It was one dark winter night I spent all alone in a mysterious house with the piano. I heard this song in my head, I don’t know where it came from but it felt like a some kind of a message from somewhere that is not our world. It got me very puzzled and I visited my gifted friend Rax to dive together into the world of spirits.I’ll tell you more soon.

Tour Diary: Sun Circle

17.11 – New York

Last night was rad.

We played two gigs in a row and afterwards had the craziest party with the people who came.And of course with my New York friends. I have so many beautiful people around me.We celebrated life through making music and then celebrated the fact that we know how to celebrate life. I’ll never forget that suncircle. (Is there an English word that people use for talking about the whole 24 hours of a day?In Icelandic there is “sólarhringur”, which means “sun’s circle”. )



The Flight of Lulu

Long time ago I got stopped by a stranger on the streets of New York. She looked deeply into my eyes and then took out a little package, saying: “Keep it for a day you feel like you there’s nothing more to lose”. I took it and had been carrying it secretly with me in my pocket every single day. Until one  day there was really nothing much more left to lose.

Snow Angels

November 15

It’s snowing like crazy.

I’m taking the subway this morning.Moments of

-waiting for a train to arrive

-waiting on a train to arrive (some place)

have  always been the times when  ideas find me.

But everything is so fast here in New York City. Especially trains. You have time only for short poems until it’s  over.

Like snow  angels

made on the first snow

we melt

and soon we will be forgotten