lördag 30 januari 2010
tisdag 26 januari 2010
lördag 23 januari 2010
måndag 18 januari 2010
emil..
..is writing again, not a lot. but writing again.
is it the subway rides, or the sudden change of feelings?
not sudden, but the candle is burning again.
I have a feeling it will keep on burning this time.
is it the subway rides, or the sudden change of feelings?
not sudden, but the candle is burning again.
I have a feeling it will keep on burning this time.
lördag 16 januari 2010
Crazy Heart
Just came back from watching crazy heart. The movie was beautiful, with a perfect tone throughout. Melancholy, sad but yet so beautiful. What small thing can do, to turn a life around. Chance changes everything. Friendship and bonds, should be kept intact, close and always be helpful. If you can give, give. If you need, do not be shy to ask. If you sing, sing. If you dance, dance. If you drink, control yourself. If you are, please continue to be.
Yesterday....
....was a good night!
Julian Casablancas put on a good show.
Beer was nice and cold.
Wine and sum snacks at this lovely little place on broom.
Now coffee across the street.
Taking some pictures today.
Update tomorrow or tonight.
Be safe.
Julian Casablancas put on a good show.
Beer was nice and cold.
Wine and sum snacks at this lovely little place on broom.
Now coffee across the street.
Taking some pictures today.
Update tomorrow or tonight.
Be safe.
fredag 15 januari 2010
Just in case....
..you were thinking of buying me some shoes...
I'll give you a hint what to look for:
Three shoes for different occasions.
email me at e.ekberg@gmail.com for address.
Thank you!
I'll give you a hint what to look for:
Three shoes for different occasions.
email me at e.ekberg@gmail.com for address.
Thank you!
torsdag 14 januari 2010
twist and shout.
I dislike waking up this late.
Yes, I am still sleeping long hours.
Lonely I wake up.
Waiting for you to wake up.
I start looking.
I see you.
I smile.
I am not looking around anymore.
Move to the bathroom.
Shave, wash my face.
Locate my smokes, walk 22 steps up. Turn left exit to the so called balcony.
No railings, frightened. Light one up. Amazed by the Manhattan skyline, wonder how it would have been if the twin towers would still have been there.
I go down, turn on the water, I shower.
I get dressed, trying to figure out what coffee I should drink today,
Americano is my final decision, however, not from the deli downstairs, the coffee shop across the street will be closed, across work will be closed, I wont have time to pass by 5th ave. I need a coffee machine...now...
I twist and shout.
I desire.
I long,
I twist and shout.
Yes, I am still sleeping long hours.
Lonely I wake up.
Waiting for you to wake up.
I start looking.
I see you.
I smile.
I am not looking around anymore.
Move to the bathroom.
Shave, wash my face.
Locate my smokes, walk 22 steps up. Turn left exit to the so called balcony.
No railings, frightened. Light one up. Amazed by the Manhattan skyline, wonder how it would have been if the twin towers would still have been there.
I go down, turn on the water, I shower.
I get dressed, trying to figure out what coffee I should drink today,
Americano is my final decision, however, not from the deli downstairs, the coffee shop across the street will be closed, across work will be closed, I wont have time to pass by 5th ave. I need a coffee machine...now...
I twist and shout.
I desire.
I long,
I twist and shout.
onsdag 13 januari 2010
I read somewhere… how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong… but to feel strong.
So, I've been here over 6 months now.
I've seen things I liked, I've seen things I loved.
However, I've also seen a few things I disliked, but I am still waiting for the hatred.
That is good I assume, that is very good.
I have a gym membership, but fail time after time to take advantage of it.
Still, some strange way I feel a lot stronger.
This leads to the point, mental strength overcomes all pain and hatred.
I enjoy myself to much to feel hatred towards anyone.
I do not hate, I pity.
I pity the fact that people around me put time and effort into things, that does not concern them, into areas which hurt others, others that do not bother you, others that does not acknowledge you, that do not see you, do not want to see you, ever. again.
I am sad to see people lying on the street, not asking for money, but for food. I am sad to see people walk by them, look down on them, like they are trash. Dirty or not, smelly or not, they are hungry. Give them a dollar, give them a coffee, give them a peanut, just walk by and say you are sorry. But for gods sake, don't make fun of them. I always give when I can, sometimes a lot, sometimes just a few cents. There is always something you can spare to bring some joy to this (for some) painful world.
I've seen a lot of things lately, I am still eager to see more. I've met a lot of people, talked to even more. Some new, some old. I am happy for this. I've become more social (even without drinking), less shy and more confident. I still blush every day, but less frequently. I am positive I will enjoy time with an old sweetheart, I am eager to see what it will become out of me, us.
To make a long story short. I think 2010 will be a year of love. I hope people will help each other instead of making fun of them behind their back. I think this post was way to serious for my standard.
with love /E.
I've seen things I liked, I've seen things I loved.
However, I've also seen a few things I disliked, but I am still waiting for the hatred.
That is good I assume, that is very good.
I have a gym membership, but fail time after time to take advantage of it.
Still, some strange way I feel a lot stronger.
This leads to the point, mental strength overcomes all pain and hatred.
I enjoy myself to much to feel hatred towards anyone.
I do not hate, I pity.
I pity the fact that people around me put time and effort into things, that does not concern them, into areas which hurt others, others that do not bother you, others that does not acknowledge you, that do not see you, do not want to see you, ever. again.
I am sad to see people lying on the street, not asking for money, but for food. I am sad to see people walk by them, look down on them, like they are trash. Dirty or not, smelly or not, they are hungry. Give them a dollar, give them a coffee, give them a peanut, just walk by and say you are sorry. But for gods sake, don't make fun of them. I always give when I can, sometimes a lot, sometimes just a few cents. There is always something you can spare to bring some joy to this (for some) painful world.
I've seen a lot of things lately, I am still eager to see more. I've met a lot of people, talked to even more. Some new, some old. I am happy for this. I've become more social (even without drinking), less shy and more confident. I still blush every day, but less frequently. I am positive I will enjoy time with an old sweetheart, I am eager to see what it will become out of me, us.
To make a long story short. I think 2010 will be a year of love. I hope people will help each other instead of making fun of them behind their back. I think this post was way to serious for my standard.
with love /E.
måndag 11 januari 2010
torsdag 7 januari 2010
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