tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19833316069076552502012-01-01T11:40:20.386-08:00annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14806462652767521183noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983331606907655250.post-17139922982511727352008-09-13T18:30:00.000-07:002008-09-13T18:36:54.354-07:00det var hon och det var han med ögonfransarna<br />de som alltid hamnade på hans kinder<br />önskningar sa hon<br />och blåste<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1983331606907655250-1713992298251172735?l=haddahaddahadda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14806462652767521183noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983331606907655250.post-82263511499579066262008-02-29T09:11:00.000-08:002008-02-29T09:12:35.372-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R8g84ClF70I/AAAAAAAABjY/PjLlU1ZeSS8/s1600-h/1+009li.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172451105497804610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R8g84ClF70I/AAAAAAAABjY/PjLlU1ZeSS8/s400/1+009li.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1983331606907655250-8226351149957906626?l=haddahaddahadda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14806462652767521183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983331606907655250.post-23746883011921800022008-02-05T08:53:00.000-08:002008-02-05T13:54:28.580-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ik3n67DPI/AAAAAAAABWQ/hDftRi6i9QQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163558248296156402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ik3n67DPI/AAAAAAAABWQ/hDftRi6i9QQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ikwH67DOI/AAAAAAAABWI/D1AHfpa8X0Q/s1600-h/kapitel1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163558119447137506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ikwH67DOI/AAAAAAAABWI/D1AHfpa8X0Q/s400/kapitel1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6iksH67DNI/AAAAAAAABWA/mS_COt1tGeM/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163558050727660754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6iksH67DNI/AAAAAAAABWA/mS_COt1tGeM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ibland kände hon i sina fickar för att se om de fanns där.<br />Ibland bläddrade hon igenom varenda sida i alla hennes<br />böcker för att se om hon någon gång använt dem som<br />bokmärken.</span><br /><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ikS367DLI/AAAAAAAABVw/hf4hKYFbKtI/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163557616935963826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ikS367DLI/AAAAAAAABVw/hf4hKYFbKtI/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ikNX67DKI/AAAAAAAABVo/pjnRwQ9O018/s1600-h/3text.jpg"></a>Fräknarna hade börjat försvinna för några månader sen. Först<br />närmast öronen, sen på kinderna. Då hade hon blivit rädd och<br />stannat hemma, skyllt på feber. När hennes favoritfräken på<br />näsans vänstra kant en morgon var borta slutade hon kliva<br />upp ur sängen. Hon gick inte ens ut för att hämta posten.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ijv367DJI/AAAAAAAABVg/qYlGYc7PiCQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163557015640542354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ijv367DJI/AAAAAAAABVg/qYlGYc7PiCQ/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hon låste dörren med dubbla lås och drog ner persiennerna.<br />Hon slutade svara i telefon ut i fall att fräknarna trillade av och<br />ramlade ner i luren, åkte i väg med samtalet.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ijZn67DHI/AAAAAAAABVQ/i3Hm2Y-7NJ0/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163556633388452978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ijZn67DHI/AAAAAAAABVQ/i3Hm2Y-7NJ0/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hon försökte ersätta fräknarna. Hon målade med en tunn<br />pensel men färgen hamnade på kudden när hon sov, hon<br />provade med strössel men hade lämnat ett jämt lager socker i<br />hennes ansikte. Hon stansade hål på alla papper hon kunde hitta<br />och tejpade fast pappersprickarna på kinderna, vid öronen och på<br />näsans vänstra kant.<br />Men inget kunde göra henne lika glad som de riktiga.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6iiTH67DFI/AAAAAAAABVA/nTP73xReQwc/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163555422207675474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6iiTH67DFI/AAAAAAAABVA/nTP73xReQwc/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hon slutade hoppas, slutade tänka och satt stilla i sin pinnstol<br />och tittade på väggen.</div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ih5X67DDI/AAAAAAAABUw/cA0JLN5J75A/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163554979826043954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ih5X67DDI/AAAAAAAABUw/cA0JLN5J75A/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Väggen hade inga fräknar heller, den var lika tråkig som henne.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ihjX67DBI/AAAAAAAABUg/oW7V2peYSWA/s1600-h/kapitel2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163554601868921874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ihjX67DBI/AAAAAAAABUg/oW7V2peYSWA/s400/kapitel2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ihXH67DAI/AAAAAAAABUY/YureyRwTk8g/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163554391415524354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ihXH67DAI/AAAAAAAABUY/YureyRwTk8g/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Det knackade på dörren.<br /><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ig8367C-I/AAAAAAAABUI/DhOk1rvzty8/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163553940443958242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ig8367C-I/AAAAAAAABUI/DhOk1rvzty8/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Han sa att han var hennes granne och undrade om hon hade<br />mjöl att låna honom.<br /><br />Hon lyssnade inte.<br /><br />Hans ansikte var fullt av små prickar på kinderna, vid öronen<br />och den finaste på näsans vänstra kant.<br /><br />Han hade stulit hennes fräknar.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6if-X67C8I/AAAAAAAABT4/gSu-yJd0fhA/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163552866702134210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6if-X67C8I/AAAAAAAABT4/gSu-yJd0fhA/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6if6n67C7I/AAAAAAAABTw/erDikbmIPrw/s1600-h/10text.jpg"></a>Hon började förfölja honom och skrev en lista på allt han gjorde.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ifj367C6I/AAAAAAAABTo/QEIpfD6pSE4/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163552411435600802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ifj367C6I/AAAAAAAABTo/QEIpfD6pSE4/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>- Du bor i mitt hus, visst?<br />sa han en dag när hon stod bakom honom i kön till posten<br />(Hon skulle såklart inte skicka något. Hon skulle bara se till<br />så att inte fräknarna lämnade landet).<br /><br />Hon nickade<br /></div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ibYn67C2I/AAAAAAAABTI/RuWUQe-vrU0/s1600-h/kapitel3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163547820115561314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ibYn67C2I/AAAAAAAABTI/RuWUQe-vrU0/s400/kapitel3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6iaxX67C0I/AAAAAAAABS4/iD-zLaEQiZg/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163547145805695810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6iaxX67C0I/AAAAAAAABS4/iD-zLaEQiZg/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Han bjöd henne på piggelin och gick med henne genom parken. </div><div>De kastade macka vid den konstgjorda dammen. Han vann, nio<br />studsar.<br />De gick tillsammans hem för de bodde trots allt i<br />samma hus.<br /><br />När han log såg fräknarna ut att dansa<br />vid hans mungipor.<br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6iYWX67CyI/AAAAAAAABSo/-JVaUMW1r2g/s1600-h/13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163544482925972258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6iYWX67CyI/AAAAAAAABSo/-JVaUMW1r2g/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div>Hon stängde dörren och drog upp persiennerna. Det låg runda </div><div>pappersbitar över hela golvet. Hon sopade ihop dem för de<br />behövdes inte mer.<br /></div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6iUqX67CqI/AAAAAAAABR8/XXF3mU4Y7K4/s1600-h/14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163540428476844706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6iUqX67CqI/AAAAAAAABR8/XXF3mU4Y7K4/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />- De behövde nog bara någon att tycka om. sa hon och räknade<br />prickarna i ansiktet. På kinderna vid öronen och den finaste<br />på näsans vänstra kant.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1983331606907655250-2374688301192180002?l=haddahaddahadda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14806462652767521183noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983331606907655250.post-49226589320583821952008-02-04T14:32:00.000-08:002008-02-04T15:16:51.926-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ecnH67CjI/AAAAAAAABRA/AIbAAEt3BH8/s1600-h/00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163267693758581298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6ecnH67CjI/AAAAAAAABRA/AIbAAEt3BH8/s400/00.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div><div><a 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6eNPX67COI/AAAAAAAABOc/tJ1E1rbwv0I/s1600-h/text10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163250793062271202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R6eNPX67COI/AAAAAAAABOc/tJ1E1rbwv0I/s400/text10.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1983331606907655250-4922658932058382195?l=haddahaddahadda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14806462652767521183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983331606907655250.post-16872557318681916802008-01-28T17:02:00.000-08:002008-01-28T17:05:44.971-08:00"Har du sett min mustasch?<br />Han är 10 cm bred, tre veckor gammal och gillar brödsmulor"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1983331606907655250-1687255731868191680?l=haddahaddahadda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14806462652767521183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983331606907655250.post-27832449388944144102007-12-05T18:04:00.000-08:002007-12-05T18:25:12.202-08:00vi åt sockerkaka med glass till<br />inte för att man ska det<br />men för att det var gott<br /><br />min mamma sa alltid<br />att man inte kunde blanda allt det fina<br />och akta dig för män<br />som ger dig blommor<br />och vin<br /><br />och glassen smälta lika fort<br />som sockerkakan föll isär<br />för ni växlade ströbröd<br />när vi skulle växla ord<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1983331606907655250-2783244938894414410?l=haddahaddahadda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14806462652767521183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983331606907655250.post-27249413635949781752007-11-18T16:46:00.001-08:002007-11-18T16:51:24.658-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R0DdFLLnlLI/AAAAAAAAA1w/LmQiJpWRvc8/s1600-h/6+001kli.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/R0DdFLLnlLI/AAAAAAAAA1w/LmQiJpWRvc8/s400/6+001kli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134346656172971186" border="0" /></a><br />och att kyssa någons axel<br />där huden är som mjukast<br />och lite kall<br /><br />lite som att ligga för nära<br />andas samma luft<br />dina andetag i takt med mina<br /><br />lite som att blunda<br />och känna din hud<br />nära min<br /><br />lite som att somna<br />och inte säga<br />någonting<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1983331606907655250-2724941363594978175?l=haddahaddahadda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14806462652767521183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983331606907655250.post-86493539234940315872007-11-09T19:23:00.001-08:002007-11-09T19:25:18.662-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/RzUkfPHMuPI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nDD_CkbAU0g/s1600-h/10+057li.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/RzUkfPHMuPI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nDD_CkbAU0g/s400/10+057li.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131047469509818610" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1983331606907655250-8649353923494031587?l=haddahaddahadda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14806462652767521183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983331606907655250.post-82786000680777025982007-11-09T19:22:00.001-08:002007-11-09T19:22:45.258-08:00<span class="poetrytext_poetry">Det fastnar leverpastej och kaviar i din mustach<br />och på kinderna<br /><br />som fräknar ungefär</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1983331606907655250-8278600068077702598?l=haddahaddahadda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14806462652767521183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983331606907655250.post-72321342395074472542007-11-09T18:55:00.000-08:002007-11-09T19:05:15.918-08:00tre flaskor<br />jag håller i dig<br />så du inte<br />trillar ner<br /><br />jag tappar taget<br />tappar sugrör<br />och det låter<br />som plockepinn<br /><br />Jag blir rädd<br />för du faller<br />nuddar golvet<br />med din mun<br /><br />vaknar inte<br />sover mera<br />jag plockar upp dig<br />i mitt knä<br /><br />borstar bort<br />den värsta smutsen<br />sen somnar jag<br />där med dig<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1983331606907655250-7232134239507447254?l=haddahaddahadda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14806462652767521183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983331606907655250.post-84306069320281182002007-11-09T18:39:00.001-08:002007-11-09T19:05:59.620-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/RzUZ-_HMuOI/AAAAAAAAAuI/i7wInofdlN8/s1600-h/fr.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTNOl8vzvQg/RzUZ-_HMuOI/AAAAAAAAAuI/i7wInofdlN8/s400/fr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131035920342759650" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1983331606907655250-8430606932028118200?l=haddahaddahadda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14806462652767521183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983331606907655250.post-84147630792001114062007-11-09T18:33:00.000-08:002007-11-09T18:35:23.639-08:00Han lyssnar alltid<br />i början på varje mening<br />men glömmer bort det ibland<br />och tappar hennes ord<br /><br />han vaknar ibland<br />i rummet bland hennes lakan<br />där solen sticker i ögonen<br />hennes händer på hans kropp<br /><br />men avståndet blir längre<br />han knyter skorna och går hem<br /><br />för hennes fingrar rör aldrig hans händer<br />sådär som han vill<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1983331606907655250-8414763079200111406?l=haddahaddahadda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14806462652767521183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1983331606907655250.post-91881099888332936182007-11-09T18:26:00.000-08:002007-11-09T18:27:50.238-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>"haha, den är så skön att ta på"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1983331606907655250-9188109988833293618?l=haddahaddahadda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14806462652767521183noreply@blogger.com0