"Lycka är att le genom tårar när du gråter"
Tanken med denna sida är att bjuda dig på ett leende även om du ler genom tårar.
"Each day is a promise of new joys to gain if we look for the rainbow instead of the rain"
Att gråta men ändå le är en gåva. Jag tänkte att den här sidan skulle vara som en vacker ask, full av minnen, nostalgi och tårögda leenden. Man gläntar på locket och finner bitar av det förflutna, saker man gömt i sitt hjärta, minnesbilder, vackra bokmärken, torkade blommor och små lappar med kärlekfulla meddelanden.
En sida full av nostalgi, kanske en smula melankoli, men också av skratt.
Jag ville att samma känsla skulle infinna sig som när man ser filmer som: "Broarna i Madison County", "Stekta gröna tomater" eller "Döda poeters sällskap". Ni vet, den där vansinnigt smärtsamma klumpen i halsen, de brännande tårarna i ögonen, men ändå det där varma leendet och den där ljuvliga känslan av välbefinnande!
Hoppas jag lyckas förmedla den. Håll till godo!
Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
kicking up the papers with his worn-out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride and held loosely by his side,
yesterdays paper telling yesterdays news.
And have you seen the old girl who walks the streets,
dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She´s no time for taking,
she just keeps right on walking
carrying her home in two carrier bags.
And in the all-night cafe at a quarter past eleven,
same old man sitting there on his own.
Looking at the world over the rim of his tea cup,
each tea lasts an hour and then he wanders home alone.
And have you seen the old man
outside the seamen´s mission,
memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears?
And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity
for one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn´t care.
So how can you tell me you´re lonely,
and say that for you the sun don´t shine?
Oh, let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London,
I´ll show you something to make you change your mind.
(Ralph McTell)
When you thought I wasn´t looking,
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat,
and I thought it was good to
be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you make my favorite cake
just for me, and I knew that
little things are special things.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I heard you say a prayer,
and I believed there is a God
I could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I felt you kiss me good night,
and I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes,
and I learned that sometimes things hurt,
but it´s allright to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw that you cared and I wanted to
be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I looked.... and I wanted to say thanks
for all the things I saw
When you thought I wasn't looking.
(Author Unknown)
"Create tomorrow by what you dream today"
Jag sådde några blommor, en för varje vän
Jag tror att det var fyra, men särskilt minns jag en
Det blev sen höst och vinter, och blommorna de dog
På våren kom de åter, men bara tre där stod
Så kom det stora regnet med moln så tunga, grå
Och nästa gång jag fann dem så var de bara två
Sen så kom då solen med allt det ljus den har
Och plötsligt står där ensam en liten blomma kvar
Du härdades solen
Du drunknade i regn
Men en sak är då säker
Du är en verklig vän
(Okänd)
"De viktigaste sakerna i mitt liv är inte saker"
The old man turned to me and asked: How many friends have you?
Why 10 or 20 friends said I, and named of just a few
He rose quite slow with effort, and sadly shook his head.
A fortunate child you are, to have so many friends, he said,
But think of what you´re saying, there is so much you don´t know
A friend is not just someone, to whom you say "Hello".
A friend is a tender shoulder, on which to softly cry,
A well to pour your troubles down, and raise your spirits high.
A friend is a hand to pull you up, from darkness and despair
When all your other "So called" friends, have helped to put you there.
A true friend is an ally, who can´t be moved or bought
A voice to keep your name alive, when others have forgot.
But most of all a friend is a heart, a strong and sturdy wall,
For from the hearts of friends there comes the greates love of all
So think of what I´ve spoken, for every word is true
And answer once again my child; How many friends have you??
(AuthorUnknown)
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."
Memories by Karen Offutt
Dedicated to my brothers and sisters who gave their lives in Vietnam.
As I looked at him, his eyes returned the stare
His skin was black, mine white, though we didn't care.
Instant brothers, as from one mother's womb,
Now lying together in our earthen tomb.
He held my hand as he gasped for breath,
Our blood mingled as we fought against death.
We had met as youngsters only months before
And now lay dying, old men, from this war.
We talked quietly in our muddy hole;
We shared those moments and bore our souls.
He told of a wife and a baby due.
He spoke of his little boy, now only two.
He was afraid of dying, of leaving them alone.
He started to cry, and in pain, then, to moan.
It seemed insane that moments before,
We both had been healthy - had life by the door.
I had been walking just a few feet ahead
Hadn't noticed the mine planted in the field's green bed.
He lunged ahead, tried to push me away
The mine had exploded; our world turned to gray.
His legs were torn off, as though they didn't exist
His lips had been touched by Death's final kiss.
He gave up his life without any regret
To save me, his brother, he had only just met.
We held each other as the choppers grew near.
We held onto life, so precious and dear.
Both of us knew, they'd arrive too late,
Death was waiting, holding open it's gate.
The tears ceased flowing from his eyes of brown;
He pulled me closer, lifting his head from the ground.
"I'm dying, my brother," he whispered low,
"Tell them at home, so that they will know
That I died for my country, our freedom to save
For others to live, my life gladly I gave.
Don't let them forget us or the blood that we shed,
For to die without cause, when you die, you're just dead."
"Make them remember what their freedom costs.
Help them to know it can be easily lost.
Don't let them forget me or the other Vets
For we gave our all and paid a large debt."
He let out a sigh, as I gave him my vow,
Then he lowered his head, as though in a bow.
A smile appeared upon his face
And I knew he was now in a better place.
I'll never forget him - what he gave up for me
And for you, my brother, because you see,
He died for us all and we cannot forget
He died bravely - a Vietnam Vet.
©Karen SP5, USA Vietnam 1969-1970
If tomorrow never comes
Garth Brooks
Sometimes late at night
I lie awake and watch you sleeping
You´re lost in peaceful dreams
So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark
And the thought crosses my mind
If I never wake up in the morning
Would you ever doubt the way I feel
About you in my heart
If tomorrow never comes
Will you know how much I loved you
Did I try in every way to show you every day
That’s you´re my only one
And if my time on earth was through
And you must face the world without me
Is the love I gave you in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
‘Cause I’ve lost loved ones in my life
Who never knew how much I loved them
Now I live with the regret
That my true feelings for them never were revealed
So I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much you mean to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there’s no second chance
to tell you how I feel
So tell that someone that you love
Just what you’re thinking of
If tomorrow never comes
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