I wish I could tell you how much I miss you... but i feel you're slowly not any longer the one I miss. I miss my meou-mate, friend, soft and healthy Peter. And there in far away city of Copenhagen lives a Peter who drink, smoke and forgets about his -ou. Sounds like a dragon. Where is Peter Pan? did he stayed in Warsaw? or in plane somewhere between W. and C.?
Meou is not anymore as it used to, but is it still the team of close soul intimacy? I think this is what I wish for (expect? - like you asked today).
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Peter Pan's birthday <3
Little buziak
and guziki,
bit of flowers
and tzatziki.
Sjoko tarta,
candles, fun -
that's for Peter,
Beloved One!
and guziki,
bit of flowers
and tzatziki.
Sjoko tarta,
candles, fun -
that's for Peter,
Beloved One!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
jeg elsker dig
you must be logged in to youtube to see it,but it's to remind you... watch it from time to time to remember and i'll be remind you as well by myself :)
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
day and night
starving
whole day for the
night
talk with you
eventually
i am granted
the smell
of the coffee
in your pee
whole day for the
night
talk with you
eventually
i am granted
the smell
of the coffee
in your pee
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
some nights...
i just wish september came already and i can see you more often, i.e. just come to you for night <3 like now to repeat the morning.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
a bird and a song
Sitting in my bed at night, remembering your hair.
breathing in, breathing out remembering your air.
Sitting here late at night, illuminated by the screen.
Looking, starring, thinking hard what does it really mean.
Sitting in my bed at night, sitting in the blueish light
Lying down sitting up, you should be here tonight.
( my first rime in some time, so i am moving forward:P)
kysse møsse sjokoskat
breathing in, breathing out remembering your air.
Sitting here late at night, illuminated by the screen.
Looking, starring, thinking hard what does it really mean.
Sitting in my bed at night, sitting in the blueish light
Lying down sitting up, you should be here tonight.
( my first rime in some time, so i am moving forward:P)
kysse møsse sjokoskat
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
poems from the walk
The first poetry stop was at a icecream store and i read the following poems as far as i remember
I was talking about the need to love yourself, as the basis for love. So i wrote about a love that all men must have:
A tribute to my penis
so beautiful and fine
A tribute to my penis
hurray that you are mine. (it works better in danish:P)
While eating icecream i read another short poem. It was about the love between men. Not homosexuals just the general love that is manifest between men.
"Kærligheden mellem os, er kærlighed i farver.
Kærligheden mellem os, specielt til labre-larver." (really difficult to translate...It is humorous and plays on mens love of beauty" the love bewteen us i love in colour, the love between us especially to hotties...it does not rime so it does not make much sence, and some of the meaning is lost..anyway a humorous poem, with a touch of doubleness. You don't know if it is homo, or what the real meaning is...difficult to explain)
As we were finishing eating icecream i read some more poetry. But this one you know skat:D I wrote it for you<3 style="font-style: italic;">When skat is sad and starts to cry i teleport a lulliby
through my heart and of the moon,
a warming healing love cocoon.
And we went on walking.
About 10 kilometer further we stopped again and i read i some more poetry. This time a mix of thoughts on light and love
"A world were light does not travel around coners is a world without nuances. Love is grey. In a world were light does not travel around corners. lighting would be a matter of extreme precision, like laser. Light from A-B without c,g or h. Love is a detour." (then out of my pocket came niebieski rekin and i said) "Love is a blue shark on your right indexfinger"
And i continued...
"A world were light does not travel around corners, without nuances, without detours, precise, only light and dark, yes and no. Love is a maybe.
When we reach the end of the walk and we were all tired i read a long mix of poetry and everyday procrastinations...
Sitting between boredom and calmness, i didn't really feel like doing anything. And not even that seemed very attractive so i went to the kitchen to make a salat i didn't want. Roasted pinenuts, oliveoil, and green salat with fetacheese as topping.
My place was full of finger-sized dustballs. Just last night after coming home late, something took a hold of me and i started to do the dishes. After that i took out the trash and now the bad smell has gone.
I need to clean my bathroom too, when something takes a hold of me again.Earlier i really tried to be grapped by something so i could at minimum get my important documents sorted out. For some reason something ignored my wincks&waves.
Being between boredom and calmness you realize things. Like the need to water your flowers on a more regular basis and not with cold tea.
Not having reached the kitchen yet or made my salat, i sit and feel procrastination looking me over the shoulder. I am not really hungry. What time is it? Moments later i am sitting with a salat, and a semi original poem that might serve as a good point of departure from this inbetween position called boredom and calmness.
"Sitting here and thinking, once again it's you.
Not a worry not a pain, just thinking what to do."
I am reminded of a book i never read "the answer to how is yes" Most of my thoughts are concerning how. Luckely a book title is not a very good point from which to lead a life, so i go back to wondering how can it be like this or that. What time is it? I think i need to leave for the bar soon. My friends are waiting. Good thing it is not raining, please rain stay away, i was wet this morning. My question is "will we be able to create between us, a world were there are no important secret thoughts. Will we be able to be honest? Will we be able to be relaxed?
"I want to be relaxed with you.
To be relaxed with you"
i ended the readings with a story of how difficult it can be to love someone so much that you can never really get enough.
"Ohh what to do, i think i'll swallow you."
Jeg elsker dig skat. Buziaki
I was talking about the need to love yourself, as the basis for love. So i wrote about a love that all men must have:
A tribute to my penis
so beautiful and fine
A tribute to my penis
hurray that you are mine. (it works better in danish:P)
While eating icecream i read another short poem. It was about the love between men. Not homosexuals just the general love that is manifest between men.
"Kærligheden mellem os, er kærlighed i farver.
Kærligheden mellem os, specielt til labre-larver." (really difficult to translate...It is humorous and plays on mens love of beauty" the love bewteen us i love in colour, the love between us especially to hotties...it does not rime so it does not make much sence, and some of the meaning is lost..anyway a humorous poem, with a touch of doubleness. You don't know if it is homo, or what the real meaning is...difficult to explain)
As we were finishing eating icecream i read some more poetry. But this one you know skat:D I wrote it for you<3 style="font-style: italic;">When skat is sad and starts to cry i teleport a lulliby
through my heart and of the moon,
a warming healing love cocoon.
And we went on walking.
About 10 kilometer further we stopped again and i read i some more poetry. This time a mix of thoughts on light and love
"A world were light does not travel around coners is a world without nuances. Love is grey. In a world were light does not travel around corners. lighting would be a matter of extreme precision, like laser. Light from A-B without c,g or h. Love is a detour." (then out of my pocket came niebieski rekin and i said) "Love is a blue shark on your right indexfinger"
And i continued...
"A world were light does not travel around corners, without nuances, without detours, precise, only light and dark, yes and no. Love is a maybe.
When we reach the end of the walk and we were all tired i read a long mix of poetry and everyday procrastinations...
Sitting between boredom and calmness, i didn't really feel like doing anything. And not even that seemed very attractive so i went to the kitchen to make a salat i didn't want. Roasted pinenuts, oliveoil, and green salat with fetacheese as topping.
My place was full of finger-sized dustballs. Just last night after coming home late, something took a hold of me and i started to do the dishes. After that i took out the trash and now the bad smell has gone.
I need to clean my bathroom too, when something takes a hold of me again.Earlier i really tried to be grapped by something so i could at minimum get my important documents sorted out. For some reason something ignored my wincks&waves.
Being between boredom and calmness you realize things. Like the need to water your flowers on a more regular basis and not with cold tea.
Not having reached the kitchen yet or made my salat, i sit and feel procrastination looking me over the shoulder. I am not really hungry. What time is it? Moments later i am sitting with a salat, and a semi original poem that might serve as a good point of departure from this inbetween position called boredom and calmness.
"Sitting here and thinking, once again it's you.
Not a worry not a pain, just thinking what to do."
I am reminded of a book i never read "the answer to how is yes" Most of my thoughts are concerning how. Luckely a book title is not a very good point from which to lead a life, so i go back to wondering how can it be like this or that. What time is it? I think i need to leave for the bar soon. My friends are waiting. Good thing it is not raining, please rain stay away, i was wet this morning. My question is "will we be able to create between us, a world were there are no important secret thoughts. Will we be able to be honest? Will we be able to be relaxed?
"I want to be relaxed with you.
To be relaxed with you"
i ended the readings with a story of how difficult it can be to love someone so much that you can never really get enough.
"Ohh what to do, i think i'll swallow you."
Jeg elsker dig skat. Buziaki
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
the zip of love
fast & slow,
safe & cosy,
two but meou.
in the dreams,
in the time,
in the land,
on the sound.
sand & sea,
rock & snow,
bubble & bee;
kite & run
off to blow
snow and go,
rest we know :)
safe & cosy,
two but meou.
in the dreams,
in the time,
in the land,
on the sound.
sand & sea,
rock & snow,
bubble & bee;
kite & run
off to blow
snow and go,
rest we know :)
Sunday, April 13, 2008
night walk
it was already 20:00 so i quickly left for mass.
it was so good. such a calmness in mind and body. so nice. i really felt participating in mass, like everything had meaning and i saw/felt this meaning. strange feeling. both ways to church i walked. to church in real hurry, from church a slow walk, looking into the sky: dark blue with lots of stars and moon.
you know, it was like a feeling that you live sort of like if you were to die tomorrow.and feel ready and happy and calm. and this great faith.. and love...
i wish you were there with me, but at least i can describe it to you. but.. it felt like you WERE there... <3
it was so good. such a calmness in mind and body. so nice. i really felt participating in mass, like everything had meaning and i saw/felt this meaning. strange feeling. both ways to church i walked. to church in real hurry, from church a slow walk, looking into the sky: dark blue with lots of stars and moon.
you know, it was like a feeling that you live sort of like if you were to die tomorrow.and feel ready and happy and calm. and this great faith.. and love...
i wish you were there with me, but at least i can describe it to you. but.. it felt like you WERE there... <3
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Dream
when i close my eyes, i see you,
when i walk, i hear your steps,
when i sing, it's about you,
when i listen, i hear your wisper,
when i sleep, i dream about you.
when i walk, i hear your steps,
when i sing, it's about you,
when i listen, i hear your wisper,
when i sleep, i dream about you.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I wish
I wish i could do this and then come home and kiss you skat. I wish i could do this and come home late and you would be asleep in the bedroom, i would go to the kitchen, eat a piece of fruit and drink a glas of water.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Cph marathon
finish line:
http://www.worldpressphoto.org/index.php?option=com_photogallery&task=view&id=1122&Itemid=187&type=&selectedIndex=9&bandwidth=low
http://www.worldpressphoto.org/index.php?option=com_photogallery&task=view&id=1122&Itemid=187&type=&selectedIndex=9&bandwidth=low
Monday, January 28, 2008
my view, and olivetti
skat min skat all day long skat min skat my favorite song...
So lovely and a great party arranger:D
So lovely and a great party arranger:D
Sunday, January 27, 2008
mirakelste skat
Min mirakelste skat, goodmorning goodday and godnat. Buziaki in the dark, kysse in the park, see you soon my sjokomoon. jeg elsker dig skat<3
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
:P
The bananasplits just aren't the same without you skat....buziakiste sjokobabe<3 you're beautiful my love
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
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