Conceived in the middle of falling rockets!I came to this world as the manifestation of my mother’s conspiracy to play god!To summon hope in a hopeless world!The aberration!White haired and heavy!Cut out of her, leaving a mark for ever! The bastard son!Made of gold and dirt.Destined to shine!With a single rose petal,beating desperately in my …
I was walking down the road,One day…In my little conformist life…Going to work or school or some shit…Or on my way back home…Getting groceries…or thinking about what my career path would lead to…I’m telling you…it was just a normal day…like so many we have had before…He showed up with a crowd of other animals… dusty …
So I went and saw the this opera interpretation of death and the maiden at Malmö opera. Now Im putting my headphones on, put some Victor Jara and tell you what I think about this thing I experienced! First of all, not too many people showed up so they had to squeeze the hall to …
I saw inti illimani historico. it was such an insane experience seeing these actual living legends performing before my eyes with their wildly layered music… Songs of my childhood bringing all sort of emotions out. they took me on the hot summer roads in iran in a peugeot 504, a cassette playing that i had …
there are spoilers of the tosca opera by puccini, but i guess if you have missed it since 1900, its more on you at this point! So yeah, i went and saw Tosca live in palladium in Malmö! it was my birthday gift! palladium is such a beautiful place. I never had the chance to …
fuck this these laws! let me elaborate a bit.I want to tell you the story of a german woman so maybe you follow better. i’ll tell you my story afterwards. She is racialized, but she is at least not coming from one of those “shit-hole” countries like mine. I’m sure it makes it easier, just …
all them things are connected! your violence… to mine… my gender role’s to theirs… as my gender… roles… under him… crawls… next to hers… all… over… the place… what place? the place! where i call home! where you lord my land… where i give birth… to a slave… to a soldier… to a cop! where …
politics lays its white gloves on the bedside table, unbuttons its embroidered uniform and crawls next to us in our beds, in all the beds we have ever been, with its slimy body, with its cold hands… with the roles we take, or we break, with the spaces that we lay into, the ones we …
im tired sister… im tired my dear… im too tired my baby… feeling lonely… where ever i go… in every room… lunch at work… talking money… measuring their dicks… metaphorically… thankfully! out with friends… only they are the real deal… walking in the streets… one out of two passing by voted for nazis*… the others …