La Emergencia

Today calls for a music video. A day like this, when the sun lights up the buildings that yesterday were drenched in grey wet autumn. Something to lighten up the spririts, a reason to see life as living, breathing - not as stale as just before.

Video

Destinación al Otro

Es raro, pero si ocurre. Encuentras tu pasado traducido en otro idioma, en otra cultura en otro pensar - en otro modo de vivir. Encontré una página asiática con todas las canciónes, fotos y información sobre mi grupo de música metal/goth que yo tenia de hace tiempo. No quiero dar la dirección electronica de esa página todavia, ya que no estoy seguro exáctamente del propósito de aquel. Solo pienso que es curioso como las obras de uno affectan a otros, sin uno saberlo.

Night and A Teddy Bear Called Nothing

Teddy is a brownish rug mammal tilted on my bed
At an angle that equals my own, while I'm disembodied overhead.
My blanket, the battlefield where my arms and feet fight for space
On the floor my pillow defeated by spiritual thousand volt seizures.
Teddy is the priest exorcising me
Teddy likes to be called Nothing
He is soft and warm with cold peering eyes.

Buried in his fur are old yellow toothpicks
Leftovers he stole from all the restaurants we visited.
“Did you keep the score, uh?”
Teddy slowly opens his mouth unable to fully lift his head
“Boy, keep pestering me while I sleep and I’ll rip your head off!”
My hand waves mockingly at him from above.
“You’re too slow and fat, besides everyone hates you for being Nothing.”

Teddy’s shadow is cast upon the walls by a passing cars spotlight
His growls fill my head as the room is lit up.
“Look at the crucifix boy and repent!”
A prism of colours reflect in Teddy’s eyes seeking their target.
Hard into the bed I crash, deep within the thick blankets
I am suffocating, waving my arms and legs to get rid of the heat.
One, two, even five toothpicks are buried into my body
“Feel that? Now you’re not going anywhere”

Pinned down, forced to sleep within the warmth I so despise.
My hand reaches out struggling in the darkness
Finally, Click! I find the button.
Air, cold and soothing hits my aching body and mind.
Far from my bed and the present, Teddy is swept away.
“Goodbye childhood, goodbye Teddy, goodbye Nothing.”

Comics I'm Reading

Today I noticed that serieteket (the library of comics here in Stockholm) had aquired more material from one of my favourite comic artists, Chester Brown. So I grabbed them and some other titles I hopefully will like.

I will post the titles and pictures (to start keeping a record of what I have read).

The image for Nosotros Somos Los Muertos is wrong (#3 not #10). Couldn't find one and I'm too lazy right now to scan its cover.

BTW. I want this book after I have read these comics. It seems hilarious.