nowwheredays. |
http://lortigt-och-salt.blogspot.com/
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 17:14:00 GMT |
coming through. |
left-overs for my hungry mouth.give-takers for my empty mind.simple-beaters for my skywalks by nite.heartbreakers for my burned out soul.from hot to cold,from brave to bored.give me more cause, I..m a...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Mar 2009 06:04:00 GMT |
i need a lift. |
Standing on the side of the road, with a long shadow and suitcases, going nowhere, I don..t care, I..m a grown man, holding my own hand, kicking my own ass for crying, I..m dying on the inside, and I ...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 02:54:00 GMT |
words from 6 years in Barcelona. |
bicycle rides, Lenin, c/ la luna 28, wow, ORO, two kiss hellos, plataforma, Gary Cooper, merengue, reyes magos, cortaditos, porro, 36+4+2, iguapop, c/ napoles 27, el Mundo, night walks, futbol, poster...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Oct 2008 18:14:00 GMT |
final. |
grey and rain,colder but warmer,inside this house of mine, steam from teapot brings another tune, flourish before winter,fade in summer, season number three, my old friend, looking at the wind, eatin...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 18:18:00 GMT |
notes. |
willing to be whatever you wanted me to be, deep asleep walking through your door, the wind closes mine behind me, listening to your echos of past love, reverse undoing, not like this, not like that, ...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Sep 2008 14:11:00 GMT |
stories untold. |
let the words speak for themselfs , let the accions take all decisions, lies as we know it have come to be the truth for the majority of all. Agreed. Our greed. Why do we. Why don..t you. Concrete and...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 10:32:00 GMT |
i rörelse. |
Den mätta dagen, den är aldrig störst.Den bästa dagen är en dag av törst.Nog finns det mål och mening i vår färd -men det är vägen, som är mödan värd.Det bästa målet är en nattlång rast,där elden tänd...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 18:24:00 GMT |
jag är en hund. |
:::"barking at the moon once more, my throat hurts, give me something, give me anything, a disgusting type noise, give me vomit, sniffing around corners and parks, nothing that sparks, got that type c...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:29:00 GMT |
Rub my back. |
Rub my back and tell me that its gonna be alright, comfort me with your love, slow me down, bring the beat down, breathe with me, breathe with me, deeper and deeper into a slumber of love, just for no...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 04:51:00 GMT |
