Well, it’s strange to say goodbye when it feels that nobody indeed misses you, or whatever.

Nobody is obligated to feel like that, cause we all have our (hard) lives, and occupations...but anyway, sounds still weird.

I’m just posting it to let u know that from tomorrow, I’m no longer a member of TDR community. It’s a pity, but I really lost my passion for Roxette...I even sent a very long mail to Lars-Erik, explaining my reasons, and heartly asking for my disabling as a member here.

Lately, listening to the old CDs in my car, I suddenly got (!!) fed up and just pushed ’stop’...like, ’woa...what a crap’. That really scared me...it scared me even more the sad intuitive realisation that came right after, when the radio network was broadcasting the top 10 songs of that day...man...the top 3 sounded like thrash...well people want trash, then...let them eat it!!

It’s just sad to say, but all the sadnesses of life are like that: a single drop...sounds cheesy, but true. Roxette already lost the train, and now, they only got a Chevette...with few gas.

Per is so much envolved with his solo career, the brand new GT fever...I don’t really think he’s really got space inside his head to imagine some ’ice cream and baloon’ lyrics again...the whole solar system spins around his navel since 2003, and he’s enjoying it.

Marie, well...what can we ask from her? If she released an english album, that would be great...for Maries.

So, considering all of that...I can taste that in few years, Roxette will look like Air Supply, or maybe Simon and Garfunkel, or Supertramp...I mean, the plane is already in front of the hangar’s gate...it’s just taxiing, ready to park definetely.

I was, in the past, proud to say that I was member of this site, and well known by all of u, because of that...and that’s a reason for me to say: thank you. But, really...I’m not archaelogist...I don’t want to chit-chat about dead things. That’s depressive. Specially, cos for me, Roxette brings up that very old and very same magic feeling from the 80’s - althought in that time I was a child, but I could feel it - a sense of living life happily, of seeing the horizon, projecting shadows...but with a golden and beautiful sunset, too...life is good, life is young and pretty.

The present moment of music could bring any optmist like me down, way to the abyss. They burned Neverland, the Neverending Story Book was burned together with that, they raped Snow White, killed Peter Pan and stole his hat, the three bears are three carpets now. It’s really childish sad, but hey - shouldn’t a good feeling remain good? Why am I supposed to twist my very own being to appreciate something darkly smart, undergroundly clever...somehow rebel and interesting...I mean, I do not come from those places.

And sure does not Per and Marie. I guess they’re quite well, taking a sun bath besides the chocolate river. And there’s no reason to get the boat back to the desert of real.

So, the very little me here says thank you, for all of ur patience, laughs and replies - even when I was nasty (btw, nasty boy it’s my nickname in another forum, hehehe, really - a forum about Winning Eleven, or Pro Evolution Soccer a football simulation game for Playstation 2 - something I’m much more on now), sassy, boring, well, with my little jokes (I’m more serious now, dunno why). Thanks for the constant replies and apprecciation compliments, from Vixzter, Markuz, Sweet Stalker, Roxiebaby 16, Plastic Venus and so many others.

A Smile, A Hug, and a Neverending Wish to Come Back.

And one more thing:

HAPPY FOOLS DAY EVERYBODY

HARHARHARHARHARHARHARHARHARHARHARHARHARHARHARHARHAR!!

OH BOY, I NEVER CHANGE...DUHHHHHH!!!