All this race towards a glory is almost finished. From last cards reading I got to know what I knew is true, that I need to remain here, in this place that so many times I betray with my wishful thinking of the streets of India and mountains of Africa. To be like a pope, reading from a book, while all the world is settle down just right, and woman's star is shining high, and good news are coming up, with voices that show the path, and the forces that stay calm, ready to explode or just remain, like an atom of fictional strength.

African songs are sounding loud in the corridors of our house, where sometimes we also pray to god and then the spirits are coming upon us and the music is flowing down like the rivers of life towards and from our hearts, and all is just fine and laugh is heard in the corners of our souls.

With the first signs of springs there is gonna be a change, all people are flying away and new birds are coming to the nest.

Once there was a marriage, a huge celebration of love and light. Once there was a man who thought that all he writes can become a truth. Once there will be a marriage where all will be fine and birds will be chirping loud.


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All is spinning around, even nature is not staying calm and me like a tree dreaming about having wings and fly just above into the wild.

It seems that all is in accelarated movement, people are coming and leaving, staying so short or too long to become a moments of your memory. Memory that plays a game with you showing you things that you dont want to see or the ones that you dont know why actually seeing them at all.

Paths and roads we try to take and the one marked for us. Emotions that flatter with the world and sounds. Where to go if one place to stay is just under your feet and you are standing here. Maybe all the puzzles got into the place where once and for all the world can sing a song. Just do what you want and look through deep brown eyes into the world that keeps away wars and the flow of blood.

Two weeks ago I had a date with Norwegian Sol, first I thought it was a soul, a norwegian soul. I was too much attached to this vision of soul that I totally missed a sol, a norwegian sol that was shining to my eyes. Then I saw it as for the first time even though it was always standing there and shining through the sky a beautiful norwegian sun, and then i hit the road, old track that the dogs know is the road to home, where people laugh and argue but still the end is fine. I hit the road that brought me back to the souls of norwegian sol, to the places and people I know and where I feel like at home. And people coming, going, passing by, in too much hurry to stop and cry, as me when I hit the road and old this track, back home. And I felt I could fly and just move into the the sky, while dancing with the sun just becoming one.


Sometimes I feel I try to find, a home, a wife, a cattle and a pond, to look through the windows of my house and just feel that I don't have to go on. Is it a dream that comes to me or I paint a dream of all. Just want to be by your side and laugh and love and cry.

While walking by the fjord I see the rocks that still remain in their divine mind. So strong and tough, while ocean cries out the songs that I try to catch in words.

So there is a time to open your eyes and see where you are, and there is a time to open your heart and say thank you to the sky, and there is a time when I will fly to the waves of all kinds, where you will be there waiting by my side looking into the sun.