In the north lies the lands of myths
Norn's wove our life lines with knots...

Love makes my tongue numb and weak,
like at the dentist, the one I don't seek...

Looking up at the ceiling after the night's dream,
was it reality or a illusion...

Distance and time can't block love,
Beauty and emotions in mixture of spices...

Golden keys are pushed gently,
Starting a softness in mind and heart...

Death where are you?
They are washing my body...

Walking with you in the old town
Plundered by many kings with crowns...

Sunday afternoon: on a winter day.
I am happy to feel present...

We are breathing to live,
Not living for the breathing...

Swirling in closeness,
a dual body floating...

Trying to understand nature,
it is not easy to sit and think about it...

The passion of today run in me,
The left over passion for an hour...