Here why I listen to ålesund

and why I want to be there with just a bottle of wine

"...

Up here in the air 
I'm just mumbling at the clouds 
Wanting to be known 
While I pass the lonely hours

...

Your calm hypnotic eyes 
Your Scandinavian glow 
I felt them like a flame 
Candle in my cold bones 

...

But I turned and walked 
Away from all the fun And back into the black 
Seaside night of Alesund
..."

"..
I try to recall the
thousands of years when
these stories were
waiting to be told
.."

early snow piece of today

some sounds irritating sometimes, just because of their obsolete and corny meanings.. but where the figures of thoughts still attract the insight, there is no irritation, but the pure imagination.

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