When I lived in Barcelona, I had a tendency to set my life to music.
I would walk home empty-handed and a bit disappointed at 7 a.m. from a club to the heartachingly lonely sound of Mompou and his Cancion No. 5 playing mournfully (yet sweetly) in my head.
For some reason, these days I don't have the distance to accompany myself with a soundtrack. But if I did, I suppose it would be Prokofiev's "Arrival of the Guests" from Romeo and Juliet, all deep harsh strings hacking away at the air.
What's on your soundtrack these days?
The Swedish phrase for the day is fattiga riddare. It literally means poor knights, but an American would call it french toast.
- by Francis S.