Tango Life
Swirl me dizzy, darlingspin my mind,I will follow, dearestdance me wild.Lead me darkly, sweetiedon’t be kind.Lust will take us, sugarinto exile,far and further, far awayclose and closer, let us swaytethered, […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Summer evening
Outside Stockholm it is close to eight o’clock in the evening. The sun shines through the living room windows and I hear the loud singing from a party of students […]
Defeated by the city
Cars, passing, their headlightsilluminating the cadaverof autumn’s last hedgehogand our neighbour’s daughtersbury the hedgehogamong the wet leaves in the little parkopposite to our buildningI listen to them sobbingwalking to the […]
The silence inbetween
Between the shelves of early modernand mediaeval historyhe rests his head betweenhis knees and dreamspretending to be asleepbelow the tarmac of a parking lot. He sense the silenceafterwards,the king’s corpse […]
That spice
Always afterwardsthey tiptoed,figleafed far away —shy and shunned;fallenfor figmental vicebut, oh so nice … that spiceforever scorchedon skin, the blissbeliefs called sin. but still a single kissarousesvows to perish, burn […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 