Joan

22 augusti 2010 18:04

Hej vännen! Vet hur det är när inte pengarna räcker till. Har varit där.... pappan till mina barn hjälpte aldrig till. Inget underhåll... eller med kläder och skor... Det lustiga i kråksången är att min dotter har det likadant... Men hon har det som är viktigast av allt sin dotter! Det är tufft.. kram fån Joan

Sita

22 augusti 2010 18:51

Jag vet att man får vända på slantarna både tre o fyra ggr innan man köper något. Kram

sister-esther

22 augusti 2010 20:00

Hejj!
Min dvärghamster heter oxå Mojje, haha vilket sammanträffande va! :O

ramdala-kiza

22 augusti 2010 21:30

Mojje verkar vara ett gångbart namn..;-)

Magical Child

22 augusti 2010 22:34

Magical Child

Once there was a child and he was free
Deep inside, he felt the laughter
The mirth and play of nature’s glee
Beauty, love was all he’d see

He knew his power was the power of God
He was so sure, they considered him odd
This power of innocence, of compassion, of light
Threatened the priests and created a fight
In endless ways they sought to dismantle
This mysteroius force which they could not handle

In endless ways they tried to destroy
His simple trust, his boundless joy
His invincible armor was a shield of bliss
Nothing could touch it, no venom, no hiss

The child remained in a state of grace
He wasn’t confined in time or place
In Technicolor dreams, he frolicked and played
While acting his part, in Eternity he stayed

Soothsayers came and fortunes were told
Some were vehement, others were bold
In denouncing this child, this perplexing creature
With the rest of the world he shared no feature
IS he real?He is so strange
His unpredictable nature knows no range
He puzzles us so, is he straight?
What’s his destiny?What’s his fate?

And while they whispered and conspired
Through endless rumors to get him tired
To kill his wonder, trample him near
Burn his courage, fuel his fear
The child remained just simpel, sincere

All he wanted was the mountain high
Color the clouds, paint the sky
Beyond these boundaries, he wanted to fly
In nature’s scheme, never to die

Don’t stop this child, he’s the father of man
Don’t cross his way, he’s part of the plan
I am that child, but so are you
You’ve just forgotten, just lost the clue

Inside your heart sits a Seer
Between his thoughts, he can hear
A melody simple but wondrously clear
The music of life, so precious, so dear

If you could for one moment know
This spark of creation, this exquisite glow
You would come and dance with me
Kindle this fire so we could see
All the children of the Earth
Wave their magic and give new birth
To a world of freedom with no pain
A world of joy, much more sane

Deep inside, you know it’s true
Just find that child, it’s hiding in you.

This is a poem by Michael Joseph Jackson, the meaning of it is to make this world to a better place,God bless you!

ramdala-kiza

23 augusti 2010 06:49

Tack du okända, fast jag förstår vem du är..(tror Jag) Tack för dikten. ;-)

birgitaoz

23 augusti 2010 00:12

Hej!

Jag tittade in till dig. Det var lite kul dottern din påminner om min, i den åldern och heter samma. Men hon är 19 år nu.
Fina katter har du och de kan verkligen ge kärlek., det kan du också göra till dig själv,Sätta gränser som jag misstänker du har gjort redan. Men man får fortsätta om du ska må bra och leva bra.

Fin blogg

Kram

Birgitta Öz

ramdala-kiza

23 augusti 2010 06:48

Hejsan Sätta gränser lite knepigt,olika för alla, beror på omständigheten. Roligt att du kikade in på min sida. Välkommen tillbaka. //KramelikrAM