Through the looking glass


“Mirror, mirror in the wormholes” Gun Roswell


As through the vibrating looking glass I go
Time itself will come to a stall
Then, I let myself gently into the abyss fall 

The world of my own reflected
On the other side upside down detected
Something so similar but different than never expected 

I find myself in a parallel universe
When I had set the gear in full reverse 
Then I touch the liquid and the image is disturbed 

It’s almost as looking into a mirror
Everything getting so much nearer 
The image is slowly getting clearer 

When I finally reach my destination
There really is no more comparison 
It’s all too different by definition 

But it’s fine for the time being
As my alter ego I am seeing
With the same quirks, is quite freeing 

Knowing some things never change
Even in another and different place 

I still carry myself with the same old face 

Wing side above the clouds

“Sitting, wing side, contemplating, of something…” Gun Roswell


Taking a short trip, some self related things to fix
Choosing a seat, close to the window, so neat
The views are floating by, when I am sitting this high
Land, clouds, even the sun, this trip, might be lots of fun
The engine of the vessel humming, as I am too, humming
Transfixed in the scenery, there is no clearer view
Than on this wing side, the world before me, so divine
Mind drifting to other worlds, beyond, where this machine cannot me hurl
But confident the next stop, will be the pop
Or at least a week filled getaway, to enjoy my stay
Because, before returning back to the grind, I need to find
Some peace, at least, within this own bodily beast

Red in the harbour during sunset

“Sailing away, to far away lands… or at least now, that the sun is setting, getting, home is enough for the weary traveller, right?” Gun Roswell

The setting sun, is the time indicator, time has past flown, and so now, setting the helm towards home, is the best option, perhaps the only option to follow.

As adventure, can always wait, for tomorrow will be another day, for sure, and the lure, of the far away lands always present, never letting the traveller at peace.

So, either a restless night, without sleep, depending of course, how deep, the thoughts of the ventures ahead are, the smart ones, will figure a way, to set sail, even when with little if no sleep.

But before you get in there too deep, remember, to eat, and have plenty of coffee, as the adventure will take time long, at least, until the next sunset is upon.

The utter concentration


“The dusk setting in, final rays of the sun, painting colours over the water and land, but the pix snappers work is never done, as this is where the fun only just begins” Gun Roswell

That perfect moment, only there for a second, concentration of the essence as the need to capture the very scene, is vital, mental even for the snapper of every which event happening all around and everywhere

Hysterics is the best way to describe the mood, of the snapper, having clicked, way too soon, but sometimes, they might just succeed and the perfect capture is presented right there, on the screen

But, these days, even with all the fancy technology, devices plentiful and always at hand, pun intended, the moments go past so fast, the hand eye coordination cannot fathom what happened and so, the blurry snaps, filling the storage fast

Still, if even one of the millions, is as good, a stamp of approval there should be put, then a happy face on the snapper will replace, the permascwol usually present

Then again, what is considered a good or great snap, is debatable, just check out the facts out there on the world wide internets.

Hanging up here!

“Look! I’m on top of the world Ma!?” Gun Roswell


I was put here on total display Much to my own undesire and dismay
Nobody bothered to ask me if I wanted to stay 

So here I just hang until the end of the day 

I am not discarded nor broken Nor am I anyone’s special token
But I surely used to be for spoken 

Dunno no, if that applies anymore, just hoping 

So some one please come and get me
You can ride me even to the sea
My pedals and saddle are still complete
So hope on and let me drive you easily 

Esplanade – Helsinki 

“Take a walk around the city, it’s not that big so it will be easy.” Gun Roswell

Down the esplanade
We like to parade
With a gentle sway
For a while in the cafes stay
Until summer will fade
And to indoors we will trade

Green with Flora

“Green and yellow, in the meadow, those signs of summer for all to see.” Gun Roswell

The floral scene
Filled with green
Like summer beans
Filling this screen

Lanzarote Part Three

“It’s like a blast from the past, all that volcanic land!” Gun Roswell

Scenic views
Ocean of blue
Fluffy clouds
Dancing allowed

Palm trees
In abundance
Sunshine
With substance

Lanzarote Part Two

“Something about the island far far away, out there on the ocean… something mysterious?” Gun Roswell



A stroll around down town
A Lidl and a few shoeshops found
Time for a scenic break
Before to the road we take
Down to the busy harbour
Checking both port and starboard
Both filled with tourists a flocking
Guess it wasn’t shocking
After all, a pleasent place
A seashore the perfect interface

Lanzarote Part One

“Something about the island… something volcanic?” Gun Roswell

The skies the colour of blue
Clouds fluffy, but far and few
Sun shining ever so brightly
The pool beckoning and inviting

The dwellings painted in white
This definitely is our “campsite”
Home away from home for a week
What else could one want or seek