Every abstract picture of the world is as impossible as a blueprint of a storm. Don't be ashamed because you're human: be proud! Inside you, vaults behind vaults open endlessly. You will never be finished, and that's as it should… — Tomas Transtromer Copy Share Image
“Every abstract picture of the world is as impossible as a blueprint of a storm,” — Tomas Tranströmer Copy Share Image
A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really… — Tomas Transtromer Copy Share Image
It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat but often the shadow seems more real than the body. — Tomas Transtromer Copy Share Image
We always feel younger than we are. I carry inside myself my earlier faces, as a tree contains its rings. The sum of them… — Tomas Transtromer Copy Share Image
A person shows himself for an instant as in a photograph but clearer and in the background something which is bigger than his shadow. — Tomas Transtromer Copy Share Image
I walk slowly into myself, through a forest of empty suits of armor. — Tomas Transtromer Copy Share Image
Every abstract picture of the world is as impossible as a blueprint of a storm. Don't be ashamed because you're human: be proud! Inside… — Tomas Transtromer Copy Share Image
“Jag som älskar att ströva och försvinna i mängden, en bokstav T i den oändliga textmassan.” — Tomas Tranströmer Copy Share Image
Sometimes my life opened its eyes in the dark. A feeling as if crowds drew through the streets in blindness and anxiety on the… — Tomas Transtromer Copy Share Image
In the middle of life, death comes to take your measurements. The visit is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit is being… — Tomas Transtromer Copy Share Image
“The gentle downward slope gets steeper and imperceptibly becomes an abyss.” — Tomas Tranströmer Copy Share Image
“Every person is a half-opened door leading to a room for everyone.” — Tomas Transtromer Copy Share Image
“I wrote so meagerly to you. But what I couldn't write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship and drifted away at last through… — Tomas Tranströmer Copy Share Image
