Arxiu de l'autor: axel

Quant a axel

Tinc 22 anys, i sóc allò que en diríem un periodista frustrat. Potser no he tingut sort, potser no hi he insistit prou o, segurament, no serveixo. Intento suplir-ho fent de traductor, o com a mínim això diu una de les llicenciatures que tot just acabo. A part d’a Barcelona, he tingut la sort de viure a la Rep. Txeca, a Israel/Palestina i, actualment, a Toronto, al Canadà. I de viatjar a una trentena de països.

the way it (was)is

Portfolio (polpot)iloveyourglasses (me)idolovethesovietstate eventraitorsdoenjoyafullpaidholidayfarfaraway (stalincantrefraintosay) 40miliondoihavethatsmyarmythatsmyland (kimkimkim…!) oh architect! oh sir! oh comrade! oh dear! mahmudhasaloveaffair injerusalemreportsaremade theguyfromsabrasfarsilearns 6milionsoldiersdoyousay? 6milionsettlersreplymay. (illegal) (colonialism) (socialism) (capitalism) (lies) bunkersbunkersbunkers! enver(lovelly)makes! serbiaserbiaserbia you’rtoblame! paypaypay! (to kosovo) croatskilled forhitlerssake westernmedia neversaid (sotheywont) they-o-cracy theruleof their(lie)s … Continua llegint

Comentaris tancats a the way it (was)is

Puerto Rico, tu no

Tu no. No passaràs a la memòria dels grans viatges. No seràs mai ni un Caire ni un Portugal. No es pot anar així pel món. Desganat, saltant d'avió en avió, de clima en clima, i anar fent. Amb el … Continua llegint

Comentaris tancats a Puerto Rico, tu no

Maiakovski 1.b

the greatest of the poets the people itself your dream   a revolution flashing before your eyes.                         got your gun and rushed for it. shooting at the walls of the museums.                         the heads of the dogs alike. … Continua llegint

Comentaris tancats a Maiakovski 1.b

Maiakovski 1.b

the greatest of the poets the people itself your dream   a revolution flashing before your eyes.                         got your gun and rushed for it. shooting at the walls of the museums.                         the heads of the dogs alike. … Continua llegint

Comentaris tancats a Maiakovski 1.b

piece#2

Gas. Nothing but it. Nothing else to breath. Not even hatred. It’s all about boredom. A crime turned into daily life. Well, if only were one…   The shooting starts. We rash for cover.  Our shooting starts as well. Get … Continua llegint

Comentaris tancats a piece#2

Putetes

Vas de festa, o allò que anomenen així, i se't refreguen, o ho intenten. Mentrestant, mòbil en mà, van escrivint missatgets al seu polvo d'ahir. No vull saber res d'aquesta gent. Ni tan sols d'aquests ambients. Putetes així, i voltors … Continua llegint

Comentaris tancats a Putetes

Bubamara

Sona en una casa de dos pisos a quinze minuts amb tramvia d'una metròpoli nord-americana. Rento la tassa de cafè, al lavabo i a classe. On podria estar millor? [@more@] Tweet

Comentaris tancats a Bubamara

It’s A Beautiful Day

L'ipod em transporta de pet als Balcans. Aquell amor adolescent, la primera de les meves passions. Un cel gris, un fred suportable; agradable. Sota el pont, vora les vies del tren, una àvia reconstrueix aquell món al meu entorn. Alimenta … Continua llegint

Comentaris tancats a It’s A Beautiful Day

Maiakovski 1

the greatest of the poets the people itself and your dream   a revolution flashing before your eyes. you built it. shooting at the walls of the museums. you knew it.   we had everything in front. faith, future, will. … Continua llegint

Comentaris tancats a Maiakovski 1

life.test.1

few years                                 or many weeks                            or a thousand days                       you choose. I couldn’t. didn’t want to. since I first                                                            left. running away from                         her                                    myself looking for someone                         then                                    something                                                then                                                            nothing                                                            … Continua llegint

Comentaris tancats a life.test.1