020040082 UA-118642529-1 Exordia N'ordinary Hazards | SUPERSPACE | Jarfalla

/ “Now this hill has become one of the salvaged territories from humanity and the greedy technology. It is more than a green public area with these old trees, which store the magical songs of dreams and history, lost in mists of time. You need to share a memory, otherwise it would not take you in and to go further you need to share more. I have privilege to enter since my childhood was a hide and seek in its down deeps. Do not look at me! You have to say something if you want to come with me! Ok! I’ll make it easy for you. You see that Yellow House there! Don’t tell anybody but we would lay down on the roof and shoot the stars that counting us! All day up and down, looking for the great gran’ granny’s that were unaware of the houseworks that ‘son of Akes’ cried about.” I like them when they seem to be rhymed. Here comes another one! “new new new! auch auch auch! it was fun for a while to clip the earth for more and without thinking no more, accusing this and that made a fortune for some time however, we were just a child and Järfälla was already the city of future in the “World Catalog 1974”. I felt I was in a crater in Mars. I felt I was a crater in Mars or was that the (w)hole in my soul?!”

 

I remember now more clearly it was easy having good time in that magical small land. “My first serenade with guitar and accordion from two brothers at the corner of Mjölnarvägen after an illegal fencing game with Gustav that hurt my ankle for good,” and “these hands -the reason to be the first of tree climbers- survived many loneliness, pain and fragmentation as we grew apart as well as (s)words standing in line to obey rough loves startled with an apple, that made me who I am for now, who would ”run out into the early twilight, push her hand through the sky” and try not to remember that the world was torn down to its parts, a thousand sparkling eyes were lying on the ground. Look! That door is standing there, since I know it, waiting for me to open and go through to the other spaces and times. Yes, that easy! We thought wars would make the end of us, we would not imagine with the desire to live happily ever after, we could accomplish the unthinkable. But in here, you don’t feel like that the end has already happened and there is nothing out there. No other spaces, no other times. No happy endings or sad ones...

 

Sometimes, here I sit down and feel like it is only two of me left in this world to love and hate, to cry and laugh, to be and not to be.. all alone in a fight that makes you think it is the only end, the end of the beginning...

 EXORDIA AND ORDINARY HAZARDS 

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