I haven't really been touching my keyboard lately so lacking new material I make it easy for myself by posting something I wrote some years ago, old it may be but not necessarily any less current.
Förkastad
En ensam varg blickar upp mot skyn. Ett yl ekar genom berg och dal. Ånger, smärta och förbannelse över sina val. Allt detta ryms i hans sång.
I en fjärran skog finns hans forna flock. Valpar tumlar under moderns ömma blick. de vuxna stämmer upp i unison ton. Glädje, stolthet, gemenskap och makt innehåller deras sång.
English version
Rejected
A lone wolf look up at the darkening sky. A howl echoes thru valley and mountain. Anguish, sorrow, agony and condemnation over his choices. All this is filled within his song.
In a distant forest his former pack. Pups tumbles under their mothers gentle eye. The adults cue up in unison tone. Happiness, pride, unity, power is contained in their song.
Yup, there is no doubt about it, today spring finally arrived in Brugge. The sky have been clear blue, the air warm, people are back playing frisbee outside of Bauhaus, they’ve had to fake! rain for the Colin Farrel movie that’s being shot here, beauty whereever I look and a acute yearning for an end to solitude.
In the warm breeze a promise, a promise of change. Butterfly caught in the wind, flutters away.
Every now and then I develop a need to write so strong I can feel the Words yearning to come out, some of those times I don't get further than to the first line before I hit a complete block. When that happens, deleting and starting over normally will have the Words flowing as if by their own. But sometimes I end up with a nothing but a blank screen taunting my equally blank mind. Today were one of those times, the Words that so desperately wanted to get out were locked away in a dungeon hidden in the dark. Still wanting to write, I came to think about continuing on a screenplay I started writing on a few years ago. With just some 30 pages left to be written it got put aside, hibernating to be woken up again one day.
Today might have been that day had it not been for me having lost both of my backups of it. Well that's not entirely true, Until just a while ago I thought that I still had the CD backup but soon enough came to the conclusion that I don't. But I think I still have the printout at my ex-girlfriends place and would ask her about it if I didn't suspect that if I do she'd probably shred it and then burn the remains, that is if she haven't done so already.
The words are still trapped in the dungeon, the play lost but at least I have my next blog entry done.
PS If anyone out there got a CD with a screenplay on it titled Orsak och Verkan that is authored by yours truly please drop me a line.
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In a few days it is Valentine's Day. Being single, a romantic candle lit dinner with a woman I love and all else that belongs with it isn't going to happen. Instead I think I'll stay at home, read a book and try to fool myself into believing that single life is something I genuinely enjoy. Or possibly I'll be listening to Chet Baker's My Funny Valentine while sighing deeply.
That Gates can have quite some confidence in the supposed superiority of Vista isn't anything new. If one are to believe him it's the greatest thing since sliced bread. Now he even have gone a step further by daring anybody to exploit Vista.
Nowadays, security guys break the Mac every single day. Every single day, they come out with a total exploit, your machine can be taken over totally. I dare anybody to do that once a month on the Windows machine.
A couple of days ago they closed off the street where I live to do some maintanence. Brugge wouldn't be Brugge if one main road or another isn't closed off and torn open. However, since I'm not driving a car and the work haven't come to my end of the street I haven't thought much about it. That is until an hour ago.
Running out of smokes late at night I rushed out and got up on my bike intent on making it to a night shop a little further down the street before it closed. As a I was blazing down the street at full speed I saw the occassional pile of cobblestones, with the accompanying hole. Soon enough I learned the hard way that:
A. My street really need better lightning. B. Not all pot holes do have a pile of stones next to them. C. I can fly, but not very far and I really suck at the landing gracefully part.
Miracously I got away without a single bruise, the same can not be said about my front wheel that looks like.. well like a front weel that hit a pothole at 30km/h.
I hereby propose to concerned authorities to make a new warning label for tobacco with the text 'Smoking can be hazardous to your bicycle' I'll even donate my front wheel for the obligatory scary picture.
Today something rare happened, it snowed in Belgium. It made me happy seeing these big white snow flakes slowly fall through the sky and to feel them land on my head. Though the happiness didn't last for long, as it reminded me about my native country Sweden. Worse still, it reminded me about Ina, my Siberian Husky. In my head I got these vivid images of how she would become absoluetely filled with joy upon arrival of the first snow. How she would plough through the snow with her nose and how when she raised her head and looked at me with that doggy smile of hers, there would often be an inch high snow cone resembling a miniature rhinocerus horn on the tip of her nose.
Strange how something that makes one happy also can make one immensely sad.
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