18. May 2020

Some days I think we all lie in a glass coffin. We are already dead, or better our personal data, our real human identity, everything what makes us special and lovely, everything of that is dead, but visible. Individuality gets lost these days, free spirits, free thinking, own research and views. All that is often enough banned from pages, from communities, groups and even in friendships it‘s not welcome. We make ourselves transparent in filling out forms, leaving adresses, names and...

19. April 2020

I would like to know where you are. What you eat. How you love. After love. If your hunger is still so big. If your passion is still the same. If your are dishonest. Still. I have forgiven you for long time. Forgotten sometimes but you never really disappeared from the core of my heart. Wherever I was, lived, loved, did. This crisis made me thoughtful, connected to people I loved, people I will always remember. I am aware that all this will never come back. These times are over, final like the...

15. April 2020

As this year has started I just thought we could make the 20ies golden again. We would be on the way to a better society. Signs of hope when people protested, getting together, sharing new ideas, fighting the climate change. Mass meditations. Repair cafes. Exchanging clothes, food sharing, and at least resident‘s meetings. New movements forced society into a new thinking of taking part in any kind of political work and society issues. And all that without violence and wars. Yes, with civil...

03. April 2020

Missing life. Empty streets. Cold hearts. Covering your face what you once criticised on stranger's faces. Missing love. Empty hearts. Cold air. Covering the flowers in your heart, the strings of my guitar. Missing music. Empty stages. Cold rooms. Covered ears, listening to scary news, not to music anymore. Missing passion. Empty beds. Cold skin. Covering all lust with distance, covering the pulsating feelings in you. Missing flow. Empty joints. Cold smoke. Covering all the sins, getting...

29. March 2020

It's all about how you think. If you choose death or life. copyright by Magical Whispers/I. Normann, March 2020

29. March 2020

These strange days lead us from the outside to the inside. Big noise becomes a whisper. Humans' silence don't cover bird songs. Our self created worlds die. Inside and outisde. A lot of shimmering distraction and hasty fast life has died these days. It could be filled with nature, it could be filled with the roots we need. But fear cut these roots. Too many words and thoughts fill the air with negativity. Sad faces. Scared glances. Joy of life has vanished from their faces. They kill art with...