Every day is a pilgrimageA slow travel towards originThe constant search for belongingIn the rushing of leaves, the cooking of…
You would rather keep me as a distant possibility that you can use as a fairytale to lull you to…
I wander the path between death and dreamThe city falls awayThe mountain dissolvesIf this is goodbye
Every day is a pilgrimageA slow travel towards originThe constant search for belongingIn the rushing of leaves, the cooking of…
You would rather keep me as a distant possibility that you can use as a fairytale to lull you to…
Ja så jeg er fuld før middag og hvad så? Ingen i verden vil dømme mig.Og jeg er forelsket…
Jeg starter med en 10års Ararat og tænker lidt på Armenien. Lidt på perfekte møder. De er jo dejlige,…
Så jeg kørte til Holbæk, fordi hvad fanden skulle jeg ellers. Folk er idioter, ligusterfascisterne lurer om hvert et…