Kvifor sit eg her? 25 grader, steikane sol, kyrkjer frå 1600-talet, og brusteinlagde smale gater. Med kaffi, appelsinjus, og saftig krossant som drypp av smør. Jomfrufontena sprutar framfor meg, og gatemusikanten spelar Mozart og Beethoven. Og tengo mucho calor, sjølv om det er nesten November. Men kvifor sit eg her? Ein relativ kort flytur heimanfrå, men ei heil verd unna. Valencia kan ikkje samanliknast med den våte, mørke, koselige hausten heime i Bergen. Eg elskar Noreg,

I'm very confused. I'm very low. I'm very motivated to feel great. I believe highly in my own art and abilities. And I hate it too. The sky is the limit and my ambitions are up there. But I have no how, thus, I loose my reasons. A dream is not just a cliché, it's the warmth inside my soul and it's the motion inside my heart. I feel my dream like laughter and fresh air. I see it like smiles and sunrise.I close my eyes and it's so beautiful. But I open my eyes and it's painful…

Travel, roads, choices, confusion, time, journeys, destination... Most my song-lyrics from the past 6 six months seem to be connected to this same theme: Travel vs. settlement. How do I settle? Where is my path? Will I ever find? Right now, I'm working on a song about existence. Finding existence is also a travel, but it's the other side of the travel. It's the place where you stop seeking and start being. What I'm seeking through this song is a place in myself where I don't

I'm thinking again. Again I'm fascinated by my own confusion. I'm in wonder mode and expression land. I'm in a universe of math, where X and Y is Why and How. Some say that overthinking leads to unnecessary stress and confusion. "Just take it slow and accept life" they say. I believe that overthinking(in the end) may lead to a slow and accepted life, but through the lens of understanding and respect for myself and living. You know; we are all familiar with how humans work; we