Du II

Du holdt om min arm – solen skinnede – vi snakkede – vi grinede – det var varmt selvom det var tidligt på året – du rystede på hovedet så solens reflekser dryssede ud af håret – Du overskinnede solen […]

As If By…

A smell as if by flowers wafts towards me. Golden waves glide on a non-existing wind. A landscape in completion is before me. And yet it constantly seems to unwind. You smile and yet it does not reach your eye. […]