Ran!

Da har jeg akuratt blitt frastjaalet passet, kamera med 1000 bilder og visakort, pluss alle pengene. Jeg sitter naa paa dataen aa prover aa ringe ambassader og staesj. Har akuratt faat sperret kortet mitt. Ambassadene er derimot stengt fram til Mandag. Det tar en uke aa faa tilsent nytt pass fra Managua. Flyet mitt til Buenos Aires tar av paa onsdag. Det kan jeg ikke ta uten pass, saa maa prove aa faa avbestillt det. Ahhhh, det hele er litt haaplost akuratt naa!

Heldigvis har jeg Kaspar. Veit ikke hva jeg skulle gjort uten en kompis naa. Ellers er det utrolig kjipt med kameraet. Med backuppen var vi ikke kommet lenger enn fram til jul. Dermed har vi naa mista bilder for 2 maaneder. Penger og pass kan ordnes, men bildene er uvurderlige! utrolig kjipt for oss begge.

The dance of wind

I am flying.
I am flying!
It happened so fast.
Yes, suddenly I felt
myself floating.

I felt the wind
catch me.
That wind
threw me out
in a wonderful dance.
Neither salsa, nor tango.
No, Tonight I danced
the dance of life!

I danced with a butterfly
there up in the sky.
We knew our dance
couldn't last.
But as long as the wind blew
our dance could continue.
Among stars and moons.
Among raindrops and sunlight.
In mild breaths.
In heavy throws.
Our bodies danced

And so we came
to that place.
Where the wind blows
til north and south
from the same mouth.
It's hard to part
in the dancing heat.

But what a dance!
To be able to fly!
Still just for a week;
that's luckiness.
And who knows
were the wind blows?
maybe we get to dance
again?