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fredag 27 april 2012

Grace

I can´t believe all that has happened. I can´t believe where I am. I can´t believe that I got me here. I can´t believe what is actually my reality. I think it´s time to get that tatoo. To signify perhaps the most important time in my life. A time that turned everything upside down. A time that saw me flying and soaring. Broken and fallen. But always and forever.

Me.

Detektivbyrån – Om Du Möter Varg

fredag 20 april 2012

Roll on!

Äntligen, äntligen fredag! Snart ska jag få åka tåg och sedan flygplan och sedan bil. Till ett hus, i en stad som är så gammal att den har en stadsmur från Romartiden. Till teaterförställningar och country roads och engelskt te. Men, framför allt, till en man som väljer att se mig, hela mig. Bara för att han helt enkelt inte kan låta bli. Och så är han så vacker att klockorna stannar! Så, jag kommer att vara lite osynlig ett tag framöver. Bara så ni vet.

Laters!

torsdag 19 april 2012

Vapour trail

You tell me that my hair changes color, switches shades -- depending on how much light goes through it. You tell me that there is bits of black in there. Bits of blonde and brown in the cascade of red. "I don´t think I will ever get bored with you", I say. And then your green eyes start to glitter. You smile through my screen and across an ocean. And I suddenly know that I´ve never been more right about anything in my life.


onsdag 18 april 2012

Salt of the earth

I´ve been here before, you know. Two times I think. But there is a difference. I really respect who you are. I really respect your heart. I really respect your mind. We are equals. Falling in love with a man with and open heart is just as headless as it should be. I´m still down on my knees. My head is still in the clouds. I´m still scared out of my wits, but I still can´t help myself. The differenting factor here. Regarding you. Is that I know already that I could love you. And that you are so worthy.

PJ Harvey – Hanging On The Wire

tisdag 17 april 2012

Airport rendevouz

Good lord, I can´t wait! Good lord, why is Friday taking so long? Good lord, this is driving me crazy! Good lord, can things really get more intense than this?


lördag 14 april 2012

Thank you!

I think this is going to be fast. I think this is going to be one of those instances when "you just know". I think I already sort of love you. And after tonight, I´m pretty sure I´m not wrong.

Taylor Swift – Mine

fredag 13 april 2012

Pet name

It was always wrong. When you called me sweetheart. (With the cutest Irish intonation.) It always made my stomach turn. When you referred to me as babe. (Again, with the intonation.) I could never figure out why. Always thought it might have something to do with him. (Although he never called me something as cliché as sweetheart.) I think I was wrong. I think it always had everything to do with you and only you.




torsdag 12 april 2012

Perfection

S: We are going to be apart for a while, so I wanted to ask you if you have any doubts? Is there anything we need to clear up before I go?
Jag: No. I always trust my stomach in these situations. It´s telling me that everything is just as it should be. Everything is right.
S: Your stomach?
Jag: Yes.
S: But Nina, what about your heart?

Matters of the heart

Så sitter vi där. Och glor mest på varandra genom Skype. Jag säger: "Perhaps we should sign off now. It´s getting late". Och så sitter vi kvar ändå. Och ler mot varandra genom bildrutor, över mil och hav och tidsförskjutning, och det känns hela vägen ner i magen att detta stämmer. Att detta är rätt. Du säger: "Nina, I should let you get to now." Och ja, det borde du. Svarar jag. Sedan sitter vi kvar och tittar på varandra och sedan tittar vi ännu lite mer. Och vet inte riktigt vad vi ska säga, för det här är så konstigt, så annorlunda. Det enda vi vet. Det enda som är helt säkert. Är att det känns som om vi aldrig vill slutat titta. Och jag kan inte riktigt sluta le.

Kära läsare

Ni verkar gilla English mycket mer än Irish. Och ja, i retrospekt kan jag verkligen förstå varför...

John Martyn – Cocaine