ANAGRAMS (26)

A wolf in your heart with disheveled eyes
And an invaded bird in my hands

Who holds the truth?

Out there
In the marketplace
A big blind prophet
Sells
Hereditary martyrdom
And rents out redemption.

Who buys the truth?

Metallica was playing in the Roskilde Festival last night. I missed the concert for some reason. The funny think about this event in Denmark is that almost all the papers print only Lars Ulrich's photo as a national pride when they want to write about Metalica. I just wonder what Lars Ulrich has inherited from Denmark but a slightly Danish acssent in his English. It sound a sif we wouldn't listen to Metallica if Lars did not happen to be Dane!!!

ANAGRAMS (25)

You are soon to die
Here, it's my credit card
If you see the Guy
Please buy me a piece of damnation
But only if it is not more expensive than salvation.

ANAGRAMS (24)

Unbearability of truth
Facticity of lies
My hands cannot cover your eyes.

ANAGRAMS (23)

In the beginning was Man;
only one word.
Man learned words
and words created worlds.
Man then said
"the Word was God"
The end of creation.

By my window comes a bird every morning. It sounds like an old man, shagging a dog. When the bird sings I wake up from my latest nightmare into the boredom of everyday, whose sun shines as dirty as that dog, being shagged by the old blind man.

ANAGRAMS (22)

The night is gay
And the dark is light
If words had wings by any means
I would fly
Beyond the last vowel of silence.

ANAGRAMS (21)

The nudity of my veil is getting shied
I need a glass house to hid myself.

After living more than two years and a half I have just become a tourist, living in a hotel! Though it feels sort of cool.