Bienvenida

I knew I loved you before I met you. 

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 Bei dir ist gut anlehnen

Glück im Überfluss

Yo te esperaba

 Yo te esperaba

Imaginando a ciegas el color de tu mirada

Y el timbre de tu voz

Muerta de miedo

Le rogaba al cielo que te deje llegar lejos

Mucho más que yo

Society

 Oh, it's a mystery to me

We have a greed, with which we have agreed
And you think you have to want more than you need
Until you have it all you won't be free

Middlemarch

”for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.”

"Hope" is the thing with feathers

 “Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.

Sammanträdaren

Latmasken sammanträder

Han pratar vind och väder.
Han hyvlar inga bräder.
Han garvar inget läder.
Han sömmar inga kläder.
Han bygger inga städer.
Han hedrar inga fäder.
Han sammanträder.

Ur ”Underfund” 1972, Alf Henriksson

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they don't really give a damn about life

they just don't want a woman to

control her body or have the right to choose

but baby that ain't nothin

they just want a male finger on the button

because if you say war they will send them to die by the score

Geseignet seist du

Ich trag' Dich am Herzen 

Du trägst meine Schmerzen 

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 Klarare,

För varje dag blir vädret klarare.

Vi klarar det,

För varje dag blir den saken klarare.

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 Morning has broken like the first morning, Blackbird has spoken like the first bird, Praise for the singing, praise for the morning, Praise for them springing fresh from the world

¿Que el tren se nos marcha? Más corre la vida.

 Y cuando logramos 

dominar la prisa

y sentirnos libres 

de esa angustia viva, 

¡qué lindo ir despacio 

por entre la prisa!

Remembrance Day

 They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them. 

Ovan molnen

Det sägs att ovan molnen är himlen alltid blå

Men det kan var svårt att tro när man inte ser den

Och det sägs att efter regnet kommer solen fram igen

Suerte

 Suerte que en el sur hayas nacido

Y que burlemos las distancias,

Suerte que es haberte conocido

Y por ti amar tierras extrañas

Om lidt

 Om lidt blir her stille

Om lidt er det forbi

You'll never walk alone

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark

At the end of a storm
There's a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart

And you'll never walk alone 

Guess we'll never know

I'll love you 'till the end - forever and a day 

Wildflowers

 I have seen no other 

Who compares with you 

No sound but the wind

Help me to carry the fire
To keep it alight together
Help me to carry the fire
This road won't go on forever