Billy was a country boy had a used up tractor for a toy oblivious of come what may with a luscious girl in the hay life like river twist and turn ramifications of that yearn now Billy Junior factor plays with used up tractor
Dedicated to Hobbo, ha de Gött!
Yesterday it was two years since we had the burial ceremony for my son. My sons piano teacher Christer, who is also a church musician, posted a video of my son Edvin when plays Claire de lune by Claude Debussy at age 15. So many times I’ve heard him practice this on the piano but he never allowed me to record it. Even if it was hard to see his fingers move across the keys these gems he left for us in his music somehow makes it easier to cope.
Picture taken in Helsingör, Denmark, ha de Gött!
I envy the ones that never seem to suffer the imposter syndrome walks tall, head held high confident clapping steps in smart suit corridors slips away unruffled casually brushing off dandruff shoulders hands never seen shoulder deep in cookie jars the real imposters
Bring the umbrella, ha de Gött!
Väcker lighthouse flirting with her green light in the night.
Be sure of your direction before trusting the blinking light, ha de Gött!
Memories, of could have been if just alone in that scene giggling friend intervene across crowded train, eyes flirting butterfly stomach, holiday fling in the heart, a little sting last dance so close, so tight but separate ways in the night bitter sweet could this been right tongue stuck, nothing to say growing distance in the sandy bay the one that got away
Nothing compares to my wife, ha de Gött!
The 68 meter high rock Havsten, back lit by the setting sun.
Sometimes you just have to look closer, ha de Gött!
Evening sun reflecting full spectra of white light. Magenta, Green, Cyan. Shadows fading all the way into black.
An eternal swirling dance by sun and earth at the ballroom of universe. We’re along for the spinn, only hoping to catch those golden moments.
Like dancers fixing the gaze on something still. A snapshot of that exact moment. Keeps us from spinning off, fall over and puke.
Snapshot your life to feel alive, ha de Gött
Cardboard wrapped arrived this thing long smooth neck and six string locked in ruffed up shed frantically played till fingers bleed pays off with the coolest riff rockin' hard like a giant cliff friends with drum and base life went off to another phase greasy agent, giant record deal life on a roll, that was the feel playin' hard, no gentle song nothing, could really go wrong caricature like a bad cartoon acting out like loon sex and drugs and wrecking room heading fast to his doom tucked away in rehab made comeback like Ahab
Rock on, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 