Ur Arkivet: Märkliga Mail Jag Fått, Part Deux.

Ja, jag tar mitt kulturella ansvar och publicerar härmed det andra mailet som skickades till mig från honom som vi nu med gott samvete kan kalla vår favorit-spanjor.


On the radio...

Hola ojos bonitos... I just arrived from the radio... we are in a program called "Pop diary" with my band.. and ok... It sounded three songs from the band and we gave more than 40 free tickets for the concert we play tomorrow...
Quickly I run at home, today there is a wild wind in Madrid and at six o clock is night... now I´m listening "Ten storey love song" of stone roses... I need something happens in my life...

Anyway, they are strange days for me... Maybe I´m very sensitive person and when I feel bad for the behaviour of someone or the people in general... I´m more & more strange...

In the other hand, I could feel in the interview that my head was in other place... I´m not really sure that my dream in this world is my band...(But maybe is the medium) I was thinking about you, the words that sometimes we have between us and the exotic distance that makes we are so close and so far...

I thought that my dream is walking with someone like you ... someone common and different in the same time, see the things in the world like a child again and share cuddles and sweet kisses in the night in a sweet hot bed... Where is the door to that world.... are you there...?

Ur Arkivet: Märkliga Mail Jag Fått

Blev igår påmind om en jävligt skum mailväxling jag var en del av på MySpace år 2005. Nån himla snubbe från Madrid med världens Richey Edwards-komplex såg min profil och kände sig nödd och tvungen att skicka ett gäng smäktande meddelanden till mig i vilka han verkligen gick till botten med sina känslor inför sitt eget ytliga rockstarliv och känslorna inom honom som mina profilbilder tydligen lockade fram. Jag svarade aldrig på hans meddelanden, men han fortsatte att skicka dom. Det var som adelsdamen som sitter i sitt torn och är sval medans någon himla jeppe i knästrumpor och befjädrad hatt står nedanför och knäpper på sin mandolin och sjunger om damens fullkomlighet. Fast på MySpace. Och på nästintill obegriplig engelska. Det måste varit mitt dåvarande Louise Brooks-hår som snärjde honom.

Meddelandena är iallafall av sådan art att de förtjänar ett bättre öde än att ligga och ruttna i min inkorg på MySpace, och de publiceras härmed som ett kulturminne för eftervärlden. Läs och njut.

My Kings night redraft... "Where the roses grow...?"

Hola Joahanna...

Now it´s half past six in Madrid... I´m very drunk at my home listening Nick Cave, little minutes ago a girl friend of mine carried to me in her car to my home.. night was cold throught the car window, fast traffic on the empty and soft road, tress like shadows and the eternal enigma inside of all that buildings, little people in little houses making a normal life...? that´s life that I can´t find...?

Last night I was in the Milky Way (The club in which I work...) ok: tequila sunrise and ron all the night with 50´s music... hummm... very freaky people... then... I was in a club called Astoria with a MTV person djing..and I could feel the emptiness, the empty night, the empty life... two or three girls catched my body but when I didn´t wanted more they catched another of my friends...

Then I feel the pressure... maybe it´s better go fuck with a momentary happy girl... but i can´t do it...

Some of my friend are fucking in the bathrooms and all the people look crazy, but it´s simple... I can´t... so I´m living on mars...? That´s my question...

I love a manic street preachers song called "A design for life" (A design for not die..." you must listen this song... "I wish I had a bottle..." when there´s no soul at all and my mind is sad...

A japanese girl came to me and I thought she was different... but no...

I´m a passive person in clubs... This is not my land at all...I believe in sweet life and all I find there, is emptiness...

Sometimes when I see you in the pics I could sing: "I wish you were here..." this world is a terrible thing, here and there... The stars wars is a real thing, inside of everyone there´s a war, but sadly... almost all the people prefers a libertine rol than fight for a better world where feelings rule... I can understand it but it´s sad anyway... and I ask to myself... and now ... what...?

All people lie, all people laugh and then die...

I´m a love warrior and it´s for it that the nights for me are f*** bored...? I´m 31 years old and I don´t like fuck with persons that tomorrow after the cocaine and alcohol effects only they would want to die... empty souls.

Johanna, When I see you, you are a sun for me... you look so ethereal, magic and beautiful...

"I wish I had a bottle... I wish you were here..."

Really love is easy when two persons know what they like...? true love is cruel love when you can see around...

I am Sick and pale but Strangely alive...

Un beso.