Grateful and Happy to announce that I´m one of the performers at FRED & FRIHET PÅ KVINNODAGEN 8 MARS. LILITH & EVE is a music community for women and non-binary people since year 2000. The music event Peace and Freedom will take place on International Women´s Day march 8th 2026 at PYGMÉ TEATERN. Vegagatan 17, Vasastan. Stockholm. Sweden. I got a 15 minutes slot playing live at 16:10 - 16:25. Full program presented soon. 

ONCE YOU GET INTO LOVE YOU CANT GET OUT. Text & Music Windy Fur Rundgren.  Song written in 2026. It´s about becoming a mother for the first time. Mondrian arrived early, in week 34 plus 4 days, and had a weight in kilo of only 2.9. So he wasn´t that small, which was good. Today he is 13 years old. 

The song we listened to on repeat, with him hanging on my chest in a sling as a baby, was Halo by Beyonce. Humble for how music can turn people into Love.

You were only two point nine
But you came out 34 plus 4
I knew you were ready
But I wasn’t aware of the time before
Walls so high and steady
with a hoodie and bmx
When driving waggon first week im
embarrassed to look burbie
and blasé, yet I felt, more than anything,
But I didn’t know how to get out from my head really
The feeling of loving someone, more than myself
You can be one person on the outside
But with my baby, who needed me to be, his everything.
I begged to god to crack that shell signed by me sincerely
Once you get into love into love into love you can’t get out you can’t get enough
Once you get into love into love into love you can’t get out you can’t get enough.
I thought I was so smart, read all chapters of wisdom,
But it was an ocean. Between us with a depth,, of me as a girl,, who was so scared to show my real face on.
I stared into your eyes, the most beautiful brown and I felt so much inside.
But I couldn’t reach my feelings, I was paralyzed, To rest in love is overwhelming.
The feeling of loving someone more than myself
You can be one person on the outside
But with my baby who needed me to be his everything
I begged to god to crack that shell signed by me sincerely
Once you get into love into love into love you can’t get out you can’t get enough
Once you get into love into love into love you can’t get out you can’t get enough
You slept with me, and I overcompensated my fear, with being two hundred procent sincere. Smiling increasingly, kissing, dancing and singing 24 7, to share the love I couldn’t give. if that make sense.?
The feeling of loving someone more than myself
You can be one person on the outside
But with my baby who needed me to be, his everything
I begged to god to crack that shell signed by me sincerely
Once you get into love into love into love you can’t get out you can’t get enough
A couple of months later, Standing with you in a sling, on my breast, dancing, slow and quietly, listening, both to the lyrics, I could be, that everything, I felt connecting. from that day, in the same Halo.
In the same circle of love, that no-one ever can break, or take away from us. To rest in love, is overwhelming.
The feeling of loving someone more than myself
You can be one person on the outside
But with my baby, who needed me to be, his everything
I begged to god to crack that shell signed by me sincerely
it was only when I was alone, in my comfort zone, making music I could bee close to you. At best, when I switched off, and fell down in a nest, of peace and rest. To see you, through. And feel.
Today I heard that song, on the radio, for me it was a ray of light, that burned  all the time, deep, dark, wound, down, my whole life trying to build a safety barrier, around my soul. Done.
The feeling of loving someone more than myself
You can be one person on the outside. But with my baby, who needed me to be, his everything. I begged to god to crack that shell signed by me sincerely
Once you get into love into love into love you can’t get out you can’t get enough Once you get into love into love into love you can’t get out you can’t get enough
perhaps the song wasn’t even about that kind of love towards a baby. Does it matter?  When the moment helped me. And my child, to get close and I can’t really, hear that track without start crying. Till this day thirteen years later. Love him till I´m dying.
Once you get into love into love into love you can’t get out you can’t get enough
It was a portal to love because next child was totally different, once you get into love you can’t get out. XWFR2026

After a trauma I dedicated painting to a geometrical form I named a piano-body. It conceives two pianos standing back to back towards each other, as in ´rely on your inner self, and have faith in becoming a larger instrument. I painted thousands versions of this strict piano form every day for almost ten years, in a time of my life where I needed to rest in my studio.
The geometrical piano mandala is represented in Moderna Museet, Södertörn University, Royal Institute of Technology, SMHI to mention a few public art spaces in Sweden.
Individual´s spirituality are the creations of a social life. Hegel accepted them as metaphysical beings, but not in the way that theology, rationalism had imagined; they are moments or phases of the world spirit. Which has created them in its imminent development. Individualism falsifies the nature of social institutions, because it regards the accidental and indifferent to the moral and spiritual development of personality, as merely utilitarian aids invented to satisfy men´s irrational desires.
I moved out to the forest in fall 2024, focusing mainly on composing music. During work I sometimes see pictures out of the music/poems and make note sheets/eclectic drawings, photos or short-films out of it.
Nature fertilized in one. Vinyl and cassette will be recorded with minimum tech alone in my cottage this year. I hope. Life is all about being present on earth unfolding itself to be the actual shape and organization of a world. Surrounded by beauty, be beautiful and have fun. In the moment.

LOVERS STORY text music Windy Fur Rundgren 2017/2023

I started to write on this song as a part of a novel I was writing on at the time in 2017. I were thinking if depression could be tricked away if founding places inside cortex which is the part of brain that keeps long time memories. The head character in the novel is a lonely gay man without any close friends and between jobs. He (Malte) was living in a small flat in the suburbs to Stockholm. He is a philosophical man and the story shifts between him trying to get on his feet again, and his struggle not letting go of the memory of his old lover, M, who got murdered in Lissabon 2007.

xx00

Is there a hidden place in the brain
with encapsulated time, which once
lapped, with quick soft tongue, every
second?
to convert into serotonin. Saved vessels
of eternal summer bearing a fizz? A river
where autumn steps down with its naked
shape crackling tulips?
a natural bathtub with the sound of spring?
A breath away. So that winter never sticks
more than a sigh, unable to wait.
Carrying cadence with you on its back.
Needle-sharp snowflakes, against pollen-covered
panes of glass. Crack this confined prison of my
longing body. Into the most beautiful place I can
imagine. A lovers story.  

Laying down dry and straight on a stained sofa

 in the lightest place. In the house staring glassy 

up at the ceiling. gazing without seeing at anything 

at all. How does being become, an invisible spectator

 in front of. A silent muted moment? I ask myself that question

A relationship in constant motion.
Sleeping excited games, sounds collected
in countless containers, trickling contents.

blue-black soft sea, smooth rock outcrops
with swaying seaweed, soft back a hand
against my bulging sweater.
Turns off the audiobook and think of the
importance of urgency. To have the strength
to continue when you no longer feel motive.
For expectations. How do you do it as a human?
And how do those, who have no memories,
continue feel hope?

Can the children of Gaza growing up today,
under the most unworthy conditions, produce
instruments like books, accordion, for the world, 

stretching the planets lungs? Experience the darkest
places of pleated memories, where air from the bodies,
of dead mothers and fathers, becomes love? Instead of xenophobia.

Accordion tones with the most beautiful music
from the darkest reminiscence
For all men have lights in the dusk, little
seeds of dried tears, that become food for
birds, with pecking hearts. 

 

Ph S 8 film, with me standing by a lake with my cello, and me sitting like a John Bauer fairy near a lake, are filmed by my son Mondrian.  @mondrian_rk 

Thank you for showing interest in my work. Have a good day /W. Please visit Bandcamp or Spotify for more music poetry.

Vandra i skönhet/Camino con belle

za

Seria bueno dejar esta vida.
Con la sensacion de que me e estado.
Ocupando de todo del mundo es
Un eroe.
Camine con Belleza
Camino con Belleza
Siempre caminare en belleza
Amo a mi hermoso hombre siempre
Mi corazón
En todos los colores del mundo
Lo amo asta que muera seguro
Camine con belleza
camino con belleza
Siempre caminare en belleza
Amo a mi hermoso hombre siempre
Mi corazón
Camine suavemente
Camino suavemente
Siempre caminare suavemente
La nieve abraza los arboles
Y las casas suaves
Como cada nevada es unica
Un edredon de, amor abla, en milliones;
de idiomas
Camine enamorados
Camino enamorados
Siempre caminare enamorados
Ayer Hoy Mañana
Caminamos enamorados
Belleza Suavemente Enamorados
Camine con Belleza Camino suavemente
Siempre caminamos enamorados
Lleva el amor, como un anillo, de sello en tu corazón, en tu brazo, el amor es fuerte 

como la muerte incontrolable.

Camine con belleza  camino con belleza Siempre caminare en belleza
Amo a mi hermoso hombre siempre
Mi corazón. Cara mia cara mia. Quien te dio de la selva? Si no nuestros corazones? La gente tiene el poder. 

Text Windy Fur Rundgren 2026. Inspired by a Navajo poem: Hózhóogo naasháa doo 
Shitsijí’ hózhóogo naasháa doo 
Shikéédéé hózhóogo naasháa doo 
Shideigi hózhóogo naasháa doo 
T’áá altso shinaagóó hózhóogo naasháa doo 
Hózhó náhásdlíí’ 
Hózhó náhásdlíí’ 
Hózhó náhásdlíí’ 
Hózhó náhásdlíí...<3Thank You

And Salomons song, Höga visan, 900 before our time. Poet unknown.