Short Story of My Life

BWO- Sunshine in the Rain

When I’m in Berlin you’re off to London
When I’m in New York you’re doing Rome
All those crazy nights we spend together
As voices on the phone

Wishing we could be more telepathic
Tired of the nights I sleep alone
Wishing we could redirect the traffic
And find ourselves a home

Monkey Does, Monkey Do

Photographs: Granada, Nicaragua

...kind of like shopping in Malmo, everything and everyone look the same. Kind of boring.

I bought new pair of sunglasses. An no – they are not Ray Bans…

My Life in a Song

The Verve – Bittersweet Symphony

Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the veins meet,

No change, I can't change
I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no

Well I never pray
But tonight I'm on my knees
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me,
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now

No change, I can't change
I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change
I can't change

Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
Try to find some money then you die

You know I can't change, I can't change
I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no