I heard muffled cries of seagulls, finding their way into the windmills of my mind minutes before they lost sight of everything.
torsdag, juli 29
onsdag, juli 21
måndag, juli 19
söndag, maj 2
tisdag, april 27
The Traveller
Someone travelled to eight different countries. In some, he stayed for several weeks. In others, he just spent a few hours dining, talking to one or two people that he would meet, just passing time, briefly getting to know his surroundings. He would often feel more at home in these short stays, maybe because of the easy nature of them. In the longer stays, he would always run the risk of starting to feel the pressures of a holiday, but stepping out of an airport in a foreign land for an hour or two would be very much like stepping out of your own door after a night's sleep.
måndag, april 26
No Love Lost
I thought I saw sparkling crystal lights floating down the wall in front of me. I reached out to touch the cold stone and I felt an easy shiver as my hand touched the light grey bricks. Small drips of clear water appeared over my fingertips, I tasted it and held my tongue there for a little while. I took one step forward, and looked around to see if anyone was watching. Then I started slowly licking the bricks, softly touching the raspy, dewy texture with the tip of my tongue. At first I felt a wet sensation, but it soon dried out, and the dryness grew into an overwhelming feeling. I stopped abruptly, staggered back and looked at my hands. They were light pink, I clenched them until they were red like the inside of my mouth.
måndag, januari 4
tisdag, december 8
Slow Waves
This lo-fi, sexy slow-motion mix from last summer is now complete with sci-fi ending. Swim deep!
torsdag, december 3
Brothers In Arms (Deep Water)
Speak to me, tell me all your secrets. Hidden in the water lie a thousand unfinished dreams and wishes, and to dive for them only takes a heartful of courage and a mouthful of oxygene.
Ten City - Nothing's Changed (Acroostic Version)
söndag, oktober 11
No Words Left But Whispering Thunder
Take it easy. A man told me this and I tried to follow his advice. I did the best that I could, and followed a narrow passage down to a hidden rooftop. I tracked a rabbit down and sat with him out in the dark forest. I took the train to San Antonio and talked to the fishermen. I worked as a ferryman on a boat on the Hudson River. I ran with the sheep on an island west of Ireland, where the hills all had eyes and the lungs were filled with salty water. Finally, I sat down on the docks of Albany and listened to the wind. It didn't seem to carry any words, only a crystal sound that bore a vague resemblance to shaking leaves.
torsdag, oktober 1
onsdag, september 23
Water From A Vine Leaf
"The dreamers, you know, they are the ones who are really awake!"
"Yes! Or, at least, so I've heard. I can't help but think about a funny thing though, something that happened to me on one of my journeys abroad, a long time ago. There was this funny looking man that I would run into every now and then, and you would always remember his looks, partly because he was always wearing this rust-coloured fur coat that was a bit over-sized. The most noticeable thing about him, however, was that he would never finish a sentence. At first, I didn't notice this, I would just assume that he was temporarily distracted. But at some point, It began to bother me, it became an irritating fact that I couldn't seem to shake off. In one of our conversations, that used to take place in the late evenings at a diner close to where I lived, by the way, I finally gathered enough confidence to ask him about this. When he started talking, I imagined that I could see that he was mostly relieved to meet somebody that he could share this with, to have that basis of trust with someone. He began speaking of this affair he had a few years ago with a woman, they met at a bar, in the afternoon while the sun was still shining outside. And the look of each other blinded them both, so that they soon stopped to take notice of the sun outside. When they left, it was pitch black, and they were helplessly in love. Outside, it had started to rain, and as he was standing really close to her, he looked at her cheeks that were both covered with tiny drops of dark water. They crossed an open field, this wasn't far from the countryside, you know, and then as they were running side by side, she suddenly stopped. -Why do you stop, he asked, feeling nervous about this sudden gesture that seemed so rash. -If you must ask this, I cannot go on. I must leave us here, in this state of affairs, and never come back. She ran off, further into the darkness, causing a wave of black leaves to take off in the dark night behind her. He watched the leaves as they slowly fell to the ground, making no sound whatsoever. From that night, he said, this condition of his had been constant. I had been listening with great interest, but it all seemed a bit fabricated, to tell the truth. He seemed to have been making it up as he went along, really. I'd like to think that he was just a dreamer, like you and me, caught up in a daily whirlpool of love, making it hard to think straight for all its turns and spins, ups and downs. Wouldn't you? Because when it all comes down, it's not so hard to understand."
Doug Kershaw - Willie's Shades
söndag, september 13
torsdag, augusti 27
Empty phrases sent to the Cranes
It's a well known fact, what may be work to some is simple and pure pleasure to others. I know I must try to cling to the notion that it is possible to make something out of nothing, and that the level of nothingness is always negotiable. Time and time again.
lördag, augusti 15
Daughter Of Light
Gather up the roses, save one for me. "These things happen, and they will", even after we've gone. So please stay true, now that I trust that you always were.
torsdag, augusti 13
torsdag, juli 2
A Distant Memory (Notes From A Near Shore)
I haven't forgotten anything, I can still hear your voice echo from afar, sending chilled notes in the wake of yesterday's dreams and delusions of grandeur. Today, everything appears to be a bit clearer, to the point that it would almost seem like you could reach out and touch the hand that you thought was lost a long time ago. Pick up the pieces, go about your journey and carry on, carry on, what you thought was lost will be found someday.
fredag, juni 5
Santa Cruz Mountains (My Heart Beats For You)
If I could, I would give to you the world and more, no pre-conceptions or easy give-aways could ever cover all that I have in mind.
söndag, maj 17
Baleares (La Luna Segunda)
Sometimes when the night comes, I wish that you would be walking on the beach here with me, looking at the crystal water reflecting in our foggy eyes, wet from tears and laughter. Although I know deep down that it could never be like that, that we will always speak in different tongues and walk our separate ways, that this earth is too small for us and that it can only hold a handfull of all the things we want do. But let's not think about that now, there are far more important matters to take care of right now. A bird whistles in the wind, and feet are clapping against the sand of an empty shoreline where distant voices keep ringing out over the sea.
måndag, maj 11
Forgotten Lore, New Found Love
Old friends, standing ready to dive at the sound of a seagull calling. They met by the shore, with sand cracking under their feet, and sympathy was far, too far away. Then, a lone dove comes flying over the water and all that they thought was lost is now lit through by bright rays of sunshine. They slowly regain their balance and take each others' arms before they jump into the dark sea below.
tisdag, maj 5
onsdag, april 29
söndag, april 26
Old Town
I passed through the old latin quarters today, where smoke and dust made my eyes foggy and sweet noises kept ringing in my ears. I hope I will go there soon again, swirling down a whirlpool of old memories and forgotten tales, ancient mysteries of love and theft.
fredag, april 24
Late Night Thunder
I went to the beach at night, I can't remember why but I think it was something that I felt I just had to do. I dug a hole near the shoreline, the sand was wet and heavy, and way down there I placed one muscat, one apple-seed and one piece of ginger. The most beautiful things can be seen at this sight today, and I can't help but feel that I have a small part in it.
onsdag, april 22
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