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Here are some English and Swedish texts that I’ve written.

Braid

Braid was what you grasped for
Raid what you had done
Aid was what removed her
Id was all you found
D was there and gone

Piloten

Drinken ska blandas
Planet ska landas
Middagen ska handlas
Kroppen ska förvandlas

Hustomtarnas julbord

Original: Viktor Rydberg — Tomten
Kommentar: Välkomsthälsning vid Epsilons julbord 2008. Vi var på La Stazione i Partille.

Midvinternattens tystnadsed
bryts av ett sorl från stationen.
Lilleputt klingar i glas med sked,
harklar sig, sätter tonen:
“Bänka er, pysslingar, smörj ert krås!”
Tomtenissen från Alingsås
spiller upp styrketåren,
en färdknäpp på resan mot våren.

Slave to the Botttle

Genie: You have released me! Finally, my prison term has passed
Genie: How bittersweet, the taste of freedom that has come at last
Genie: As your reward, a gift is to be granted, even though
Genie: My prison was a home to me, the only one I know

Genie: Your wish will be fulfilled, then I have nowhere to belong
Genie: A slave to the bottle is the master of this song

Bard: A homeless genie? Listen to the verse that I submit
Bard: The two of us are kindred spirits, by the sound of it
Bard: About the gift, considering this world with peril fraught
Bard: A friend to stand me by will ever be my wishful thought

Bard: I sit at every table where the wine runs red and strong
Bard: A slave to the bottle is the master of this song

Bard: The flask I carry in my belt is empty — will you stay?
Bard: It has been void of spirits for a while, to my dismay
Genie: Your offer is accepted, granted that you understand
Genie: If ever you will change your mind, your wish is my command

Genie: My place is by your side, where I will gladly sing along
Genie: A slave to the bottle is the master of this song