jag drar ut och ger er en dikt :)
Finns det bättre laddning efter jobbet än jordgubbar, grädde å smirnoff? Jag ska ut med Homan och dricka öl, sitt inte uppe och vänta ;)
Phenomenal Woman av Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
dikt nr 1
Jag tänker nu sova och det tänker jag göra med en dikt av William Ernest Henley i tankarna - Jag har nyss tittat på Invictus därav dikten.
Invitus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever goods might me,
For my unconquerable soul
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced abd cried aloud
Under the bludonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms the horrors of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and will find, me unafraid
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll
I am the mater af my fate
I am the capten of my soul.
Invitus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever goods might me,
For my unconquerable soul
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced abd cried aloud
Under the bludonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms the horrors of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and will find, me unafraid
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll
I am the mater af my fate
I am the capten of my soul.
8 dagar kvar
Det är bestämt folket,vi ses halv nio om åtta dagar :D
Bo bergman
Jag fryser om dina händer
När du ler blir jag varm av dig
du är glädjen som allting tänder
och ångesten på min stig
så rik är jag vorden och äger en värld sedan jag blivit din
så fattig att jag inte ägen en enda droppe blod som är min.
bis
Bo bergman
Jag fryser om dina händer
När du ler blir jag varm av dig
du är glädjen som allting tänder
och ångesten på min stig
så rik är jag vorden och äger en värld sedan jag blivit din
så fattig att jag inte ägen en enda droppe blod som är min.
bis
