Let go of me… please…
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- This is what you need, said the guy at the paper stand.- Only a breath is needed to get rid of your pain, your old habits and your shit that keeps you down. But it´ll only last for a few days so you will probably need some more, but don´t be afraid, it´s not dangerous.
It´s Paris, some people have died from it but maybe you won´t. They died from love…that´s the only thing you have to be afraid of. Just keep away from it.
From band to band, from place to place… this guy is always there. He has his own agenda that´s clear to me now. When everything else changes he always persists. I´ve seen him in Berlin, smoking in a backyard, and recently I saw him in Malmö.
Time is here for a new album with Miriam Aida and Emil Sandberg and I are in for a new collaboration with a bigger and better team. Everything feels awesome already. This is the third album art work we are in for and we are heading for the clouds…as usual.
There is a story I want to tell you about this guy that I met somewhere. But first I need to sleep. All I can remember are the awful drinks.
PO Nilsson feat. Marcus Strickland at Babel/Malmö.
As a part of the southern sweden´s 2009 photography biennale a fast and dirty vernissage was held at the Svensson store in Malmö. (www.svenssonmagazine.com)
Please visit the new serge.se now dedicated to the images, and the images only. A beautiful new look and blog. And the photographers in this issue… well we work together eight hours a day so it´s a family thing this time 
worth watching.
-In here your inner wishes will come true… she whispered. From now on, everything depends on you. The walls turned red.
-Am I the only one for you?… please…
-…I´m so sorry…
I have a suspicion that the world that comes to us from everywhere is not the real world. Maybe the only way to experience the real world is to approach it with just a big desire. I think that´s the secret, and now I want to see what it will do to me.
At the beach we had all the time in the world.
The night in Alphaville is quite odd because no one sleeps. The ordinary life is somehow reversed and no one is really working with ordinary things. People are just meeting with each other and everything is quiet and very busy. The streets are quite empty and I was told that it could be dangerous outside. But why? everything looks so familiar. There is no answer to it I suppose, but people really prefer to be inside.
In the late evening I entered Alphaville. This is what I saw through the yellow windows of the slow train. I need to be careful now.
Not far from Alphaville I found the first track of evidence. A small piece more like a moment of awareness. The secret minds of people, buildings, empty windows. Everything felt somewhat familiar and timeless. Did time exist? I can´t remember. Was there a secret? I can`t remember. But I need to go back there just to find out what the man wanted to tell me.
Ödet är ett ord för obeskrivbar inre visshet. Upplevelsen ska inte förväxlas med fatalism eller predestination och kunskaper om det beskrivbara, lagbundna; det som blir tydligt genom ett fysikaliskt eller kunskapskritiskt system, genom tal, genom begreppsanalys.Idén om ödet kan bara kommuniceras med konstnärliga medel, genom bild, en tragedi, film, musik. Den ena kräver analys, en förstörelse, sönderdelning. Det andra är helt igenom skapelse, skapande.
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