{"id":2277,"date":"2008-08-27T07:05:58","date_gmt":"2008-08-27T06:05:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.filindeblogg.nu\/?p=2277"},"modified":"2008-08-27T07:07:58","modified_gmt":"2008-08-27T06:07:58","slug":"memories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.filindeblogg.nu\/?p=2277","title":{"rendered":"Memories…"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>
\nTitta in i dessa \u00f6gon.
\nSe sorgen, sm\u00e4rtan, allvaret men ocks\u00e5 den lysande styrkan, kraften. Viljan att leva vidare f\u00f6r sina barns skull, men ocks\u00e5 f\u00f6r sin egen.
\nVackra, fina, ljusa, starka Emma!<\/strong>
\nMen jag vill ocks\u00e5 ber\u00e4tta om tv\u00e5 mycket sorgsna \u00f6gon som jag m\u00f6tt flera g\u00e5nger – Nicklas<\/strong> \u00f6gon! Pappan, vars barn nu \u00e4r borta f\u00f6r alltid – men som naturligtvis f\u00f6r alltid lever kvar. En pappa som s\u00f6rjer precis lika mycket men som p\u00e5 n\u00e5got vis kommit i skymundan. T\u00e4nk ocks\u00e5 p\u00e5 Nicklas.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

P\u00e5<\/a> n\u00e5got<\/a> vis<\/a> har<\/a> melodier under g\u00e5rdagen letat sig fram till mig. S\u00e5ngtexter med en inneb\u00f6rd som ber\u00f6r mitt innersta. Trots att de \u00e4r l\u00e5nga, n\u00e5gra av de jag valt ut, vill jag f\u00f6rmedla dom h\u00e4r.<\/p>\n

H\u00e4r kommer texterna:<\/p>\n

You tell me<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

(Paul McCartney)<\/span><\/p>\n

When was that summer when the skies were blue?
\nThe bright red cardinal flew down from it’s tree?
\nYou tell me<\/p>\n

When was that summer when it never rained?
\nThe air was buzzin’ with the sweet old honeybee
\nLet’s see
\nYou tell me<\/p>\n

Were we there?
\nWas it real?
\nIs it truly how I feel?
\nMaybe
\nYou tell me<\/p>\n

Were we there?
\nIs it true?
\nWas I really there with you?
\nLet’s see
\nYou tell me<\/p>\n

When was that summer of a dozen words?
\nThe butterflies and hummingbirds flew free
\nLet’s see
\nYou tell me<\/p>\n

Let’s see
\nYou tell me<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

ABBA<\/span><\/p>\n

I can still recall our last summer
\nI still see it all
\nWalks along the seine, laughing in the rain
\nOur last summer
\nMemories that remain
\nI can still recall our last summer
\nI still see it all
\nIn the tourist jam, round the notre dame
\nOur last summer
\nWalking hand in hand
\nParis restaurants
\nOur last summer
\nMorning croissants
\nLiving for the day, worries far away<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\n

Bob Dylan<\/span><\/p>\n

How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a
\nMan ? yes n how many seas must a white dove sail before she
\nSleeps in the sand yes n ahow many times must the cannon
\nBalls fly before theyre forever banned<\/p>\n

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind the answer is
\nBlowing in the wind<\/p>\n

How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky
\nYes n how many ears must one man have before he can hear
\nPeople cry yes n how many deaths will it take till he know
\nThat too many people have died<\/p>\n

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind the answer is
\nBlowing in the wind<\/p>\n

How many years can a mountain exist before its washed to the
\nSea yes n how many years can some people exist before
\nTheyre allowed to be free? yes n how many times can a man
\nTurn his head pretending he just didnt see?<\/p>\n

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind the answer is
\nBlowing in the wind
\nThe answer is blowing in the wind<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Titta in i dessa \u00f6gon. Se sorgen, sm\u00e4rtan, allvaret men ocks\u00e5 den lysande styrkan, kraften. Viljan att leva vidare f\u00f6r sina barns skull, men ocks\u00e5 f\u00f6r sin egen. Vackra, fina, ljusa, starka Emma! Men jag vill ocks\u00e5 ber\u00e4tta om tv\u00e5 mycket sorgsna \u00f6gon som jag m\u00f6tt flera g\u00e5nger – Nicklas \u00f6gon! Pappan, vars barn nu […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[100,101],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.filindeblogg.nu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2277"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.filindeblogg.nu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.filindeblogg.nu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.filindeblogg.nu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.filindeblogg.nu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2277"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.filindeblogg.nu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2277\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2281,"href":"http:\/\/www.filindeblogg.nu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2277\/revisions\/2281"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.filindeblogg.nu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2277"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.filindeblogg.nu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2277"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.filindeblogg.nu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2277"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}