Freedom '10

You keep poking and pushing my inner core
Keep joking with what to me is acute
The soul you think is still for touching
Is now somewhere else in love,
Simply with another attitude.

I find it disturbing the way you talk
In such naïve tongues and tone
Filling your mouth with a credulous taste
And I find it hard to ignore,
To refrain or to leave alone.

"We" is not us or the things in our past
The grip on my wrist calls for a cease
No last nights or looks. No kiss goodbye.
That departing taking place,
Is not needed for me to release.

I love someone in this life
Wondrous to my world and entirely new
My mind can make you non-existing if need be
I now have what I ask for
Just what this heart values.
Do you?...

//Eide

Summersick and lovedrunk = Not bad!

Så fik jeg hevet fat i nogle billeder. Bare for at pynte lidt i disse grå tider. Næh, vent nu lidt? Det var jo varmt i dag!



Jeg some troede jeg altid ville være loyal overfor musikken og festerne, har nu droppet festivallen til fordel for Paris. Og nu når jeg tænker over det, så er det ikke så dårlig en tanke. Jeg føler mig som en der kan elske andet end mig og mig. Og det er rart!













On a hot day in the Scandinavian spring,
I kiss and taste the sweet ones.
Cloying and velvet with such a moist touch.
The kisses: I desire yours.