Klara Desideria Winchester
Uppsala, Sweden
Cohen wrote:
“I walk through the old yellow sunlight
to get to my kitchen table
the poem about me
lying there with the books
in which I am listed
among the dead and future Dylans”
my vanity applies it to me. sometimes, so does my truth.
I write not as I please, or because I wish. I write because I started at the age of four and could not stop.
to describe myself: I am a poet, a pagan, a surrealist and a romantic tragedy.
yes, I know love in all forms. and over my heart I tattoed Dylan Thomas's signature fifteen years ago- though, at the time I did, I was not aware of the actual placing.
I don't believe in coincidences. well, I believe they occure- rarely.
I live in the tiny land north of almost everything, but in the year of 2014 I finally came home, as I sat foot in the wild land of Wales with it's mirrored image of me; the unpredictable weather, the wondrous landscape with large empty spaces, the livingf folklore- not only memories of magic, but the living magic- the poetry and- most surprisingly- a family.
please consider that English is not my native langage, though (have mercy on my futile attempts).