“In the middle of the forest there is an unexpected glade
that can only be found by someone who is lost.”
[Tomas Tranströmer]
Posted in Dreams, Life, Literature, Photography, Poetry | Tags: Art, Life, Literature, lustigkulle, Nature, Poetry, Swedish Literature, Swedish Poetry, Thoughts, Tomas Tranströmer
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How nice that Tranströmer found his way to your blog!
This thought of his is very comforting, I think. A few words that may give you some courage when needed.
By: lustigkulle on April 19, 2009
at 4:04 am