Friday, July 30, 2010



the little moments are often the best. and they give me the biggest feeling of being on vacation. the minutes and hours that are not planned, hence there is space for things to just happen. strange how we (i) often create situations where we (i) have very little freedom to be spontaneous, even though we (i) usually appreciate spontaneity so much. have an egg and enjoy!

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

once the ice is broken

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it is lot’s of fun being an auntie. now i think i have passed the test, for this time… and in between spending time with my niece and nephew, a few of my friends reported that they are pregnant *again or for the first time*. i keep being fascinated by people knowing that they want to become parents,no less daring to become parents. and i ask my self if i will every reach that point? well, my ovaries might but that is something else.


frkn l is the successful photographer!

old time favorite


Both are convinced
that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.
Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.
Because they didn't know each other earlier, they suppose that
nothing was happening between them.
What of the streets, stairways and corridors
where they could have passed each other long ago?
I'd like to ask them
whether they remember-- perhaps in a revolving door
ever being face to face?
an "excuse me" in a crowd
or a voice "wrong number" in the receiver.
But I know their answer:
no, they don't remember.
They'd be greatly astonished
to learn that for a long time
chance had been playing with them.
Not yet wholly ready
to transform into fate for them
it approached them, then backed off,
stood in their way
and, suppressing a giggle,
jumped to the side.
There were signs, signals:
but what of it if they were illegible.
Perhaps three years ago,
or last Tuesday
did a certain leaflet fly
from shoulder to shoulder?
There was something lost and picked up.
Who knows but what it was a ball
in the bushes of childhood.
There were doorknobs and bells
on which earlier
touch piled on touch.
Bags beside each other in the luggage room.
Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,
suddenly erased after waking.
Every beginning
is but a continuation,
and the book of events
is never more than half open.

De är båda förvissade om
att de har förenats av en plötslig känsla.
En sådan säkerhet är vacker,
men osäkerhet är vackrare.
De menar att eftersom de inte känt varann tidigare,
så har ingenting nånsin hänt mellan dem.
Men vad säger gatorna och trapporna och gångarna,
där deras steg kan ha korsats för länge sen?
Jag skulle vilja fråga dem
om de inte minns -
kanske i en svängdörr en gång
ansikte mot ansikte,
ett 'ursäkta' i trängseln,
ett 'fel nummer' i telefonluren,
- men jag vet nog vad de svarar.
Nej, de minns inte.
De skulle bli bra häpna att höra
hur länge de varit
en lekboll åt slumpen.
Ännu inte riktigt redo
att förvandla sig till öde åt dem
har slumpen för ihop dem, särat dem,
ställt sig i vägen för dem
och med en halvkvävd fnissning
hoppat åt sidan.
Där fanns tecken, signaler,
även om de var oläsliga.
Kanske för tre år sen,
eller förra tisdagen,
fladdrade ett lövfrån skuldra till skuldra?
Det fanns någonting borttappat och upplockat.
Vem vet om det inte var bollen
från barndomens snår.
Det fanns dörrhandtag och ringklockor,
där långt i förväg
beröring lagt sig på beröring.
Väskor bredvid varann på bagageinlämningen.
Kanske drömdes en natt en och samma dröm,
som suddades bort så fort de vaknade.
Ty varje början
är bara en fortsättning följer,
och skeendets bok
ligger alltid uppslagen på mitten.

Monday, July 26, 2010




many shades of blue and green the past few days. even though yesterday it was grey grey grey and 30mm of rain. i made three pots of blueberry jam. but today there’s a warm sun. warm enough that i could premiere my dotted dress. and i was reading about the swedish flora.

one more week to go and i am starting to worry a tiny bit already. just never seem to be ready to go back. i guess these past few years of short vacations are starting to pay of. i simply never have the chance to feel i got enough of sweden. or enough of not working. though this morning my body begged for action and i did sun salutations and some stretches to get back into my skin again.

a few tracks that kept me up today. this one has an intro that reminds me of roxette, funny, since i am not a fan… and something swedish with sad words. and something very happy to dance along with. kiss and bye.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

waiting for the elk

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i am back a little bit. after a few road trips, one birthday, an exhibition, some berry plucking, rediscovering being an auntie, and eating huge amounts of knäckebröd. among other things. oh, sweden is lovely. for those of you who haven’t been here yet, come! and for those of you who have been already, come again…

and today autumn might have started. but i guess i shouldn’t complain. it has been warm enough to enter both the sea and a few lakes. which i haven’t done in this part of the world in a long, long time. vacation is a good thing.

tonight i sang these two lullabies for my niece and nephew, one dutch one, and some cohen songs aswell. and i took the night shift, which means i will share a bed with those two sweethearts. i hope i will manage. goodnight!

Saturday, July 17, 2010



i am officially on vacation! i hardly believe it. from one reality to the other, i am now in sweden. it feels so good to be here. i have decided to enjoy, chill out and minimize.

so, to do that i am planning a phone free week. and compared to my usual internet addiction, i am thinking of going down to part-time! so, i am still around, but just more quiet…

wish you all beautiful days.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

miss birthday pink


lief, ik wens je een heel mooie dag. ik zou een cake voor je willen bakken, met veel aardbeien. ik mis je en ik hou van je.

my lovely ingetje has her birthday today! hip hip hoera! hip hip hurra!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

venice in a day

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our free day was spent in venice. quite a romantic place, if one can look beyond the incredible amount of tourists, shopping as if there is no tomorrow. sometimes it saddens me, aren’t we more inspired than that? can’t we think of more interesting things to do in life?

tonight is our premier. a close look into the happy end. forza!

Monday, July 12, 2010

still here


it is a long time we are here already. i am loosing track of days and time. but one two three four five more days and then vacation. i dream so much during the night that i feel exhausted when i wake up. holland lost last night. i had a little bet with myself, if they would win, i was allowed to something i wanted to do, and if they’d loose, i wasn’t allowed. so i didn’t do it. what i wanted to do. funny ways of making decisions. if you don’t have a dice at hand.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

the girl


i was wondering what she thought about. she looked so preoccupied. but when she left she smiled and waved happily.

i am once more being almost too busy to think. still, the mind keeps working. and i guess that is a good thing. the blogosphere is more quiet these days, everybody is taking a vacation. i have a countdown to mine. enjoy your weekend! tomorrow>holland in the finals!

Friday, July 9, 2010

drinking grappa on the bridge

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that is what you do in bassano de grappa. after work. you drink grappa on the bridge. we didn’t. we had spritz instead. i wish i could show you the view from that bridge, but landscape pictures seldom give a fair impression of reality. it was a little piece of heaven, anyhow, this moment.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

i see a pattern


i am picturing dani while dani is picturing me. i guess we are both hiding behind the camera. today mine stopped focusing. i cry dry tears. my camera might be one of my best friends. well not really. but somewhat. at least one i spend a lot of time with. i carry it with me almost every where i go.

i just drank a lot of spritz, when in rome do as the romans, and can hardly think straight. so i will leave it here. buonanotte.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

good things are going to happen

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we have our private spaceship in italy. a spaceship which belongs to a grappa distillery. quite odd. we do weird, funny things in this spaceship. before that we almost drown while performing in the water. a whole new sensation, moving in water. bruised and beat by the end of the day. but italy is sweet.

and they say good things are going to happen. just be patient.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010



you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime..

white winter hymnal

quick musical greeting from italy, i will get back later.

p.s la familia, i forgot my swedish sim card somewhere, so for now there is no way to contact me except for via the mail.