W E 1 C 0 M E
N A M U R I

Aug 31, 2017

I'm always innately attracted to this building.
































Palazzo della Civiltà del Lavoro
EUR, Rome







Aug 21, 2017

Lethal Kittens


Flowers are for amateurs, Mr. Banksy.
Kittens are more effective.






Jul 27, 2017

Bergatrollet friade till fager ungersven




Herr Mannelig

Bittida en morgon innan solen upprann
Innan foglarna började sjunga
Bergatrollet friade till fager ungersven
Hon hade en falskeliger tunga

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej

Eder vill jag gifva de gångare tolf
Som gå uti rosendelunde
Aldrig har det varit någon sadel uppå dem
Ej heller betsel uti munnen

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej

Eder vill jag gifva de qvarnarna tolf
Som stå mellan Tillö och Ternö
Stenarna de äro af rödaste gull
Och hjulen silfverbeslagna

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej

Eder vill jag gifva ett förgyllande svärd
Som klingar utaf femton guldringar
Och strida huru I strida vill
Stridsplatsen skolen i väl vinna

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej

Eder vill jag gifva en skjorta så ny
Den bästa I lysten att slita
Inte är hon sömnad av nål eller trå
Men virkat av silket det hvita

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej

Sådana gåfvor jag toge väl emot
Om du vore en kristelig qvinna
Men nu så är du det värsta bergatroll
Af Neckens och djävulens stämma

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej

Bergatrollet ut på dörren sprang
Hon rister och jämrar sig svåra
Hade jag fått den fager ungersven
Så hade jag mistat min plåga

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig
För det jag bjuder så gerna
I kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
Om i viljen eller ej



Sir Mannelig

Early one morning before the sun did rise
And the birds sang their sweet song
The mountain troll proposed to the fair squire
She had a false deceitful tongue

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won't you marry me
For all that I'll gladly give you
You may answer only yes or no
Will you do so or no

To you I will give the twelve great steeds
That graze in a shady grove
Never has a saddle been mounted on their backs
Nor had a bit in their mouths

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won't you marry me
For all that I'll gladly give you
You may answer only yes or no
Will you do so or no

To you I will give the twelve fine mills
That stand between Tillo and Terno
The mill stones are made of the reddest brass
And the wheels are silver-laden

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won't you marry me
For all that I'll gladly give you
You may answer only yes or no
Will you do so or no

To you I will give the gilded sword
That jingles from fifteen gold rings
And strike with it in battle as you will
On the battlefield you will conquer

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won't you marry me
For all that I'll gladly give you
You may answer only yes or no
Will you do so or no

To you I will give a brand new shirt
The lustrous best for to wear
It is not sewn with needle or thread
But crocheted of the whitest silk

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won't you marry me
For all that I'll gladly give you
You may answer only yes or no
Will you do so or no

Gifts such as these I would gladly receive
If you were a Christian woman
But I know you are the worst mountain troll
From the spawn of Necken and the devil

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won't you marry me
For all that I'll gladly give you
You may answer only yes or no
Will you do so or no

The mountain troll ran out the door
She wailed and she shrieked so loudly
"Had I gotten that handsome squire
From my torment I would be free now"

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won't you marry me
For all that I'll gladly give you
You may answer only yes or no
Will you do so or no



Herr Mannelig (also known as Bergatrollets frieri, The Courting of the Mountain Troll)
is a medieval Swedish folk ballad that tells the story of a female mountain troll (bergatroll)
who proposes marriage to Sir Mannelig (Herr Mannelig), a young human man.
She offers him many great gifts but he refuses her.







Jul 21, 2017

I can't feel, it's like I'm dead



Every time you go away
I feel the pain, I feel the same
It's like a rain
I hear your name, I fall apart
This is the end
Why do we start?

This is the only way, you go away
Be my friend, come back again
Come back again

Every time she goes away, I feel the pain
I feel the same, it's like a rain
Every time I hear her name, I fall apart
This is the end
Why do we stop?

This is the only, you go away
Be my friend, come back again

The only way
This is the only way
The only way
The only way

Every time I make you cry, it's like I die
Got fucked here, I'm seeing red
I can't feel, it's like I'm dead
I'm an alien, not from this earth
Alien, I'm not from this earth
You know the feel, in my birth
The only way, the only way
This is the only way

This is the only way
The only way
The only way

Every time she goes away, I feel the pain
I feel the same, it's like a rain
Every time I hear her name, I fall apart
This is the end
Why do we stop?

Is this the only way?
Be my friend, come back again
Be my friend, be my friend
Come back again

Every time she goes away, I feel the pain
I feel the same, it's like a rain
Every time I hear her name, I fall apart
This is the end
Why do we stop?

This is the only way
Be my friend, come back again

Be my friend, come back again
The only way, the only way, the only way
Be my friend, be my friend
Come back again
The only way
This is the only way
Be my friend, be my friend
Come back again