Archives for the month of: December, 2013

“Midnattens järnmun har sitt tolvslag ropat
till sängs, i älskande
spöktimmen nalkas
O natt
o ljuva natt
o hulda natt
godnatt”

Wiljam i Resan till Melonia.

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“At the frontier of your skin.
Where I end and you begin.
Where I cross from sin to sin.
Abandon hope and enter in.
And lose my soul.
At the frontier of your skin no guards patrol.

At the frontier of your skin mad dogs patrol.
At the frontier of your skin.
Where they kill to keep you in.
Where you must not slip your skin.
Or change your role.
You can’t pass out I can’t pass in.
You must end as you begin.
Or lose your soul.
At the frontier of the skin armed guards patrol.”

Salman Rushdie, ur The Ground Beneath Her Feet (1999).