Blogg – Page 26 – Sofia Albertsson

Nu har den årliga Halloweenfesten varit! Jag gick som voodookvinna. Mina förberedelser var mestadels en massa accessoarer som var jätteroliga att bygga. Som: ett halsband av människotänder, vilka […]

A strange hunger haunted me, the looming shadows danced

When I was a boy, the moon was a pearl the sun a yellow gold

There was no tomorrows, we’d packed away our sorrows

Along crags and sunless cracks I go

I’m a fountain of blood, in the shape of a girl

Catch the tears of a window, in a thimble made of glass

And their memory’s like a train, you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away

And the fence posts in the moonlight look like bones

And the music softly moans, t’ain’t no sin to take off your skin

The cows are lying down, the autumn’s taking over