The collection of Frida Narin’s poems are not a nostalgic work; the past is not in the habit of painting romantic pictures. The boarders in Narins poems, from north to south and from east to west, are not lines separating humanity. The flags in the collection of Narins poems are not raised to separate the people of the earth from one another. These flags must be sown to create a carpet for children to feel free to roll over and play on.
Sometimes Frida Narin becomes terrified by how women are brutally enslaved by love.
Sometimes she becomes buried, breathless and passionless, in the routines of life.
Sometimes she falls apart from the pathetic destiny of dripping drops.
Sometimes she witnesses her own disintegration in the arms of a city where she doesnt belong,
And sometimes she mourns for the sake of loves that bury us.

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