Looks a bit angry looking out over the sea.
Angry at the ocean for splashing it over again and again?
Angry at the humans for polluting the sea?
Don’t let your anger sink you, ha de Gött!
Some places fills you with calm, this is one of mine.
I can sit there, out of the wind and just listen to the sounds.
Waves breaking and swooshing up the beach.
The clicking of the colourful stones.
As they struggle to stay on as the water runs back to the sea.
Just to collect new energy.
Do the same again, but never ever the same.
Remember to stop so you can find your place, ha de Gött!
Does the universe care
how many turns our globe make
where it starts and ends
Is time circular by nature
or a man made invention
to control us
Have we lost sight of the natural state
of the seasons rhythm, darkness and light
to become slaves of the logic of the clock
Listening to the demanding brass bells toll
closing our ears to Mother Nature's gentle chimes
fools to tools and hijacked Faith
Another calendar year
a blank page of fear and hope
while the universe pulsates
Swedish Version
Spelar det Universum någon roll
hur många varv vår glob gör
var det börjar eller slutar
Är tiden cirkulär till sin natur
eller har människan gjort den sådan
för att kontrollera oss
Har vi tappat kontakten med det naturliga
årstidernas rytm, ljus och mörker
för att bli slavar under tidens logik
Lyssnar till klockslagens krävande dån
sluter våra öron för Moder Naturs milda klang
slavar under verktyg och kapad Tro
Ytterligare ett kalenderår
ett blankt papper av oro och hopp
medan Universum pulserar
I hope the new year will restore faith and hope in mankind, ha de Gött!
Not 50 but this title might lure the search engines so my blog gets some more hits. Not my intention but the weather this Christmas has been grey and colourless so the title is fits.
Still I went to the beach but, even if the temperature in the water is the same as in the air, +5°C, I didn’t go for a swim. Still a good walk along the sea after all the Christmas food and candy before I start to look like Santa.
Grey is also a colour, ha de Gött!
Ha de Gött!
Winter green oak tree at Lammö, Bohuslän Sweden.
Some say that a tree has feelings and as I hugged this old oak I’m sure I felt a connection and a warmth. I hope she’s pleased with her green winter coat.
Hug a tree but look out for the ants, ha de Gött!
Too warm, soaking sweaty sheets
too cold, where is that blanket
the too soft pillow is too hard
why can’t he come, only for a fast drive by
spread that magic powder in my eyes
Mr Sandman, please come on in
place two Sumo wrestlers on my eyelids
let them win this fight
slumber, only to fall over the edge
with a bang you hit the floor
wide awake, for the next hour
trying to untangle yourself
from the bed linen web
giving in, fading into oblivion of sleep
then the alarm goes off, and out the window
Sleep tight if you’re still awake, ha de Gött!
Swedish version
För varma, genomblöta svettiga lakan
för kallt, var är täcket
den för mjuka kudden är för hård
varför kan han inte komma, bara en snabb sväng förbi
sprida det där magiska pulvret i mina ögon
Jon Blund, snälla kom in
placera två sumobrottare på mina ögonlock
låt dem vinna denna kamp
slumrar, bara för att falla över kanten
med en smäll slår du i golvet
klarvaken, nästa timme
försöker du reda ut dig själv
från sängklädernas spindelväv
ger efter, försvinner i sömnens glömska
sedan går larmklockan, och ut genom fönstret
As the shadows draw closer
and the daylight fades into night
you can hear him tuning his violin
backed by the wind’s soft rustling in the leaves
and the beat of the waterfall
he plays his alluring tune
but beware and don’t get too close
Nixie’s wish is not to your best
The Nixie, Näcken in Swedish, is according to the old Scandinavian folklore a humanoid water spirit. He tries to lure you to the water in order to drown you. My grandmother used to scare us kids with him so we would not go close to the water.
If it sounds too good to be true it probably isn’t, ha de Gött!
Swedish version
När skuggorna närmar sig
och dagsljuset försvinner till natt
kan du höra honom stämma sin fiol
kompad av vindens mjuka prasslande i löven
och vattenfallets takt
han spelar sin lockande låt
men se upp och kom inte för nära
hans önskan är inte till ditt bästa
One of my favourite places. The waterfall Älgafallet (translates to Elk fall) half in Norway and half in Sweden. Flowing water is always fascinating, the same but never the same. Like an actor with different faces.
Winter in January, frozen solid in -15°C.
Thaw one week later in +5°C. The flood was so high I could not get any closer.
Late summer and early autumn in +15°C with a good flow after a wet summer.
Just go with the flow, ha de Gött!
A sunset for your Sunday, ha de Gött!
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