lørdag 31. januar 2015


The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

Thomas Merton

lørdag 10. januar 2015

Naked As We Came


He says "wake up, it's no use pretending" 
I'll keep stealing, breathing her.
Birds are leaving over autumn's ending 
One of us will die inside these arms 
Eyes wide open, naked as we came 
One will spread our ashes 'round the yard 

She says "If I leave before you, darling 
Don't you waste me in the ground" 
I lay smiling like our sleeping children 
One of us will die inside these arms 
Eyes wide open, naked as we came 
One will spread our ashes round the yard

Iron and Wine