NECTAR FIELDS A bee on nectar fields all swimming in your blue lit lip, the music inside your body moving to your neck a serpent of adrenaline. Pale electric in…
As a child I often had this dream that there was another world behind the mirror. As soon as I closed my eyes tight and slipped away into the dreamland…
I wonder if it still exists. The real rebellion. In the youth. Pure, crazy, testing, scandalizing young and unspoilt minds, that don´t care yet about security and fitting into a…
Valentine I am the martyr of the blood soaked sun, of our love. Setting at the sea, under the sunshine blue sky. Turning colors, fading the light to kiss the…
Late winter snowstorm, Blanketing yellow metal, Handlebars, The wheels– The wheels aren’t moving. Aren’t they meant to move? What else would be their purpose, Besides to: Go places, Adventures, home,…
My freedom is summer My morning is your laughter My stillness is rain My heart is where you are. My darkness is warm My fears are transparent My sadness is…
“We can´t base censorship on a perspective because everyone’s perspective is so different. Especially for an international business who would have to take into account every culture, religion, etc. The…