2026-05-06 – Onsdag
Today is Wednesday 6 May and I share what happened in an ordinary person’s life. Continue reading 2026-05-06 – Onsdag
Tag: Nature
2026-05-05 – Tisdag
En annan dag. Fåglarna sjöng innan solen gick upp. Människor tog sina hundar på en promenad vid motorvägen. Cyklisterna i tajta kläder cyklade mycket snabbt. Då och då ljudbarriärer skyddade huset från höga ljud. Bussen 282 och X2 kom förbi och passagerarna var upptagna med sina smarttelefonerna. Några tittade ut genom fönstret. Det finns ett stort träd med tusentals fåglar och andra djur. Det tar … Continue reading 2026-05-05 – Tisdag
Idealiska cykelvägar
This is the text I wrote in my Swedish class last week on an ideal bicycle lane from Tynnered to Chalmers. Continue reading Idealiska cykelvägar
Human burden and debt for Nature
While the soil parched, and the land wept,
the workers continued their journey of plastic sorting with nimble hands
and yearning thoughts, day and night… Continue reading Human burden and debt for Nature
Of meetings and unsaid things
the lonesome clouds
and the black bird that perches on their windowsills
day after day Continue reading Of meetings and unsaid things
Musings from Göteborg – I
a tiny star manages to peek through
the thick blanket of dark clouds,
to guide the songbird that crosses the delsjön; Continue reading Musings from Göteborg – I
To the Sun
Birds come out of the nest and sing the most beautiful songs. Continue reading To the Sun
Dois homens velhos
Marianetti Castanelli,
a man in his 70s, mustachioed,
sporting a big paunch,
and wearing shorts and
a shirt – with the top three buttons open,
big faced, with a gait as that of a dancing Buddha, Continue reading “Dois homens velhos”
Closing ones borders and other such things…
[How does the yeast know.
When and where to close its boundary.
I shall always wonder.
Often nature is attributed
To a random process.
Yet, it functions.
As though it has a heart
Of its own.] Continue reading “Closing ones borders and other such things…”
Wrinkles
this very green leaf too,
had to fall on the ground;
time dries it, wrinkles it… Continue reading Wrinkles
Perpetual Motion of Thought 