June 2, 2011


Her eyes

At night
When I was wandering through lane by lane of my thought
the noise of a known walking, waved in my ears
The light; which was shining from the moon
had caste the shadow of the loneliness
on my vision
and the steps disappeared in that shadow...

When she came to the head of the kindness lane
she turned the head
and it was just her eyes;
which was shining
In that darkness

Behind that flash
deep in her eyes,
no, it wasn’t sadness
I saw the tiredness





Minne om en Kveld

Avstand er intet


Masoud, en guttunge fra Kabul

Høydepunkter fra onkels liv



Her eyes

The melody of life

The evening of a memorial

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