Facts

There are many things you don't know about this blog, just by visiting. The hidden facts, something I see as fun and something you might enjoy as well.

The top ten countries visiting (% of total number of visitors) Petra's Notes are:
26.99% Sweden
19.54% United States
6.68% Israel
6.43% United Kingdom
3.60% Germany
2.57% Mauritius
2.57% Finland
2.57% Australia
2.31% Netherlands
1.80% Norway

9,3% visit longer than an hour.

41,6% of all users use Firefox.

41 countries are represented among the visitors.

65,6% of all visitors use Windows XP, while only 0,6% use Linux.

Most Swedes who visit my blog live in Växjö. Most US visitors live in Chico, California. Most Germans live in Hameln and most Israeli people live in Tel Aviv.

So, how did you all find this blog?
I looked up what search-words you have used, and it amused me!
Eddie Vedder came in first place, not surprising me at all. 'Estockholmo' in a respectable second place. Other words you searched on and found me are: i'm 60 years old , where am i going?, 29 june petra day in sweden, blue sky petra, this isn't me i'm not mechanical, and not to forget: ray mear :)

I hope I'm not the only one out there who love facts!

Too bad I've sorted away much of the old stuff, but I promise to fill this blog with new, fun posts :)

And I can tell you I now know of places I never heard of before. Cities I didn't know existed, to tell you the truth. It's fun to know something about you all, as you might understand. It's exciting to see the width of exposure, the people one can reach through such a simple thing as a blog.

Summer rain

Heavy rain pounds on the roofs and the streets. Grass fragile and brittle from weeks in the hot sun. Unforgiving rays, bringing the people out to enjoy the great beginning of this summer, but the grass under their feet is not soft and long, no not at all, it is short from breaking under the weight of people, breaking out of dehydration, dying in the dry days.
The streets look darker, dirt washed away and the birds seem to sing clearer, as if they found a small pond of water to sip from and clear their throats in.
Trees are out of bloom already, dead capsules of hope all over the streets, wishing of the next generation. But heavy rain, come crashing down, sweeping the hope away, down the drain...

Clouds separate in a silent divorce, giving us back the blue sky piece by piece.
I can hear voices, I can hear cars. I can hear music and I can hear the ocean.
The sounds of Stockholm after a hard summer rain.

waking up

fragmented pieces of thoughts
whirl around
in the morning hours
like unsettled grains of dust
in a summer breeze

a cup of tea
a cup of love
a cup to wake me up
a cup I long for

good morning world
what is new today?
work work work
or is there something else at bay?

Nailed down

A mind
bent out of shape
disfigured and rotten
in the corners of existence

Loops of fear
before the thoughts connect
bringing sanity
within mental reach

Nailed down
to the skull
drilled in deep
to prevent implosion

A mind
heavy with the burden
of complete enlightenment
A closed circle - broken only by the outer world

Uniqe world in all of us

The best movies are books.
I came to that conclusion yesterday.

Hail to Earth

Deep blue sky
fills the universe
as far as we can see
black that is so blue

Stained world
dirty with
fingerprints of
destruction

Roads as lines
on the aging beauty
wrinkles
on a dying bride

captured by the wind

captured by the wind
in a moment of weakness
my thoughts flood the world
for a second
as space takes a new shape
when we close our eyes
connected by heart
by soul
by love
and by words

we are closer than the
ink to the paper
but further apart then stars and the moons
above
we can kiss all night
but reality will
separate even lovers
as morning comes

blown in different directions
we always come back
to be as close as only we can be
like the leaves blown off the trees
circling the sky
landing softly
in each others arms