My Blogmas isn’t typical Blogmas you would expect from a blogger. I neither have it for 24 or 25 days nor will I write about typical Christmas-around subjects. Of course, some of them might be, well, in a festive spirit, but I will try to reach something different. Because how much similar content is out there anyway? (photo above taken by my lovely boyfriend).
After a night shift, waiting for a bus. For some reason, I felt like writing a poem, so I did it. Because why not? This time I put also Polish, as it is the original version.
Here’s a short poem about how much and why. I miss Norway.
It happens that recently I wrote two poems, in quite a wild act of nostalgia. They aren’t much – more like a description of a feeling you get on a sunny day. Besides the fact of their simplicity, I still wanted to share them.
What’s better for chill and slow little Sunday evening than few Norwegian poems? Let’s dive together into those beautifully composed art pieces in this fine, spring day (well at least I hope you guys having a lovely spring as well).
A young vocalist, poet, musician, and songwriter from Bergen, the most beautiful city in Norway. His music is marked by, quite common for people from the west region here, the burr (skarre-r in Norwegian). If you want to know what exactly is this burr, you need to check out his music.