The spirit of Jonna lives.

 

The👄in your voice coming from your body, from heart and soul. The tonality and melody. The scent of the breeze of your breath and the taste of your lips. The waters of joy in your eyes coming from your thought, from your mind. You visualize, got touched, you felt something. Why can´t I love you? Why?

Can it be true?

Believe me I love you.

You please me with your art. Imagination, creativity and talent. With the wonders of your land.

How can I please you?

Can i be pleasant to you?

According to the diary... mad.

Inspire me. Make me dream. Live a dream. Even knowing that´s not the reality and true, it´s an amazing living fantasy YOU

You are living wonders and dreams in your land, in your home. Living real and true things.

The Spirit Song - A Nordic Lullaby

My Swedish. Would you teach me to not understand a word of what you sing´

The Spirit Song - A Nordic Lullaby

Vargen ylar i nattens skog (The wolf is howling in the forest of the night) Han vill men kan inte sova (He wants to, but cannot sleep) Hungern river i hans varga buk (The hunger is scratching his wolfen stomach) Och det är kallt i hans stova (And it’s cold in his burrow) You wolf, you wolf, don't come here ( I will never let you take my child) Vargen ylar i nattens skog (The wolf is howling in the forest of the night) Ylar av hunger o klagar (Howling out of hunger and moaning) Men jag ska ge’n en grisa svans (But I will give him a pig tail) Sånt passar i varga magar (That’s what the wolfen stomach needs) You wolf, you wolf, don't come here ( I will never let you take my child)

Nuts Nuts Nuts G

Jonna Is Going Nuts 

Why were you awake this night at one in the morning?

The stealing and the fake.

What more?

The owl?

Me?

Me?

Of course not. I thought so.

Who da fuck am I?

1

In the other day Eva was awake at three in the morning. In the Bearing Sea.