Through the eye of the needle. What can you see.
Through the eye of the needle. What will fit.
Through the eye of the needle. What will thread.
Through the eye of the needle. What’s on the other side
Through the eye of the needle. Camel or man.
Sometimes better not knowing, ha de Gött!
If I had to choose a favorite season it would be autumn. The variety is not only in the colors. The weather offers daily surprises. Strong winds one day and the complete stillness in between. Heavy cold horizontal rain and indian summer sun an hour later. The first nibble of frost in the morning while the animals harvest for winter storage.
Easy does it, ha de Gött!
Perhaps today it’s time to sell the house. This is the view from my home office today. After several days of heavy raining the meadow has turned into a lake. The wild apple tree cast its beautiful autumn image to reflect in the still water. For those concerned, the cows are indoors already. More rain is expected so I’ll have this for a few days, hope I get some work done at all.
Everything in moderation, ha de Gött!
tone from green yellow and red gust chilly wind gently single down birds formation fly far away land left behind on the ground fade and dry yellow parchment wind tossed in shorter days
I wrote this to the autumn, inspired by the colorful leaf. Forming the words, I realized it was about me being left behind. Some days you just feel like a fading leaf, ha de Gött!
A full year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8760 hours. 525 600 minutes. 31 536 000 seconds. Since you left.
In the video my son Edvin, who passed away from us one year ago today, plays his own music. I recorded the video just an hour after he finished the composition. A few week later he was no longer with us. I post this to honor his memory. Hope you like it.
Your brain, can be fantastic but also, a pain in in the ass The darkness can fall, and hit you, hard You can decide, but it is sometimes hard The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on Pray, it will be better soon. Hold tight God, will it be better soon. I must be My head, can be fantastic Every day, a pain in the ass The darkness will fall, and hit you hard Run for your life, run far The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on
This song lyrics was written a year ago by my son, Edvin. Just a few weeks before he passed away. It’s a punk rock song where he also written music. It is only partially recorded as he wasn’t fully pleased with this song. Even so, I’ve decided to post it. This was his first attempt to write lyrics so he asked me what he should write about. I answered, try to explain how you see the world and I think this text bluntly expresses his struggle. He did record another song that you can find on Spotify (link). Ha de Gött!
after covid months of home working crowded tight together, no joking family sat down, had a voting daddy won, let's go boating out to the free, wide blue recharge energy, need this true now they sit leeward, close together caught by the harsh windy weather either way you choose you can win and, or loose
Light shivering grass Loss flyby goose Lingering winds brass Lonely shadows loose Swirl away class Wind lead choose
Like the feather this poem does not really know where it’s going. Ha de Gött!
Whiskey, beer and gin that can't really be a sin sink down some pints of ale mouth becomes full of tale even Jesus had some wine true, several tellers intertwine all needs to taken with moderation else drive the toilet seat, no hesitation credit card in the bar sail astray more stories to tell at the hallway last night to this was tempted now, gut wrong way needs to be emptied in a bucket full of sorrow wish there be no tomorrow
Please drink responsibly, ha de Gött!
Introduce yourself, that short, get to know.
Introduction to start of a training course or workshop.
Meet up with people you don’t know before.
Your name, company, your job and for how long.
Extracurricular activities and interest, not a problem.
But then.
Wife and two children, oldest 23 and one year left at university.
Studying to become high school teacher in Swedish and history.
Still quite easy, what next.
Youngest son should have been 21, but last year passed away.
Make everyone feel uncomfortable, but…
He’s still my son forever in my heart.
Never mention him, as if he never existed?
Pretend he’s still alive and at his second year at university.
But he will never be a computer science engineer.
His ash is in an urn.
Grief throws many punches in everyday life. Specially in situations you don’t expect. This needed to come out.
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