is it normal to start crying when you taste a certain something?
but then again, what's normal, after all?
the fact is that when that Marianne Candy melted into my mouth, I began to wonder
about everything that happened to me in the past 18 months;
and when I had my first Anna's Pepperkakor heart-shaped cookie,
after 3 months,
I started crying like a child.
my first thought went to Ann-Britt.
(and everything related to her.)
the mother I've always wanted to have.
the happiest lady, the sunshine, Ann-Britt.
and god only knows, if I'll ever see her again,
if I will cross her path someday,
in that forest.
but, oh, I loved her.
and I could love her still.
sweet and sour taste in my mouth,
of something that is now past,
but still so fresh
is burning inside my throat.
and is it possible to feel
in your family house?
where everyone is now just a shadow,
even though the lights are totally flat.
for a minute there
I lost myself.
LOOKING FOR A JOB
MY NAME IS
AND I NEED A