I’m studying Norwegian literature at the moment and got inspired to write a poem in Norwegian. Of course, I translated it into English, but just so you know which language is original (because only the original language of a poem can give full “feeling” of the poem)
Tag: writing
Empty hotel – a poem.
There is and there are
Two cups of tea in a faraway sea
By the pool, there are two drinks
But people left.
Who paid?
Waiter just came and went back
Little bit confused, the water is still
Was there anyone in the pool?
Palm leaves are heavy from the rain
Maybe something fell.
Maybe there’s someone behind
The big palm, wait just little bit
The waiter will come back,
Who else will give him the money?
Just the hope is drowning.
And the rain is falling.
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Thank you guys for reading! See you on Wednesday! (And Happy Easter!)
A couple of days in April.
It’s just the middle of April but a lot has happened. (PS: sorry for one day delay).
The truth about finances in Norway.
Many people who have never lived in Norway live with this misconception as if Norway was a country full of money and whoever works there, he must be rich. Maybe for very few, it’s the truth, but for most of us – not.
Short about a partnership.
It takes two to dance the tango… but is this saying only about dance?
About sleeping deprivation.
Sometimes we don’t realize how hard it can be until we’re so far in this thinking that we can’t go any further. We’re stuck into the thought that it’s bad.
One week break.
Hi guys! This one is just short information on what, why and when. So, I’m doing one week break from the blog, because I’m deep in the bachelor writing and trust me, this thing doesn’t seem to end or progress. I’ve been extremely regular with my posts for the last few months, so it shouldn’t be so bad (although I must say I feel kinda guilty). I will be back next Wednesday with some fresh content, so stay tuned!
A couple of days in March.
So far, it’s been a month of upside downs. But let me begin with a song.
A spring poem.
It gets warmer and sunnier, but melancholy is the same.
Dealing with the past.
I think everyone in this world has things from the past that they regret or are mad about. But what to do in order not to become an old, bitter person, full of regrets?
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