Well we got some more poesy about birds, food, pain, the winter, the sun, women and perhaps a few other of the few concepts that really matters to us. If it ever have been more than just more or less of food, women and sun / heat.
Some in Swedish - Most in English.
And a new one I just wrote.
"This is no beach
Aren't no ski club either
This is Uppsala - Hell on earth
Boring, Dark and depressing
6 month of slow torture before the sun returns
The cold wind dangerous taking part of who'm you are
Burning your mind to illuminate the pain essence of life
The Darknes leaving damage massing over years"
Me I just feel like taking out a note book and my drum and sit down and give it music. Time I do not have though even if I almost hear it.
My talking African drum I just love.
It is very good for ones mood in ways I do not fully understanding or grasp especially not how it matters one do it one self and how no time or power investment is needed for the effect: just a little almost silent drumming is enough. Tells you a few things perhaps how perception works; you mix expression and impression both doing and getting the result back through different senses - sense (hand against skin), hearing, feeling (vibration), seeing ... - it amounts to much more.
