“ The cicadas buzzing, I can hear them through the window. Buzzing louder and louder. Just like the night I sat by the window in the dark, gasping for air, feeling the riddle wriggling in my chest, hear… Lene Fogelberg
“ Sometimes you know that you are destined to die, but somehow you are given a parenthesis after the punctuation mark: more years, more time that wasn’t meant for you but still was meant for you, a brid… Lene Fogelberg
“ He laughs again and I want to eat his laughter, be nourished by it, feel it in my blood. Lene Fogelberg
“ In strength the body only knows itself, is full of itself, its movements, its words, but in weakness is the invisible and the whisperings. Lene Fogelberg
“ Maybe there is an invisible world working behind our own, maybe words in the silence, maybe movements in what looks completely still. When every door is closed, maybe doors are opening that can’t be s… Lene Fogelberg
“ Dancing is like poetry written by our bodies: our outstretched arms our words of longing. Lene Fogelberg
