Snowing down

In Norway, you know, there is this expression “snowing down”. Strange, perhaps, to foreigners, though, one is used to the snow, which may come in amounts wintertime. And it covers everything, right. So, if a person is lost, so to speak, he has “snowed down”. Crazy, in a way, though cosy, since playing in the snow, and making caves in the snow is cosy. And one just has to wait for the spring, right, to see if he turns up, again.

This stone would not snow down. It is Dovregubben, which is the fairy tale father, of Norway.

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Speed bump in Norwegian

Today, aI made an entrance to the forestry aI cleaned and cleared this summer. This photo is from what aI call the “fartsdump”, which, differently from in English, goes down, not up. “Dump” is a hole, or a small excavation in the ground. And, that is funny. In the picture, there was an old stream which is no more, and in that old creek a tree is lying, having fallen down, So, there is a hindrance, on the track. And meeting such an hindrance sparkles something in the Norwegian, culturally speaking. We call it to be “forbannet”. The Swede is not unlike us, in that respect. And, “forbannet” literally means “damned”. To be is energy, lissom , and in fact we can be more or less “forbannet”. And that is a strange thing to be, don’t you agree?

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Hotheaded craziness

You see, children, some people are crazy, in a bad and dangerous way. This kind of playhouse is more common to see in America than in Norway, aI believe. Ai bought one this spring, though, and placed it in the forestry of my neighbourhood. And that sparkled something, because aI saw the forest was devastated. So, for 6 months aI cleaned the forestry around me. And then, when winter set in, aI took down most of the orderlies aI had made. Wood fences, and the like. Ai raged, at that time, because of mistreatment aI am subjected to. So, that was a reason why. Ai saw, though, quickly, it was a nice thing to do to simplify the making before the winter set in. And this play house, or doll house, aI moved to one of the playgrounds of my neighbourhood. And see, what some have done, to it. It is not okay. One might be furious on me, and one might be crazy as craws. Children, though, one wishes the best. Some people are though crazy in a bad and dangerous way. And such people one should try to avoid.

The poetry blog is made

Hjerte skeivt,” okey .., children: Ai decided aI would keep blogging, anyhow. And this post is just to inform you aI am finished posting the 40 poems on the new poetry blog, which aI made for to re-post the poems aI had on the collection called “Kids in mind” on Google+. Some minor changes aI have made, and one poem aI have totally changed. Find the collection on Blogger here:

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Ai stop blogging

Ai hereby end this blog. Satan makes it impossible for me to communicate, and the torture aI am subjected to, nowadays, is so strong it is no point in making an impact. Ai intend to start blogging again when justice is settled.