My programme on Göteborg Student Radio

As new citizen of the hectic Göteborg, the capital of the West and smiling coast of Sweden, one of the best ways to express my love for the city is undoubtedly taking part of the local student radio and, more specifically, to join the team which leads an english-speaking programme called “Next Stop Gothenburg”, every Saturday at 13:00 on K103 Radio. 

More Information: http://www.k103.se/program/Nextstopgothenburg

Online streaming: https://www.mixcloud.com/K103/

The team:

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Spårvägen som dog

Aristotle och Freud ville gärna undervisa mig i dechiffrera mina natters drömmarna.

Omedvetna var de att jag befinner mig i ett lilla hus, 

överväldiga av kläderna,

full av fickor, 

rika på meningar. 

Djupa kärlek inge

inte dig inte jag

inga framtids minner

bara matchar,

dator

och din meddelande som 

den tolkning av drömmarna som jag har tappat,

på en spårväg mot framtid,

på en spårväg som dog.

Daughter of Eve

When we ended up in that vinyls store in the middle of a fire the swiss guy whispered “I wanna get your number, it might be interesting having more weed”. I wish I could have listened to every single disc of them with you, pretending that what they had to say was not about us. Songs from other generations were entrapped in that place. Songs that still breath in the chest, as you and your twin sister still played by the reader, and you as a rarity on my playlist.
You and your sister are the souls of your motherland, an exotic curiosity for my pen, object of my feelings right now.

I won’t never believe that out of that store there was nothing at all. And in fact there was the airport, the catalan police, the multi language dealers, the 70s fake news experiment of the artist collective you were excited by. I wish I could have lied with you and made some mess in the store, accepted your invite to sneak around in the park deprived of our tickets but with a whole uncommercial superorange supermediterranean extralarge meditative sunset. I wish I could have. But I had a flight and still some discipline not to disobey. There was only one way. We could have got arrested so that the law would have taken the responsibility for my folly. I couldn’t risk to lose your kindness thought by putting on your shoulder the weight of my short-sighted dreams. I couldn’t avoid to challenge the clouds and to become a nameless bright wake in the sky that night.

Someone was gonna use my track to express a desire of his own, someone from Spain, France or perhaps Germany, who knows. Someone who is gonna wish that is not over yet between him and the vinyl scarf-less jewish green-eyed stranger whom he was called by in a catalan square in an imperialist idiom.

Matteo Iammarrone, Barcelona 3/09/2018.

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