Sommerferie!

sorri alle sammen, for at det er så dårlig med nye blogger på sida mi! men sola kaller, og derfor søker jeg herved om sommerferie!
de som har noe i mot det, vennligst snakk nå, eller ti stille hele sommerferien ;)
Neida, men jeg tar nok dessverre sommerferie=)

God sommer alle sammen!

Nyt været, bli brune, men ikkje solbrente, slik som jeg allerede har blitt!

Klemmer fra Silje=)

Dance with My Father

Back when I was a child,
before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved

If I could get
another chance,
another walk,
another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again

When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me

If I could steal
one final glance,
one final step,
one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again

Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me

I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again

Every night I fall asleep
and this is all I ever dream

(Luther van Dross)

Om kritikk

Et kritisk hode er bare sunt.

Et kritisk hjerte er det verste som finnes.


(Henta frå "En helt overkommelig bibel" av Knut Tveitereid, takk, Knut=)