Travelling

           Travelling the road last know,
            is where I wanna be.
            My compass, directing, electing 
            an open road with golden trees. 

Brussels 2009

Belgium or France maybe England...

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.

St. Augustine

Cheerio, Miss Milla.

Island in the sun

                  When you're on a holiday
                   you can't find the words to say
                   all the things that come to you
                   and I wanna feel it, too.

 

                                 On an island in the sun

we'll be playing and having fun

and it makes me feel so fine

I can't control my brain.

                                    Cheerioh, Miss Milla.

Norway 2009

 

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the stroms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.

                                       John Muir

  

 

              

                               Magical places are always beautiful and deserve to be contemplated.
                                   Always stay on the bridge between the invisible and the visible.

                                                                      Paulo Coelho


                                                                 Cheerioh, Miss Milla.

Gothenburg 2009

          Känn ingen sorg för mig Göteborg...

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed

 by the things that you didn't do than by the things you did do.

So throw off the bowlines.

Sail away from the safe harbor.

Catch the trade winds in your sails.

Explore. Dream. Discover.

Mark Twain

Cheerioh, Miss Milla.

Stockholm 2008

                                     I see you slowly swim away
                           as the light is leaving town
                          to a place where I can't be,
                            but there's no apologies.

                                     Jack Johnsson

Und ihr seht mich als Punkt

Am Horizont verschwinden,

Um ein Stück weiter hinten

Mich selbst zu finden.

Thomas D.

Cheerioh, Miss Milla

She's like a rainbow

She comes in colours everywhere,
she combs her hair,
she's like a rainbow.

                                 Cherrioh, Miss Milla.