Back in cold Denmark. Thought I would update with an old poem, I did sometime in December, before I went to Australia.
And we danced
We danced and we danced
and we kissed
and I left
"Come let us dance" (took my hand)
she's back again
and we danced
And nothing matters when we're dancing.
And I know and knew
that it is all we will ever do
getting drunk, getting high
and dance.
From afar it looks perfect
but standing in it
you can see the piece that is missing.
And I dance with hope and lust
and I dance with someone else
And we danced and danced
and nearly kissed
and got lost in Copenhagen
And the next day you leave
(see you later)
I try to recall what happened.
Nothing but dancing.
And we did dance.
Don't worry dear,
all we did was dancing.
lørdag den 28. februar 2009
tirsdag den 3. februar 2009
itsy-bitsy-spider
A spider that was living in our camp the first night on Fraser island. (Picture taken with my Olympus point and shoot)
Spider living under the bridge (crackdealer?) at the biggest saltwater creek on Fraser island.
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