound
Where strength is found

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Thursday, March 19, 2015

Mr. Sane


Mr. Sane, Mrs. Sane,
You don’t feel any pain
You keep going over the jumps
And don’t mind any bumps

With your eyes on eternity
In fact they are full of clarity
You don’t mind the past
Neither if things don’t go slow or fast

Mr. Sane, Mrs. Sane,
A journey into the future
You can live in any culture
Remember the art you were living
Do it once over again, just giving

Mr. Sane, Mrs. Sane,
When you meet Mrs. Blue
or maybe Mr. I-don’t-like-you
You understand and life goes on
Your future hasn’t gone

Mr. and Mrs. Sane, just once more
As we see, pure to the core
To you life is a never-ending game
Not interested in any fame
But just the fun of being you!

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It did not happen!


”There it was, the Time Machine, standing in the big hall with glass walls. And how was it operated?  You stepped inside of  - it was a little small metal space – and you postulated the future and there you are!

That sounds awefully simple but not for historian Wondermann of some renowned university.
Because, how did he go about it?
He was asked by newspaper The Newz to write an article with scientific input about the Time Machine. He was more than willing to share his expertise, as he saw it. And share his cultivated scepsis.

And so, he stepped into the Time Machine, intending to put it to the test. With malice aforethought! He was going to go into the future -  driving a car on a far away planet was his plan - with the thought that it did not happen. This was an experiment and might prove the Time Machine a bogus and a hoax. Because how could this ever work out?
But it did!
For good!

In fact, Wondermann was never seen again after he stepped into the Time Machine. Those in care of it looked inside, around it, under it, anywhere and could not find him after his disappearance had been discovered.

Wondermann had gone up in smoke. He was not of this world anymore.

The Time Machine had read into it to put him in the future but at the same time that it did not happen and so made the fellow disappear, that simple really.

"Now, you can think of this story what you want, you can do with it what you will, I would not care,”
said the teacher to the class. ”After all, it did not happen!”

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The Octahedron Meteor

The Octahedron Meteor

Jewels have always been at the center of man’s desires. And one vibrant stone in particular. The Octahedron Meteor. Made out of glass it seemed,  for the untrained eye. But not so in actual fact. A 26 karat galactic diamont, as big as a house, the ever sought-after precious collectors item of any member of the Universal Gem Society.

”But how to obtain it in our collection”, was the one obsessive thought that had circled through the minds of the many of the Society.

Because, it had been travelling through space since time immemorial and never was owned, except in the thoughts of these very members of the UGS.
An excruciating circumstance.

”We will send out a space probe. Damn, I don’t know! Can somebody else come up with an idea?       I mean, we have to do something now before it will fly by within the next days, as you all know,” uttered chairman Tockville in desperation during the extraordinary meeting of the Society.

”I have no idea how”, engineer Franks said.

Tockville’s secretary, Mrs. Johansson, raised up from her chair, looked around and continued.
”Well, I tell you all something else. You might have possibly forgotten about the fact that there is no way we are ever going to touch it. Remember, it was the very first object ever created in the universe. It is owned by no one and still, by everyone. You own it on exclusion of others and you will pull the plug out of this playing field!  
So, I suggest we just let it fly by.”

”With all respect, madam, but I couldn’t care less about your proposal,” Tockville responded.  ”If having the stone in our collection would mean the end of this universe, we shall simply start a new one and we would build it around it. How is that for an idea?  So, again, don’t let me sit here with the problem, all by myself. This is a one-time chance in eternity! And I want it in our collection!”

Johansson stood up and walked over to one of the windows and looked outside. ”You have no idea what you are dealing with” she responded. Her attention got caught by an unusual light.
The low spirit in the meeting room didn’t match the cheers of people out on the street. Why?
Well known astronomer John Inxs explained it all on national tv: that meteor was sparkling  light while it went through the atmosphere; it could not burn up or spark fire because diamant is hardest of them all. But it was sending off light with the intensity of avatars, buddha’s, masters of the universe.

And for the Universal Gem Society and mrs. Johansson, standing in front of the window, looking out?
She was elected chairman in the next meeting, just one week later. How could that happen suddenly?
A sudden awaking spark of wisdom with all involved? Or common sense?
Who knows?!

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Monday, March 16, 2015



Empty canvass, untouched

The painter enters the room

His playfield like any other

What you do with this new day

What colour does he use

What's the kind of game

All of that

Is answered with a first simple stroke

On the canvass, on the violin, with you hand

Another masterpiece, simply by yourself

Or for others to see, hear, feel

And all because it is another morning

A new chance, a new day

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Sunday, March 15, 2015


Skarhult, February 2015

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Summer 2014

Skarhult, summer 2014

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Saturday, March 14, 2015


Imagination, imagination

My good old friend !

"You must be dreaming" and

"Are you out of your mind"

Were too limited a view

Of your character

With the artist, the creator,

The dreamer of dreams

Is gone the bad news

And statements that all is lost

Why not boot out those worries

And find in their place

Your imagination, imagination

Your dearest friend

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Skåne, little big, big little, endless, small, wide, big land

Holland flat by times and your trees have all gone

Sugarbeet heaps and yellow flax fields

Castle land and farmers hands

Your accent I still don't have

Nature is ruling here

Buzzard and pike

Summer and


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Friday, March 13, 2015


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 I shot this photo in the winter of 2013, near the castle of Skarhult, Skåne, South Sweden.
With a Sony Xperia. It was during the sunset and the lighting was just right.
It's when you catch the right moment. And that moment has a tendency to disappear.