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i wanted people to hear the song with the story that's in my head, because it's what makes it mine
You are soft, I am quiet
“I will never tell you that you look beautiful.
I will never tell you that (you) look lovely.
Because those statements hinge on sundresses
and too much time looking in the mirror.
After all, it is just a piece of glass.
And you (are) too,
because I see right through the beaming
reflections on your skin.
And you are deeper than the ocean,
calmer than it too.
As sweet as dripping honey,
and as (soft) as morning dew.
You’re that feel(i)ng at 2 (am), when the Sun
is asleep and somehow I still don’t feel alone.
And you are every gentle raindrop landing
on (quiet) rooftops in late July.
Your roots sink further than lofty White Oaks,
and your reach extends far beyond their branches.
You keep every beam of sunlight,
your eyes like glowing coals,
and every morning the horizon must borrow
from all the splendor that you hold.
They fill books with all your essence,
and it’s still never enough.
So I will call you what you are.
You are lovely.
You are beautiful.”
I will never tell you that (you) look lovely.
Because those statements hinge on sundresses
and too much time looking in the mirror.
After all, it is just a piece of glass.
And you (are) too,
because I see right through the beaming
reflections on your skin.
And you are deeper than the ocean,
calmer than it too.
As sweet as dripping honey,
and as (soft) as morning dew.
You’re that feel(i)ng at 2 (am), when the Sun
is asleep and somehow I still don’t feel alone.
And you are every gentle raindrop landing
on (quiet) rooftops in late July.
Your roots sink further than lofty White Oaks,
and your reach extends far beyond their branches.
You keep every beam of sunlight,
your eyes like glowing coals,
and every morning the horizon must borrow
from all the splendor that you hold.
They fill books with all your essence,
and it’s still never enough.
So I will call you what you are.
You are lovely.
You are beautiful.”
Väx
När kastanjerna slår ut
Hur okänd du än är
"Min son är på andra sidan landet några dagar och han skriver sms som är sommarpoesi och jag längtar att få höra mer och se snäckorna. Jag går stigen ner till sjön och lägger mig på en luftmadrass bland näckrosorna. Jag tänker på när han var fyra år och stod ute på trappan och ropade på mig.
- Mamma, skynda dig! Ta med papper och penna för nu kommer det en dikt!
Jag skrev ner hans dikter på papper som jag samlade som skatter."
Hon blev liksom en inspiration,
en förebild
på en sekund.
Queen of Kammebornia.
Hon blev liksom en inspiration,
en förebild
på en sekund.
Queen of Kammebornia.
I ett hus av fönster
Let the day dream
"Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves. Let me forget about today until tomorrow"
– Bob Dylan
– Bob Dylan
I leave the lights on
Håll om mig när jag är naket påklädd.
Tu me manques
"In French, you don't really say 'I miss you.'
You say ' tu me manques,'
which is closer to
'you are missing from me.'
I love that.
'You are missing from me.'
You are a part of me, you are essential to my being.
You're like a limb,
or an organ,
or blood.
I cannot function without you."
You say ' tu me manques,'
which is closer to
'you are missing from me.'
I love that.
'You are missing from me.'
You are a part of me, you are essential to my being.
You're like a limb,
or an organ,
or blood.
I cannot function without you."
Cling to me
drömmar
Preach it
Tack Patti. Ännu en gång.
Det kallas spirit science, och det är fantastiskt.
För hjärtat
För de vackra utpekade nervärderade skimrande
Ibland är det jävligt bra, att gå jävligt sakta.
