February 2008
Till minne av John Hron
Det är onsdag kväll, en av de allra sista dagarna av sommarlovet. John ska börja skolan på måndag, åttonde klass. Han bor i Kungälv med s
Sedan tycker jag vi slår ett slag under bältet på alla multinationella överkapitalistiska skitföretag.... Tacka McDonalds för fattigdom och svält....
Lalalalala jag har fett med tråååk........ har endå varit en bra dag idag... lala underhåll mig.... vad händer om man låtsas att man är fyrtio nä
Over there that little mountain rises, while some others dissolve into a plain. Time redefines itself and falls in sadness grain by grain ...
"Time, my dear, heals all the wounds", the two-tongues
May I kiss you wound?
Maybe that will heal my soul.
Free me from this tomb, light my darkness, make me whole!
Let me take your hand, and together we shall fly to a lonely place, where as "lovers" w
Chill is dripping silently,
I am drowning in myself.
My hope has left me alone and barren,
my grave - the only loving place.
I hate my own loathsome smell,
this stench and old-age and maledorous
Now and then I'm scared, when I seem to forget how sounds become words or even sentences ... No, I don't speak anymore and what could I say, since no-one is there and there is nothing to say ...
So
Hands folded in a prayer,
A rosary embedded in-between ... -
Tonight I'll join you in your sleep.
... sleep brings no joy to me ...
I'll bring you back to life this night,
It's meant for the
I dreamt that I was lying on the bottom of the dark and never-ending sea, on a bed that my dead lover was preparing with his own skeleton for me ...
"...bring us a goat and we'll show you the way s
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