We are just mirror images.
Soon blurred by the ripples of time.
We reach for the sky.
Just to fall, to the ground.
Like autumn leaves.
Then it starts again, ha de Gött!
Svensk version
Vi är bara spegelbilder.
Snart utsuddade av tidens krusning.
Vi sträcker oss mot himlen.
Bara för att falla, till marken.
Likt höstlöv.
Så startar det om igen, ha de Gött!
Anyone out there.
Anything, out there.
In cold, and damp aware.
We so easily scare.
Remember to look over your shoulder, ha de Gött!
Ha de Gött!
A sight rarely seen these days but common back in the day. The phone booth.
When I was in school back in the 80:ties when the cold war was at it’s coldest. We read a book about peace where the theme was that as the means of communication improved, peace and understanding would follow. Today it has never been easier to communicate all around the world. Yet we have never been so misinformed as today.
Picture is taken in Oslo. Just a few meters away from the Nobel Peace centre and the Oslo City hall where the award ceremony for the Nobel Peace Prize are held December 10 every year.
I leave the red phone booth as a beacon of hope, ha de Gött!
Disunion waves.
Overwhelming.
Us and them.
Gasping not to drown.
In haze.
Lighthouse beacon.
Relentless Hope.
Standing firm.
Svensk version
Splittringens vågor.
Överväldigande.
Vi och dom.
Kippar efter andan.
I dimman.
Fyrens ljus.
Obevekligt hopp.
Står obeveklig.
Will we ever learn, ha de Gött!
Sun is giving the fjord.
A last goodnight kiss.
As the rain clouds gather.
And for a while.
My soul is at rest.
Sleep thigh, ha de Gött!
After rain the sun shines through.
If only for a short while.
It will always shine through.
Let the sun shine in, ha de Gött!
Mirror, mirror in the sea.
Can you tell, what will be.
The future upon us one, two, three.
Cherish the moment, it won’t come again. Ha de Gött!
Under a green umbrella
the river flows
playing light and shadow.
Life is a stepping stone dance, don’t slip. Ha de Gött!
I wonder if Otis knew
What the tech companies
would do to us.
Now we’re just sittin’
on the dock of the Bay
Just wasting time
and the world around us
sinks into 1984.
Look up before it’s too late, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 