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Vill göra en ny, men inte riktigt än tror jag. Denna gången vill jag ha min favoritlåt som noter. Dvs "Nothing else matter" med Metallica. Men inte hela låten som klart, endast titeln :).
Är det nån som e duktig på noter (eller känner nån) och kan göra de orden så det står i noter. Jag förstår mig själv inte på noter och sånt :P.
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever
trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
Never opened myself
this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just
say
and nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and
nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for
what they know
but I know
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else
matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it
our way
All these words I don't just say
Trust I seek and I find in
you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they say
never
cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for
what they know
and I know
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't
be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else
matters
Och jag mår både bra som jag inte gör det.
Ett ord beskriver nu allt - Ögoninflammation. Vad kom den ifrån, som en blixt från en klar himmel så grep den tag i mig...
Hittade dikten på bloggen http://endometrios.wordpress.com/, medans bloggens skribent hittat den i boken "Endometriosis – The complete reference for taking charge of your health".
Dikten är skriven av Jean Wiswesser.
Som skribenten i bloggen skriver är den träffande, den beskriver så mycket med ord. Men den smärtan var ett tag sedan jag kände, men ett bra tag var det jag som låg där, dent senaste skovet i augusti förra året som ledde till sömnlöshet i 2.5 månad som ledde till depression och sjukskrivning. Idag mår jag "bra", eller bättre, men så fort glömmer man inte...
Three A.M - For my mother
I am suffering
It is deep and THROBBING and n e v e r – e n d i n g
I lie on my bed and it hurt like hell
inside my pelvis (my heart).
I don’t want to be this woman anymore,
so I let my head fall upon my shoulder,
pull my arms into myself, under my chin and
curl my legs up toward my chest.
I was genderless (painless) once
within your womb.´
I was a baby
without these heavy, swollen breasts,
without these cystic ovaries,
wretched moods, numb thighs, or
cramping uterus.
I laid in the same position
only twenty-three years smaller
surrounded by your safe body
and peacefully slept
while your strong heart pumped life into me.
I just want to rest (die).
It is three A.M when you hear the ring.
”Mommy, I hurt”.
And on the other end of the cord you speak
gently, calmly, soothingly till
my bed becomes a womb
and your strong heart pumps life into me again,
so that I may go on living.
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