Ane Brun. My favorite female artist above all!

I wish I had one last try
Hidden somewhere inside
But it's all been spend before

When I reach for it I can sense it in my hand
And when I try to grasp it
It's like sand, or water
Through my hopeful fingers

This just won't hold, hold
This just won't hold, hold

There's something so half-full about us
We get so little but what we get it tastes so much
We're always longing for more

Is this the end of the thread?
The thread that led me to lose my head
Over something that started with wonder

This just won't hold, hold, hold, hold

And even if a butterfly lives a hundred years
Or the stream of water turns around in the rivers
You and me, we'll still be the same
You and me, you and me, you and me...
We'll be the same

Oliver

The cat i found in the streets, he was deaf so no wonder he dint understood the cars were dangerous. And he didnt listen to me when I said, No, don't kill my leg! He seriously tried to kill it, with murder in hes eyes.
I got a deeply respect for parents with small kids.... I was constantly afraid he would brake something ore fall out from the balcony, he was relay a energized  boy.... And when he sleept I felt so happy...
Now he is adopted, and live as an indoor cat with another cat who is deaf to! So' a happy ending. My old cat is very happy, because she HATES other cats. And I am happy it all turned out so well....

“She wasn’t afraid of difficulties; what frightened her was being forced to choose one particular path.
Choosing a path meant having to miss out on others. She had a whole life to live and she was always thinking that, in future, she might regret the choices she made now.
‘I’m afraid of committing myself,’ she thought to herself. She wanted to follow all possible paths and so ended up following none.
Even in that most important area of her life, love, she had failed to commit herself. After her first romantic disappointment, she had never again given herself entirely. She feared pain, loss and separation. These things were inevitable on the path to love, and the only way of avoiding them was by deciding not to take that path at all. In order not to suffer, you had to renounce love. It was like putting out your own eyes in order not to see the bad things in life.”
― Paulo Coelho, Brida

Have been doing some seriously thinking today....