torsdag 11 februari 2010

An old post for Mcqueen, may he rest in peace.

Don`t underestimate.

Fragments of heaven is still heaven.
Broken hearts are still beating.
A shattered mind is still thinking.
You take half a breath, your still breathing.
One word said can mean a million.
My life is also your life.
Respect it all.

tisdag 9 februari 2010

Big Big Badaboom

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fII9hH2UH8o&feature=PlayList&p=E0F924624EE38C00&index=0

the fifth element

wild things in a zoo do what we where ment to do

aren´t humans animals too
wild creatures
why do we lock ourself in our self made zoo

in houses, clothes, thoughts of how we think we should be
no wonder in the end we try to break free
cracy things we do

like running with knifes and fire in our paws
clawing at the laws

maybe we should just except it as a game
scream out naked and raw in to the night

running wild won´t kill the child
it will live for ever
for it is our natural way to move in life

måndag 8 februari 2010

batwing me

massive attack/ paridise circus / heligoland

http://open.spotify.com/track/6rU0dLXyWbXqti69nrQP4H
It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm
we can roll ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable
oh where the devil makes us sin
but we like it when we're spinning in his grip.

It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm
we can roll ourselves over when we're uncomfortable
oh well the devil makes us sin
but we like it when we're spinning in his grip.

Love is like a sin my love
For the one that feels it the most
Look at her with a smile like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you, again

måndag 1 februari 2010

open hand, little hand

Yesterday my daguther grew up a little bit more.
No more holding hands in public....

In a way I love the course life takes as you grow up, it´s amazing.
Then there is the side that thinks oh how fast it goes and missing the little girl she was.

My much younger friend and one of those who has grown upp already, ( soon he will be a great known photografer) , said to me, in the years coming she will want to hold your hand again.

Yes he is right and I know I will keep my hand open for her always, it´s like that story...
If you want to keep water in your hand you have to keep it open, if you hold on to it and close the hand it spills out and you loose it..