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Amanda Nørgaard

The pictures are not reposts, so feel free :)
The poem is very beautiful, but also very sad.
 
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http://fionakaboutchek.tumblr.com/
 
those pictures from fionakaboutchek are the most amazing i ever seen of Amanda, I suppose :) :magic: so beautiful
 
African Women

Afrikanske kvinder


Med hoejspaendte buer og til strammede halse

Spyr ild og roede oejne I natten.

Mens de I deres pumpende aarer skyder sig, med et heroisk stof.

Danser tomono saa deres smykker slaar vildt omkring sig.

Slaar dem til blods og bag masken graeder de.

Graeder hvidt pulversne og iskolde taarer, som snart forvandles til beskidte kanaler ned af den sorte hud.

Fra deres blaa blod kommer kun fryg og fra deres hjerte ingen lyd.

Fra forsoemte boerns skrig kommer kun tomhed.

Og fra deres tomhed, uendelighed.

Afrikanske kvinder har blaa maerker og rifter saa dybt siddende I deres maghoni-hud, at ingen kan skue dem rene igen.

Der danser de tomono til blodet fosser og huden falder af.

Saa genfoedes de.

By Amanda Noergaard
 
She always seems so frail and vulnerable but at the same time like she's above everything else. It's weird. I totally love the vibe she gives off.
 
I'm from Norway but I can understand Danish pretty well. I don't feel comfortable translating it though, I'm sorry. Maybe a Danish person can though?
 
I'm kinda in a hurry, so i havent got the time to translate it. but the poem uses african women as a kind of metaforic way of explaining how hars life can be. Like, she's putting it in perspective, and makes it seem so unselfish and like a cry for help on the behalf of the whole world. Mostly, she has some very good words on the general mind of a woman, who is experiencing choices etc. and it shows just how much Amanda know about this.

Anyways, maybe I'm wrong and Amandas has another idea of it, since I've been wrong about such things before. lol. anyways. just to give you an idea. Put it in google translate, and maybe youll get an idea. It's meant to be abstract to don't get afraid :)
 
The shots of Amanda standing on the balcony and sitting in the chair are my favs of the whole set :wub: Absolutely mind-blowing. I mean, there's nothing too exciting about them but the mood, the vibe she's spreading in them and the way they look (very soft and kind of innocent, vulnerable as someone above pointed out) is just pure love. Not to mention she looks simply stunning in each one of them without even trying too hard or wearing make-up/ being styled to death. Well, even though there might not be too much major stuff coming up from Amanda, these pics show me the reason again why I love her so much :heart:
 
Lol, it was a little confusing but thank you! I am going to put it in a translator right now...
 
The shots of Amanda standing on the balcony and sitting in the chair are my favs of the whole set :wub: Absolutely mind-blowing. I mean, there's nothing too exciting about them but the mood, the vibe she's spreading in them and the way they look (very soft and kind of innocent, vulnerable as someone above pointed out) is just pure love. Not to mention she looks simply stunning in each one of them without even trying too hard or wearing make-up/ being styled to death. Well, even though there might not be too much major stuff coming up from Amanda, these pics show me the reason again why I love her so much :heart:

Amanda deserves more major stuff :( I don't want her to fade away.
 
For my English speaking peeps:

With tense arms and tightened necks

Spewing flames and red-eye in the night.

While in their veins pumping shoot, with a heroic substance.

Dancer tomono saw their jewelry beats wildly around him.

Turns them into blood and behind the mask they cried.

Cries of white powder and icy tears, which soon turned into dirty channels off the black skin.

From their blue blood only comes from fear and their hearts no sound.

From neglected children scream comes only emptiness.

And from their emptiness, infinity.

African women have bruises and cuts so deep seated in their mahogany-skin that no one can grasp them clean again.

The dancing tomono to the blood gushing and skin falling off.

Then they are reborn.
 

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