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By the poet Ghalib:

Ghazal 7

We never had the chance to meet our beloved
however long we lived we would live in longing

If we had lived for the promise of heaven we didn’t believe
had we we would have died in the joy of its word

Imagine what you think of as grief were a spark
from the vein of the stone would flow life’s blood

Who has seen the single face of the beloved
if one of us glimpsed her shadow she unravels

With questions of faith and thirsting ideals
they might call me a priest if I wasn’t a drunk


Ghazal 12

Not the blossom of song not the veil of music
I am the sound of my own breaking

You toy with the length of your dark curls
I am captive to my own dark thoughts

We brag to ourselves that we are different
this weakness has burdened our simple grief

Now you have come and I find myself bowing
this blessing a sadness this prayer a longing

I am a fragment sounding the dawn
you are the walls of my every echo



Ghazal 18

Come here I am suddenly restless for you
I am a coward impatient with waiting

The trade-off is paradise for my life in this world
but drunkenness never cures the hangover

Through a veil of tears I abandoned your party
like a child I’m unable to silence my weeping

My shudderings of thought no longer give joy
without flower blossoms the spring has no name

I have sworn myself off drinking again
but I’m known to break such resolutions

Hi friends,

It was just announced that I will perform at Way Out West festival in Gothenburg this summer. So for my Swedish friends I just wanna say:

Jag känner mig otroligt hedrad att än en gång få chansen att spela på Way Out West. Befinner mig just nu nere i grottan och skapar ny musik som jag själv skulle kalla speedad slowmotion. Det har varit ett bra tag sedan jag senast stod på en svensk scen och känner mig som en oskuld på nytt. Lovar att utveckla mina höftrörelser och slagsånger vidare tills dess. Ni är mina partners.

Love / Kärlek,

LL

Almost. I am actually stuck in Paris and have been for days now and can't get back to Stockholm..No flights are leaving and all the trains are fully booked.... I find it rather amuzing, if you're stuck somewhere there is no better place to be stuck. The sun is shining, the men are pretty, the nights intoxicating. BUT Now that I've been stuck in limbo for a few days I'm actually starting to itch because Im suppose to be in the studio laying down vocals, on the other hand, if its a nature catastrophe and we're all going down, who cares about my album? So if this album is delayed ( probably amongst a lot of other things in the world) you'll know why.... Since I had nothing better to do yesterday I decided to wander to Pere Lachaise (where Edith Piaf and Jim Morrisson amongst other lies dead....) to gather some inspiration for what could be an upcoming crisis... My conclusion; ? ? ? ? Life is not over til its over. Cheers on that! Clirr clirr. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Jamaica and its people was truly inspiring and just what I needed before I got back to "work".

I can't really find the right words, therefore I will let these pictures speak...I cannot wait to go back.

Jamaica in my heart...

PICTURES

xx
LL