<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:58:04.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olofssonology - My Way of Living This Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-3122612480437720861</id><published>2012-01-02T15:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:01:22.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl Who Dreams</title><content type='html'>The dreams I didn't think I had&lt;br /&gt;Keep me awake at night&lt;br /&gt;Whisper to me every break of day&lt;br /&gt;That darkness will always become light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of purity and hope they talk&lt;br /&gt;Of vanishing of unbroken pains&lt;br /&gt;They promise there will come a day&lt;br /&gt;When nothing but joy remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I can be new and different&lt;br /&gt;And better than last year&lt;br /&gt;If I'm repented from my faults and sins&lt;br /&gt;If I've lived and learned, they swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should trust and rely on love&lt;br /&gt;Kill my own heart's winter, break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Be a light in this forsaken world&lt;br /&gt;With my smile bring spring and summer to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if dreams can bring promises&lt;br /&gt;Keep heart and soul safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;Guide, nurture and help us survive&lt;br /&gt;When love is nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams may not answer our questions&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they just softly take us where&lt;br /&gt;Reality can be a nicer place&lt;br /&gt;A heaven on earth right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my dreams always will heal me&lt;br /&gt;When there is nothing left to do&lt;br /&gt;Every time hope abandons me to bleed to death&lt;br /&gt;Beside my illusions made of every You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you will probably never find out about it&lt;br /&gt;For you nothing will ever be as it seems&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you will know for sure&lt;br /&gt;Is that I'm a girl who dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-3122612480437720861?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/3122612480437720861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2012/01/girl-who-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3122612480437720861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3122612480437720861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2012/01/girl-who-dreams.html' title='A Girl Who Dreams'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-5412688299127208138</id><published>2011-12-12T11:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:17:30.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Eyes</title><content type='html'>Who am I&lt;br /&gt;To want to see Love&lt;br /&gt;Through something else&lt;br /&gt;Than the eyes of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not have to&lt;br /&gt;Borrow these feelings&lt;br /&gt;That aren't mine&lt;br /&gt;That aren't ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn my life around&lt;br /&gt;Make me Someone else&lt;br /&gt;Someone I'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Make me yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me from this life&lt;br /&gt;Let me dream awake&lt;br /&gt;Live my life with open eyes&lt;br /&gt;Open heart and open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who am I&lt;br /&gt;To want to see Love&lt;br /&gt;Through something else&lt;br /&gt;Than the eyes of others&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-5412688299127208138?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/5412688299127208138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/12/open-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5412688299127208138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5412688299127208138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/12/open-eyes.html' title='Open Eyes'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-4488458463405407346</id><published>2011-12-12T09:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:57:52.881+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours To Keep</title><content type='html'>Always in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Of a half remembered dream&lt;br /&gt;A different shade of the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid to love&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid to mess up&lt;br /&gt;Of waiting to die alone&lt;br /&gt;Or dream about the feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Become yours to keep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-4488458463405407346?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-5245400380703602894</id><published>2011-10-11T16:51:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T15:29:08.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Lines</title><content type='html'>Empty lines&lt;br /&gt;Can't be questioned&lt;br /&gt;By any chance or heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty lines&lt;br /&gt;Abandon me in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the door open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty lines&lt;br /&gt;Everything you never say&lt;br /&gt;Are a part of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty lines&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;But I understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty lines&lt;br /&gt;Loose me and find me&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know it&lt;br /&gt;But you break my waves&lt;br /&gt;With your empty lines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-5245400380703602894?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/5245400380703602894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/10/empty-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5245400380703602894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5245400380703602894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/10/empty-lines.html' title='Empty Lines'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-7384004627829817598</id><published>2011-09-19T00:04:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T11:10:58.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love That Everybody Seeks</title><content type='html'>Maybe I can't make you love me&lt;br /&gt;But I promise to always be there&lt;br /&gt;And encourage you softly&lt;br /&gt;If you wouldn't dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me to take your hand&lt;br /&gt;Be yours for ever more&lt;br /&gt;Tell me with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;That it's me that you adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Have a future to be made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Love that everybody seeks&lt;br /&gt;May it be ours if only for one day&lt;br /&gt;To be shared with only each other&lt;br /&gt;And if you then would go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you guard me in your heart&lt;br /&gt;If I never would see you again&lt;br /&gt;Let me become a secret part of you&lt;br /&gt;And may we re-encounter if and when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts have been growing&lt;br /&gt;And are ready to really love&lt;br /&gt;In a pure and honest way&lt;br /&gt;That only comes from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will realise how much we love each other&lt;br /&gt;How much we are in need&lt;br /&gt;Of being together and really try&lt;br /&gt;To create something good and succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though sleep may flee our eyes&lt;br /&gt;May our hearts ever find rest&lt;br /&gt;As one entire soul&lt;br /&gt;Forever united and blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no secrets for each other&lt;br /&gt;And every history forgiven&lt;br /&gt;So we both can enjoy a common future&lt;br /&gt;Where Celestial Love is given&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-7384004627829817598?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/7384004627829817598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-that-everybody-seeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/7384004627829817598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/7384004627829817598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-that-everybody-seeks.html' title='The Love That Everybody Seeks'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-4360927915546296526</id><published>2011-09-05T15:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:57:17.231+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible Love Story</title><content type='html'>Even though you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;As if the distance is far away from us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I long to have you with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;With your absence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting outside your life&lt;br /&gt;For a chance to survive&lt;br /&gt;Without touching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my sun is feeling weak&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you&lt;br /&gt;Still makes my heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many days that never ended&lt;br /&gt;And nights that never lasted&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I needed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After loving you&lt;br /&gt;There is no strength in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Left to want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;You become my Way&lt;br /&gt;To view this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Change you for somebody else&lt;br /&gt;But you always break my silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my impossible love story&lt;br /&gt;Come closest to me&lt;br /&gt;And don't ever end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-4360927915546296526?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/4360927915546296526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/09/impossible-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4360927915546296526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4360927915546296526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/09/impossible-love-story.html' title='Impossible Love Story'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-5447443600293140190</id><published>2011-06-24T19:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T20:31:39.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind Of Change</title><content type='html'>I can't imagine leaving&lt;br /&gt;Nor thinking I will stay&lt;br /&gt;Anytime the future&lt;br /&gt;Can change in just one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So brilliant it is before me&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know where it is&lt;br /&gt;With a past that is forgotten&lt;br /&gt;And a Now that I might miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is never easy&lt;br /&gt;To sit and wait on change&lt;br /&gt;Like a two-edged knife it is&lt;br /&gt;Claiming both victory and revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say it can turn into comfort&lt;br /&gt;If you ever get used to its song&lt;br /&gt;I say it's a mysterious wanderer&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes takes you along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never reveals the secret&lt;br /&gt;Of how to not become life's toy&lt;br /&gt;Still helps you safely through it&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes with pain, sometimes with joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;It comes when we need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Helps us use the wind to our advantage&lt;br /&gt;To safely reach the coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm welcoming the wind of change&lt;br /&gt;Spreading my wings like a dove&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving a piece of my heart with you&lt;br /&gt;Here where I'm loved and I love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-5447443600293140190?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/5447443600293140190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/06/wind-of-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5447443600293140190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5447443600293140190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/06/wind-of-change.html' title='Wind Of Change'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-1697546538176979632</id><published>2011-06-24T19:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T19:32:59.632+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Availability</title><content type='html'>I feel the future changing&lt;br /&gt;For every second&lt;br /&gt;According to my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;My desire&lt;br /&gt;Availability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner&lt;br /&gt;Of this road&lt;br /&gt;This day&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In control of nothing&lt;br /&gt;And everything&lt;br /&gt;I'm fumbling in the dark&lt;br /&gt;In the uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;Of this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it's the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;I say not today&lt;br /&gt;We are not ready&lt;br /&gt;Me and the world&lt;br /&gt;Are not available&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-1697546538176979632?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/1697546538176979632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/06/availability.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/1697546538176979632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/1697546538176979632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/06/availability.html' title='Availability'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-2086371022378992851</id><published>2011-06-24T19:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T19:24:52.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Love</title><content type='html'>What is necessary in a sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Is a love that never faileth&lt;br /&gt;A light that the darkness doesn't understand&lt;br /&gt;From that someone that changes the pain&lt;br /&gt;To save ourselves we must also save each other&lt;br /&gt;And spend a lifetime learning how to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is necessary is to look&lt;br /&gt;A little bit deeper for the good&lt;br /&gt;Midnight love is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a real woman with no need to be a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;So locate some kindness within&lt;br /&gt;Because life might not taste that good without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is necessary is to not waste time&lt;br /&gt;Let us be awake all night&lt;br /&gt;Or be awake for the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay up and talk with you&lt;br /&gt;Talk about everything forever&lt;br /&gt;Give me your forever and the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is necessary is never unwise&lt;br /&gt;So I'm being the one that cares&lt;br /&gt;Calling you down from the stars to become my everything&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the smile that warms up your soul&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll become somebody elses sunrise&lt;br /&gt;And the only midnight you will always remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is necessary is everything&lt;br /&gt;So don't wait for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up if the time is right to say it&lt;br /&gt;It's necessary to say I love you to someone you love&lt;br /&gt;In case there will be no other nights&lt;br /&gt;It's necessary, before everything becomes nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-2086371022378992851?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/2086371022378992851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/06/midnight-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2086371022378992851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2086371022378992851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/06/midnight-love.html' title='Midnight Love'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-5011600081668676850</id><published>2011-06-24T18:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T19:04:33.219+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Summer</title><content type='html'>I see the skyscrapers far away&lt;br /&gt;They reflect the town that I view&lt;br /&gt;The sky reflects my mind&lt;br /&gt;A color of peaceful and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind is chasing&lt;br /&gt;Some clouds on the run&lt;br /&gt;And although the town is really big&lt;br /&gt;Its sound is peacefully none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for some seagulls&lt;br /&gt;And the waves crashing to shore&lt;br /&gt;That are forming with the summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;A symphony of peace and much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I really sit there&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the white sand in my hand&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine is all around me&lt;br /&gt;And peacefully I understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That although this is but a state of mind&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that is making it real&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is able to take that away&lt;br /&gt;Nor the peace that I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters&lt;br /&gt;Is that from me you will never be far&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the eternal summer&lt;br /&gt;And peace, that, for me, you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-5011600081668676850?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/5011600081668676850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/06/eternal-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5011600081668676850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5011600081668676850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/06/eternal-summer.html' title='Eternal Summer'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-2393150034644769481</id><published>2011-05-11T22:02:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:05:59.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambulare Pro Deo</title><content type='html'>Starving for love&lt;br /&gt;I'm always on the road&lt;br /&gt;Following the Wayless Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year after year&lt;br /&gt;Never afraid of loving someone&lt;br /&gt;As they really are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are young we feel&lt;br /&gt;Like we have all the time in the world&lt;br /&gt;In the end we always need time we don't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indians say Life is a bridge&lt;br /&gt;Cross over it&lt;br /&gt;But build no house on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without never having moved anywhere&lt;br /&gt;You settled down within me&lt;br /&gt;When I was passing through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally led to Peace&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to find ourselves&lt;br /&gt;When we loose ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like if we were putting up a sail&lt;br /&gt;To indicate that we are ready&lt;br /&gt;For Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be easier if we weren't lost&lt;br /&gt;If we never lost ourselves&lt;br /&gt;In each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life is in your face&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Where there is no happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need to travel on&lt;br /&gt;And I need it to hurt you that I leave&lt;br /&gt;More than it hurts me every time you leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will continue to wander&lt;br /&gt;For God&lt;br /&gt;Who loves me and never leaves me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-2393150034644769481?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/2393150034644769481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/05/ambulare-pro-deo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2393150034644769481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2393150034644769481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/05/ambulare-pro-deo.html' title='Ambulare Pro Deo'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-6230368162415910670</id><published>2011-05-07T17:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:36:38.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Music</title><content type='html'>Since my first dream about you&lt;br /&gt;I've waited&lt;br /&gt;With no illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you filled my nights&lt;br /&gt;My soul&lt;br /&gt;With music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are here&lt;br /&gt;Gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Not forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Because you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;For nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I'm running to your arms&lt;br /&gt;As were you a lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-6230368162415910670?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/6230368162415910670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/05/soul-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6230368162415910670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6230368162415910670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/05/soul-music.html' title='Soul Music'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-4587263951665889196</id><published>2011-05-07T17:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:34:09.027+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Heart</title><content type='html'>You're welcome in my life&lt;br /&gt;If you stay and never part&lt;br /&gt;That's what I should have told you&lt;br /&gt;Before I let you into my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should have been the condition&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't know it would be this way&lt;br /&gt;Though you all come and go&lt;br /&gt;And I knew you would too one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you leave you'll be missed and remembered&lt;br /&gt;And I know you'll remember me too&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know that my finest thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Will always be filled with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll forever be keeping in store&lt;br /&gt;Every feeling you made me feel&lt;br /&gt;That I never felt before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-4587263951665889196?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/4587263951665889196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4587263951665889196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4587263951665889196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-my-heart.html' title='In My Heart'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-3793643147046096934</id><published>2011-05-07T17:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:30:22.218+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Man On The Moon</title><content type='html'>Reality stopped for a moment&lt;br /&gt;It was late in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I remember that in the summer of -69&lt;br /&gt;Two men had walked on the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought brought me melancholy&lt;br /&gt;It was both romantic and sad&lt;br /&gt;I looked back on my own life&lt;br /&gt;And experiences I never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it would have been being up there&lt;br /&gt;Looking down on human despair&lt;br /&gt;As well at our fleeting happiness&lt;br /&gt;Was it better than being down here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many realities&lt;br /&gt;And they can all be hard to define&lt;br /&gt;No one can say for certain&lt;br /&gt;That their world was better than mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it can make us think of&lt;br /&gt;Our own reality, now and then&lt;br /&gt;And if the world is really a better place&lt;br /&gt;When looked down on, from the moon, by man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-3793643147046096934?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/3793643147046096934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/05/man-on-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3793643147046096934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3793643147046096934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/05/man-on-moon.html' title='Man On The Moon'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-1951969011875262404</id><published>2011-05-07T17:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:24:39.767+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantasy</title><content type='html'>Become a little better every day&lt;br /&gt;Make every day immortal&lt;br /&gt;With somebody that carries me through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always wake up with the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;From nothing to somebody&lt;br /&gt;Like being reborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the time shiver&lt;br /&gt;Feeling completely safe&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step becoming a piece of eternity&lt;br /&gt;Finding someone that sees beyond&lt;br /&gt;And transforms my life into a garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I realize&lt;br /&gt;I have no dreams&lt;br /&gt;Only phantasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's important is not to die&lt;br /&gt;Or how old you are&lt;br /&gt;But what you are doing when it happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say life will work out&lt;br /&gt;But how will I know what it feels like to die&lt;br /&gt;If I don't know what it's like to be living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new heart&lt;br /&gt;Tangible, like a flower in bloom&lt;br /&gt;For that somebody special's garden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-1951969011875262404?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/1951969011875262404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/05/phantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/1951969011875262404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/1951969011875262404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/05/phantasy.html' title='Phantasy'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-2557455529512515648</id><published>2011-05-07T17:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:18:45.480+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Underneath The Same Sun And Sky</title><content type='html'>Even if we are quiet enough and listen&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that alerts&lt;br /&gt;A heart always breaks in silence&lt;br /&gt;You don't notice until it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is for the taking&lt;br /&gt;While all I ever did was give&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't hold it against me&lt;br /&gt;Nor the life I wanted to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with every light comes shadow&lt;br /&gt;And here suddenly was gone&lt;br /&gt;Because I spoke of love with you&lt;br /&gt;Together changed name to Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever loved&lt;br /&gt;Is hard to answer now when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;But not when asking the hole&lt;br /&gt;That used to be my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While underneath the same sun and sky&lt;br /&gt;Always remember me, I pray&lt;br /&gt;And next time you meet somebody like me&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her walk away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-2557455529512515648?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/2557455529512515648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/05/underneath-same-sun-and-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2557455529512515648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2557455529512515648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/05/underneath-same-sun-and-sky.html' title='Underneath The Same Sun And Sky'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-3773750633506193094</id><published>2011-05-07T17:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:14:30.404+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Where My Heart Is</title><content type='html'>Looking back&lt;br /&gt;Where life is lost and gone&lt;br /&gt;I can finally say that&lt;br /&gt;I am coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences later&lt;br /&gt;Giving up on feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my restless head up high&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving another town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing the future&lt;br /&gt;The wind is in my sails&lt;br /&gt;Tired of living memories&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting on my tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventures are waiting&lt;br /&gt;Where life will start anew&lt;br /&gt;So I am coming home now&lt;br /&gt;Coming home to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is where my heart is&lt;br /&gt;Free from sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt;With you my soul will be resting&lt;br /&gt;And will never be lost again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-3773750633506193094?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/3773750633506193094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-my-heart-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3773750633506193094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3773750633506193094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-my-heart-is.html' title='Where My Heart Is'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-225035260475966557</id><published>2011-01-16T00:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T00:47:10.719+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Love</title><content type='html'>Don't love&lt;div&gt;It's a crime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will have to pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will be locked up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where noone knows your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like you're not even there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a waste of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A waste of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will always be alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because nobody needs you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody cares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an illusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing makes any sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It brings no hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only regrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let anyone in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-225035260475966557?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/225035260475966557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/225035260475966557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/225035260475966557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-love.html' title='Don&apos;t Love'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-8293581347371383578</id><published>2010-12-21T23:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T23:11:02.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noone</title><content type='html'>There is noone to come home to&lt;br /&gt;When life changes&lt;br /&gt;There is no sense of home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the future seems uncertain&lt;br /&gt;There is noone to hold me&lt;br /&gt;When I feel uncertain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my uncried tears are still wet&lt;br /&gt;For you, my uncertain future&lt;br /&gt;My tears remain uncried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future is still uncried&lt;br /&gt;And I have noone to hold me&lt;br /&gt;There is noone to come home to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-8293581347371383578?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/8293581347371383578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/12/noone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/8293581347371383578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/8293581347371383578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/12/noone.html' title='Noone'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-1142856534574394366</id><published>2010-12-21T22:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T23:05:40.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Love</title><content type='html'>What is necessary in a sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Is a love that never faileth&lt;br /&gt;A light that the darkness doesn't understand&lt;br /&gt;From that someone that changes the pain&lt;br /&gt;To save ourselves we must also save each other&lt;br /&gt;And spend a lifetime learning how to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is necessary is to look&lt;br /&gt;A little bit deeper for the good&lt;br /&gt;Midnight love is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a real woman with no need to be a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;So locate some kindness within&lt;br /&gt;Because life might not taste as good without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is necessesary is to not waste time&lt;br /&gt;Let us be awake all night&lt;br /&gt;Or be awake the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay up and talk with you&lt;br /&gt;Talk about everything forever&lt;br /&gt;Give me your forever and the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is necessary is never unwise&lt;br /&gt;So I'm the one that cares&lt;br /&gt;Calling you down from the stars to become my everything&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the smile that warms up your soul&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll become somebody elses sunrise&lt;br /&gt;And the only midnight you will always remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is necessary is everything&lt;br /&gt;So don't wait until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up if the time is right to say it&lt;br /&gt;It's necessary to say I love you to someone you love&lt;br /&gt;In case there will be no other nights&lt;br /&gt;It's necessary, before everything becomes nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-1142856534574394366?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/1142856534574394366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/12/midnight-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/1142856534574394366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/1142856534574394366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/12/midnight-love.html' title='Midnight Love'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-8102657836484050292</id><published>2010-11-07T23:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:25:17.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost of September</title><content type='html'>It's always trying to find me&lt;div&gt;The Ghost of Last September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wants me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make me show a piece of my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not yet appreciated nor deserved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By any of its beholders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wants to feed on my desires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To reach out to where there is noone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bait is an illusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is fading with every heartbeat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That doesn't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we put ourselves in situations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From which there is no turning back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no hiding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the Ghost of September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I always choose the same wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I am addicted to my own excuses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the lucky and the strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there are no second chances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there is no need to act like you care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say goodbye, feeling nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you, my Ghost of September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-8102657836484050292?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/8102657836484050292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/11/ghost-of-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/8102657836484050292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/8102657836484050292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/11/ghost-of-september.html' title='Ghost of September'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-1039477784842367838</id><published>2010-10-18T22:44:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:54:51.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Potentially Immortal</title><content type='html'>When the awareness of the others has left us &lt;div&gt;And we are all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the last one I cling to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With your hand full of promises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never to be made nor kept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already let life get to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only to see it fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you are running too fast through my veins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am bound to loose you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you take my breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving me in need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of instant gratification&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuck in the game we both are loosing by not playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get me, but aren't willing to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That together we become a jewel that time can't destroy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potentially immortal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a song in my head that describes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything you mean to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iam not allowed to come too close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To your capacity of loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Counting days, counting nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thoughts of you warm up the moonlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I can go to bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with no thought of tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eternity becomes my protection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreaming of a reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where your mind becomes like mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While your heart tells me thousands of stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About how loneliness is but a fairytale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my past is forgiven and forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-1039477784842367838?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/1039477784842367838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/10/potentially-immortal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/1039477784842367838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/1039477784842367838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/10/potentially-immortal.html' title='Potentially Immortal'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-5649547682793327834</id><published>2010-09-22T11:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:24:18.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Change the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I remember the first time I met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An intruder in the life I call mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as all other transfers throughout time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the fruit of inspiration divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've enjoyed the time you have been here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A time of friendship, lessons, and laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like everybody else you will leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now and ever after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say you're off to make a difference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To change the world as we know it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've felt the potential of your noble heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there will be no limit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I've seen the way you work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your faith, your testimony, your spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you good luck with the rest of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because mine you've already changed it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-5649547682793327834?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/5649547682793327834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/09/change-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5649547682793327834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5649547682793327834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/09/change-world.html' title='Change the World'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-6622823652758238886</id><published>2010-09-11T14:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:43:54.655+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready To Be Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been waiting for this moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm standing before your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spending a whole life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only finding others in your disguise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been through so many heartaches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been touched by lovers, friends, and places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone of them a bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through and over life's little phases&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guided from above by someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who wanted me to meet you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone who's looking for reasons to bless us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter the mistakes that we do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For so many years I've been a foreigner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling home could only be by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I've tried my best to prepare to meet you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost years neglecting my guide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am ready for love now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heaven confirms I have passed the test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm standing here before you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready to bless and be blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-6622823652758238886?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/6622823652758238886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/09/ready-to-be-blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6622823652758238886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6622823652758238886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/09/ready-to-be-blessed.html' title='Ready To Be Blessed'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-2351560462022239142</id><published>2010-09-09T01:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:57:17.068+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Else</title><content type='html'>I wonder if it's enough for you to share a divided heart&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough to be behind the other side of love&lt;br /&gt;Where you can't make decisions&lt;br /&gt;A side of accepting without understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you can never be together with the dream&lt;br /&gt;That is sitting next to you&lt;br /&gt;You can't talk, you can't touch&lt;br /&gt;You can't breath the same air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close and yet so far away&lt;br /&gt;So forsaken by somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And you are left alone with the translation of the song of a heart&lt;br /&gt;That is singing only for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am stuck between two singing hearts&lt;br /&gt;In a place where life is hard and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts that so badly want to touch the skies&lt;br /&gt;And come down together as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest decision to make&lt;br /&gt;Is who to be with at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;And it will always make you wake up with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Even if there is noone else like you in this world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-2351560462022239142?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/2351560462022239142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/09/somebody-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2351560462022239142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2351560462022239142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/09/somebody-else.html' title='Somebody Else'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-467820418192133065</id><published>2010-09-09T01:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:14:10.101+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Those Days</title><content type='html'>It was one of those days&lt;br /&gt;When the room around me&lt;br /&gt;Seemed emptier and smaller&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't even place for solitude&lt;br /&gt;And the walls had no time&lt;br /&gt;To watch me or talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those days&lt;br /&gt;When loneliness wanted to come in&lt;br /&gt;It was too cold outside for life to smile&lt;br /&gt;Though not rainy enough&lt;br /&gt;To wash away my secret wish&lt;br /&gt;To not want to think about anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those days&lt;br /&gt;Just the day after yesterday&lt;br /&gt;When existence tried to strangle my soul&lt;br /&gt;And almost made it&lt;br /&gt;Though saved temporarily by the hope&lt;br /&gt;That these empty days would have no memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those days&lt;br /&gt;When I just wanted the minutes to leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;To stop reminding me that they have no end&lt;br /&gt;They just begin over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Point at me and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;And won't let me close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those days&lt;br /&gt;When thinking doesn't help&lt;br /&gt;Even your absence had abandoned me&lt;br /&gt;And I could no longer remember&lt;br /&gt;What it was like standing beside you&lt;br /&gt;Being able to dream about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those days&lt;br /&gt;When the music abandoned my night&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to to taste the sound of my name on your lips again&lt;br /&gt;And fast forward life until a day&lt;br /&gt;When there is no longer any space allowed between us&lt;br /&gt;For you to love, to live, to breath without me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-467820418192133065?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/467820418192133065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/467820418192133065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/467820418192133065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of Those Days'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-4156490558652716068</id><published>2010-09-09T00:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:00:27.549+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nights</title><content type='html'>The sky is bathing in twilight&lt;br /&gt;The sun is singing goodnight&lt;br /&gt;The horizon is warm and orange&lt;br /&gt;Today is soon out of sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm welcoming the night&lt;br /&gt;The guardian of my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone with the darkness&lt;br /&gt;My life gets a whole new start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be myself now&lt;br /&gt;While I'm awake and alone&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to dream about&lt;br /&gt;When I lie here on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the world can be so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not by my side&lt;br /&gt;And it will never be the two of us&lt;br /&gt;So my feelings must be denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But always brought back to life again&lt;br /&gt;In my pocket of time called night&lt;br /&gt;There's where I always think of you&lt;br /&gt;And I can enjoy your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm hoping for the day&lt;br /&gt;You will make my nights come true&lt;br /&gt;There are so many real things&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's loneliness and secret thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Its darkness and its light&lt;br /&gt;All its sacred feelings&lt;br /&gt;Its every day and night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness can be more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;When it is shared by two&lt;br /&gt;So I'm longing for the day when&lt;br /&gt;All my nights will be shared by you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-4156490558652716068?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/4156490558652716068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4156490558652716068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4156490558652716068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-nights.html' title='My Nights'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-6784633682741417212</id><published>2010-08-17T14:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:02:31.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry Starry Night</title><content type='html'>A sky so full of stars&lt;div&gt;The've been there since Eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wish since then and forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was that but one would fall for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day as filled with hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As every night is filled with wishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still your mouth is being caressed by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody elses kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sky so full of stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look up every night to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If forever will ever be changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that you will be falling for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My days are all full of day dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And every night it is you that I'm missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I do is dream about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day that it's me that you're kissing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sky so full of stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish they would give me a sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That the day I would see a star falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would become mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one day Destiny brought to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A night of falling stars to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They fell for everything I ever dreamed of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But none of them was falling for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sky so full of stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And dreams full of hope and of wishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So close within my heart, but yet as far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As your body, your soul, and your kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-6784633682741417212?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/6784633682741417212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/08/starry-starry-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6784633682741417212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6784633682741417212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/08/starry-starry-night.html' title='Starry Starry Night'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-5972240269273566197</id><published>2010-07-14T01:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:22:24.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Heart</title><content type='html'>Another heart&lt;br /&gt;That's what I need&lt;br /&gt;To have balance in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I feel lonely or worried&lt;br /&gt;I can be reminded of&lt;br /&gt;A brilliant future full of joy&lt;br /&gt;In which I can  continue letting myself&lt;br /&gt;Being guided by your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be myself&lt;br /&gt;My eyes can continue smiling&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting what's inside of me&lt;br /&gt;The way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hurt me, I will forgive you&lt;br /&gt;If you laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;I will laugh with you&lt;br /&gt;But please don't say the words&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't make me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome into my heart&lt;br /&gt;A temple I have cleaned only for you&lt;br /&gt;Done my best to keep it pure and tidy&lt;br /&gt;So that you will like to be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay a lifetime, an Eternity&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me and tell me bedtime stories&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Whispering me sweet somethings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart&lt;br /&gt;Fountain of possibilities&lt;br /&gt;Both to soothe my pain&lt;br /&gt;And to embrace my happiness&lt;br /&gt;That's what I really need&lt;br /&gt;To have balance in my life&lt;br /&gt;Together we can create Perfection&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-5972240269273566197?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/5972240269273566197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5972240269273566197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5972240269273566197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-heart.html' title='Your Heart'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-2228758983353885414</id><published>2010-07-13T02:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:02:04.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend</title><content type='html'>In my mind I created him&lt;br /&gt;Of illusions, and rays of morning sun&lt;br /&gt;Penetrating through clouds made of cotton&lt;br /&gt;Softly embedding the life we treasure&lt;br /&gt;With my mouth I covered him with gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can think they know his thoughts&lt;br /&gt;What he dreams, and what he feels&lt;br /&gt;That they know his inside from the outside&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know him like I do&lt;br /&gt;They don't know his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know the real person&lt;br /&gt;Hidden and conserved&lt;br /&gt;Behind that layer of gold&lt;br /&gt;But they might hear him breath&lt;br /&gt;If they listen carefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Legend says that if you are quiet&lt;br /&gt;You can hear his beating heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe that it is true&lt;br /&gt;But I know that it's my own heart beating in his body&lt;br /&gt;So I try to never leave his side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that he is my illusion&lt;br /&gt;My thought, and my dream&lt;br /&gt;Noone knows him like I do&lt;br /&gt;He is the gold that covers me&lt;br /&gt;If you are quiet you may hear my beating heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-2228758983353885414?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/2228758983353885414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/07/legend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2228758983353885414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2228758983353885414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/07/legend.html' title='The Legend'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-4908000598379152182</id><published>2010-07-13T01:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T01:54:05.194+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New Mind</title><content type='html'>I see his young heart&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like September all over again&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're still all around me&lt;br /&gt;I know you were never my final Destination&lt;br /&gt;Neither is he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had scattered&lt;br /&gt;All my memories of you in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;But every day without you&lt;br /&gt;Still cuts me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;Every day without him reminds me of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of love&lt;br /&gt;These dreams will have to die&lt;br /&gt;So that I can finally make a song about the fact&lt;br /&gt;The world has spun around the sun for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Without my life being concentrated to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his eyes I see a glimps of the life that was, but I never had&lt;br /&gt;The times when you weren't a memory&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I feel his heart I fall a little bit deeper&lt;br /&gt;And, as I stand in his sun, I know&lt;br /&gt;I will need a whole new mind to get over both of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-4908000598379152182?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/4908000598379152182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/07/whole-new-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4908000598379152182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4908000598379152182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/07/whole-new-mind.html' title='A Whole New Mind'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-8915507095118977435</id><published>2010-07-13T01:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T01:34:16.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'>September Without You</title><content type='html'>Another need for silence&lt;br /&gt;One more chance I have been given&lt;br /&gt;To learn one of life's lessons&lt;br /&gt;I am destined to be re-living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I've learned I will re-live you&lt;br /&gt;And that lonely September&lt;br /&gt;That shaped my heart, and for forever&lt;br /&gt;Gave me something to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I belong with you&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I don't&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to survive the illusion&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pair of green eyes&lt;br /&gt;Illuminating my day by day&lt;br /&gt;It must be that closing my eyes and heart&lt;br /&gt;Is the price I have to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;With a sense of Reality&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny that I secretely wish I could be with you&lt;br /&gt;For time and all Eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But therein, my friends, lies the lesson&lt;br /&gt;To learn to shut off my senses, and keep my mouth shut too&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to re-live another September&lt;br /&gt;Without someone like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-8915507095118977435?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/8915507095118977435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/07/september-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/8915507095118977435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/8915507095118977435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/07/september-without-you.html' title='September Without You'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-5286772069320329044</id><published>2010-07-13T00:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:36:54.168+02:00</updated><title type='text'>That Moment</title><content type='html'>Everyone else disappeared&lt;br /&gt;And I was left alone with you&lt;br /&gt;Only for a moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes were closed so you didn't notice&lt;br /&gt;As I found myself&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating you in awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So preciously sorrowless&lt;br /&gt;So impossible to hurt&lt;br /&gt;Were you in that moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were left alone&lt;br /&gt;In a room full of people&lt;br /&gt;And I was the only one that noticed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-5286772069320329044?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/5286772069320329044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/07/that-moment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5286772069320329044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5286772069320329044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/07/that-moment.html' title='That Moment'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-4720255524850765593</id><published>2010-06-26T01:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T01:24:47.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>On my way into the deepest hole&lt;br /&gt;You already saw me there&lt;br /&gt;Not because it was my Destiny&lt;br /&gt;But because you saw my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw so many other things&lt;br /&gt;And I was letting you see them&lt;br /&gt;My caleidoscopic mind is open&lt;br /&gt;If you only want to know the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few are the ones that take the risk&lt;br /&gt;Fewer the ones that bother&lt;br /&gt;But being so alike me&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe it was a pleasure for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen so many things&lt;br /&gt;That I will never know them all&lt;br /&gt;My secrets, my joy, my plans, and my pain&lt;br /&gt;You saw everything by just loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when your eyes told me&lt;br /&gt;That everything will be fine without you&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and believed you&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness is talking to me&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing you can hear is&lt;br /&gt;"I will see you again some day"&lt;br /&gt;When you want to see them today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am here all alone&lt;br /&gt;Longing for yesterday&lt;br /&gt;When you weren't only a happy memory&lt;br /&gt;And I was missing noone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-4720255524850765593?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-4184565559361225429</id><published>2010-06-26T00:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T01:00:43.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You Could Happen To Me</title><content type='html'>You are the moment&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it will ever come&lt;br /&gt;Like a suspected surprise&lt;br /&gt;Planned for a long time&lt;br /&gt;By someone to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the door that opens&lt;br /&gt;The sound of anticipation&lt;br /&gt;Of possible exitement&lt;br /&gt;That takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you could happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the footsteps&lt;br /&gt;That I hope are coming closer&lt;br /&gt;Closer to my heart to settle down&lt;br /&gt;Closer to my life to stay&lt;br /&gt;Closer to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the feeling&lt;br /&gt;That potential to bubble up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;To relief all my pains&lt;br /&gt;And surround me with the certainty&lt;br /&gt;Of a greater tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the secret corner of my smile&lt;br /&gt;Where noone is allowed to go&lt;br /&gt;It's the only place where I can be with you&lt;br /&gt;Where we can be together&lt;br /&gt;There, and in my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-4184565559361225429?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/4184565559361225429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-could-happen-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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on the stage&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you sing a song about this page&lt;br /&gt;A song about bottles, and candles, and toast&lt;br /&gt;Where Jules Verne has been our host&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good company and good friends&lt;br /&gt;Sharing together a meal&lt;br /&gt;Drinking to the moon light&lt;br /&gt;Asking for things to reveal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy light without any candles&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows us to Baltimore&lt;br /&gt;Where romantic taxi boat&lt;br /&gt;Takes us to the other shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the memory takes us back&lt;br /&gt;To where we are now&lt;br /&gt;Writing together a poem&lt;br /&gt;In this beautiful town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-3957340320686338636?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-6373800707999287109</id><published>2010-05-14T23:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:17:10.045+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Maybe Meets Always</title><content type='html'>I am tired&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard&lt;br /&gt;To long for someone&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exists&lt;br /&gt;Still I feel your presence&lt;br /&gt;A sunbeam from your soul&lt;br /&gt;Daily visits mine&lt;br /&gt;Filling me with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lay down at night&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it will be&lt;br /&gt;The day that we finally meet&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel the connecting sparkle&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your embrace&lt;br /&gt;That I forever can call home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many blessings waiting for us&lt;br /&gt;That is what I've been told&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile we will be&lt;br /&gt;In each others prayers&lt;br /&gt;So when our longing meet&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit will be able to&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelm our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Removing every doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If incompletion strikes you at night&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;If we hold out a little longer&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness will soon be ours to share&lt;br /&gt;Become our little temple&lt;br /&gt;Where the walls are built of love&lt;br /&gt;A power finally unleashed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we both may be tired&lt;br /&gt;But those stars you see in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Are all my thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;Remember them well&lt;br /&gt;Because one day you will see them in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;They will predict our future&lt;br /&gt;So I will keep them shining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending you this message&lt;br /&gt;To remind you that I do exist&lt;br /&gt;And I'm yearning&lt;br /&gt;For the day we both will be prepared&lt;br /&gt;I promise to do my best every day&lt;br /&gt;To come closer to you&lt;br /&gt;I expect nothing else from you&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting for you in the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Where Maybe meets Always&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that you're thinking about me too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-6373800707999287109?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/6373800707999287109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-maybe-meets-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6373800707999287109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6373800707999287109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-maybe-meets-always.html' title='Where Maybe Meets Always'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-3731144742574514262</id><published>2010-05-03T00:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:30:01.001+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Roads</title><content type='html'>On the road passing an old home&lt;br /&gt;In a country where I thought I loved&lt;br /&gt;But maybe never did&lt;br /&gt;It makes it hurt that it ever happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where much is lost&lt;br /&gt;Much is learned&lt;br /&gt;The difference between loss and gain&lt;br /&gt;Lies in the denial of the beholder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed for so long&lt;br /&gt;Where noone needed me to be&lt;br /&gt;Because of an imagined reality&lt;br /&gt;And lack of correct illusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate takes us where it wants to&lt;br /&gt;When we are afraid of taking control&lt;br /&gt;Only decisions made with the soul&lt;br /&gt;Give way to what they call Destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much time wasted&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we know what we're doing&lt;br /&gt;And even more, trying to change direction&lt;br /&gt;On a path we might never dare to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of life and hopes&lt;br /&gt;Powers we've never been using&lt;br /&gt;Fears of all kinds and sizes&lt;br /&gt;Known and unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godless, yet God-conscious&lt;br /&gt;Lost in labyrinths of young desires&lt;br /&gt;Imagined revelations&lt;br /&gt;All leading to roads not taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roads leading to new opportunities&lt;br /&gt;To take control of our fears, and of love&lt;br /&gt;Of Reality, and of Destiny&lt;br /&gt;It will hurt if it never happens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-3731144742574514262?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/3731144742574514262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/05/roads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3731144742574514262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3731144742574514262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/05/roads.html' title='Roads'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-668392979769060458</id><published>2010-05-03T00:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:13:17.215+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Message</title><content type='html'>I'm looking up to the heavens&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing in the sky&lt;br /&gt;No birds, no sun, no airplanes&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A volcano shared her feelings&lt;br /&gt;Screamed as her burning heart burst&lt;br /&gt;Tears and ashes, now of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Where there once for love was thirst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been mourning for a week now&lt;br /&gt;Her message is still in the air&lt;br /&gt;And we realize as we are stranded&lt;br /&gt;We are unknowing and unaware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the consequences of true love&lt;br /&gt;When it ends or when it dies&lt;br /&gt;That loneliness can hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;It can empty all the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that life can change so fast&lt;br /&gt;So we better be prepared&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short for living thinking:&lt;br /&gt;"Noone loved", or "Noone cared"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she claims all our attention&lt;br /&gt;Wants the media to write&lt;br /&gt;That too little love can kill you&lt;br /&gt;So love with all your might&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-668392979769060458?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/668392979769060458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/05/message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/668392979769060458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/668392979769060458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/05/message.html' title='The Message'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-5760715216653235097</id><published>2010-05-02T23:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:37:25.715+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Missed You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;From the very beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You filled my life with meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With structure, and with hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday with you was marked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a special love, a joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That many don't believe exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems a day wasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew you had to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm longing for the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will be back for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because today I missed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When that days comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing else will matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youre absence is my best friend here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How it was having you with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It caresses my loneliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sings lullabyes to my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But can't untie the knot in my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fill my midnights with moonlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nor give wings to my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I missed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need you to come back now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before my longing becomes unbearable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart implodes from impatience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its hope disappears with the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I need you to come back now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've been away too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to pretend you didn't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where yesterdays become eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you only come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise to mend your broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I break it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like I always do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But be sure to come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I missed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-5760715216653235097?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/5760715216653235097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-i-missed-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5760715216653235097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5760715216653235097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-i-missed-you.html' title='Today I Missed You'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-3442356392180232436</id><published>2010-05-02T23:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:49:22.088+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>Another summer&lt;br /&gt;Disappeared with the wind&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything got colder&lt;br /&gt;Now all I wanna do is cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything is happiness&lt;br /&gt;Even a smile can fade&lt;br /&gt;Though it seems like it always existed&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortuntely I'm a frequent visitor&lt;br /&gt;At the dark veil&lt;br /&gt;Where hope slowly dies&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanna do is cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tormented with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Persecuted by a contrite spirit&lt;br /&gt;For all the wrong reasons&lt;br /&gt;So all I wanna do is cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is to be hugged&lt;br /&gt;Until I understand&lt;br /&gt;That not everything is lost&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all I wanna do is cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your soul I can see&lt;br /&gt;My own reflection&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired of empty rooms&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger was never a part of me&lt;br /&gt;Denial sometimes makes me blind&lt;br /&gt;But with blessed acceptance in my veins&lt;br /&gt;I've ran out of reasons to cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-3442356392180232436?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/3442356392180232436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/05/acceptance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3442356392180232436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3442356392180232436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/05/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-2799880308429045124</id><published>2010-05-02T23:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T14:09:40.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw you coming&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember you ever being away&lt;br /&gt;Like you were always a latent part of me&lt;br /&gt;Integrated by default&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel asleep because&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to think&lt;br /&gt;Waking up&lt;br /&gt;Only made me more able to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't only taken&lt;br /&gt;The power over my mind&lt;br /&gt;Your presence has also spun&lt;br /&gt;A web of unavailibility between our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another morning&lt;br /&gt;Still all I think about is you&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to understand why&lt;br /&gt;Terrified to forget how to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not for you&lt;br /&gt;You are not for me&lt;br /&gt;Though you are always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel about you is more special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I've realized that&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is different&lt;br /&gt;When you have someone to share it with&lt;br /&gt;One day I hope it can be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, thanks to you, I've discovered&lt;br /&gt;A happier place in my mind&lt;br /&gt;A more comfortable place in my soul&lt;br /&gt;A warmer place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm closing my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wishing a good night&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;When I will see you again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-2799880308429045124?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/2799880308429045124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/05/seven-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2799880308429045124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2799880308429045124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/05/seven-days.html' title='Seven Days'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-7768211396788417285</id><published>2010-05-02T23:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:28:43.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To All Undesired Goodbye's</title><content type='html'>I don't need to explore&lt;br /&gt;The geography of your mind&lt;br /&gt;To get lost in the hope&lt;br /&gt;Of my heart going blind&lt;br /&gt;So that I can miss the end&lt;br /&gt;Of our next goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a dictionary&lt;br /&gt;To the language of your heart&lt;br /&gt;If you won't  be able to answer&lt;br /&gt;The question I have no right to ask&lt;br /&gt;When will I read the first line&lt;br /&gt;Of our next goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always need to wait but&lt;br /&gt;I have no time and&lt;br /&gt;My heart has got no patience&lt;br /&gt;No patience to wait for the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Of our next goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do need you to know this one thing&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything you can do&lt;br /&gt;I'm not waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To complete my life&lt;br /&gt;Just to feel less incomplete&lt;br /&gt;In the moment&lt;br /&gt;Of our next goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to know&lt;br /&gt;What it is you do to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;These countless feelings I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;And meanwhile&lt;br /&gt;I will try to survive 'til the day&lt;br /&gt;Of our next goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-7768211396788417285?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/7768211396788417285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-all-undesired-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/7768211396788417285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/7768211396788417285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-all-undesired-goodbyes.html' title='To All Undesired Goodbye&apos;s'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-6708032586872744000</id><published>2010-04-09T10:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:46:21.377+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Presence</title><content type='html'>Like a smile appears&lt;div&gt;In the sparkling eyes of a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it warms me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it cuddles up in my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The influence of Your Presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come what may&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel good and more complete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I am able to feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of Your Presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your eyes have arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They hug me every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I even be sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my life is filled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Your Presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are meaningful to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like air brings life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They bring me closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Your Presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you walk in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the world walks out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart follows you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am never apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shadows may rise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is always sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as I am found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Your Presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the moon follows the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the sun follows the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My longing goes to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who sprinkles my life with stardust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For being who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Your Presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-6708032586872744000?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/6708032586872744000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-presence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6708032586872744000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6708032586872744000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-presence.html' title='Your Presence'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-831934068724463807</id><published>2010-04-09T10:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:26:27.045+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To A Very Special Friend</title><content type='html'>Our encounter only counts as a moment &lt;div&gt;Of eternity, like a shooting star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That what made the difference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that you are who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this short time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have really touched my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy for my life here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that you could play a part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has puzzled me how you've been able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To always be what I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im my eyes you are Christlike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In thought, and word, and deed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your personality has showed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How Heavenly Father works and is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your behavior has been His&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from serving the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Improving the world has been your call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though the reason you seem perfect to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might be that I don't really know you at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are countless things I am grateful for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Gospel, cats, cookies, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That life has brought to me in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very special friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though there are reasons why the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only makes it to the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The present seems like a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And is never meant to last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really had a good time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I understand that you must leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we will see each other again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This I both know and believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to see you in the eternities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But until then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that God will be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till we meet again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-831934068724463807?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-4241810377427954873</id><published>2010-03-24T10:45:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T14:15:53.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Handle with Prayer</title><content type='html'>You might think you're but a human&lt;br /&gt;Born to walk a while upon this earth&lt;br /&gt;But Heaven sparkled like a thousand fires&lt;br /&gt;At contemplating the miracle of your birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had been a very courageous soul&lt;br /&gt;Had chosen what was good and right&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't remember this but&lt;br /&gt;You are made of truth and light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think you're but a human&lt;br /&gt;Unsignificant and alone&lt;br /&gt;But angels hold their arms around you&lt;br /&gt;When you think you're on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the night might have seemed long&lt;br /&gt;But now awaits a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;Full of heavenly blessings&lt;br /&gt;They are more than I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think you're but a human&lt;br /&gt;Without any purpose here&lt;br /&gt;But Heaven will show you your meaning&lt;br /&gt;And help you to prepare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you strife for Eternal Life&lt;br /&gt;You must handle your soul with care&lt;br /&gt;Remember the love of Jesus Christ and&lt;br /&gt;Fill your life with prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think you're but a human&lt;br /&gt;But people like you Jesus Christ died to save&lt;br /&gt;And Heaven will shout of joy&lt;br /&gt;As you come up from the grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have followed your every decision&lt;br /&gt;Guided your footsteps whether near or far&lt;br /&gt;And longed from the beginning of time&lt;br /&gt;For this very moment when you are where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think you're but a human&lt;br /&gt;But you are a woman, and a great example too&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family will feel heaven closer&lt;br /&gt;As they see Christ in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only a beginning&lt;br /&gt;On a journey without end&lt;br /&gt;Eternity is such a long time&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I brought a friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-4241810377427954873?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/4241810377427954873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/03/handle-with-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4241810377427954873'/><link 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soul&lt;br /&gt;Are barely imitiations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings I once felt&lt;br /&gt;Inviding me again&lt;br /&gt;Striking me without mercy&lt;br /&gt;Like hungry waves on a seashore&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up and give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost enjoying it&lt;br /&gt;What would I do&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing to eat my heart&lt;br /&gt;Running without moving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving it all behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An earthquake shook my frozen soul&lt;br /&gt;Even to the very ground&lt;br /&gt;Whatever made my eyes sparkle&lt;br /&gt;Broke all the rules&lt;br /&gt;Thus it had happened again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could I would laugh but&lt;br /&gt;As you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I think I died a little&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes forever&lt;br /&gt;Will it all remain a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some day&lt;br /&gt;Everything that has died in me&lt;br /&gt;Will be reborn&lt;br /&gt;Will live up and blossom&lt;br /&gt;Like a vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of everything&lt;br /&gt;This stupid heart&lt;br /&gt;Goes on longing&lt;br /&gt;Every shattered piece&lt;br /&gt;Is still unconditionally loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the moon is smiling&lt;br /&gt;Everything is possible&lt;br /&gt;So even if the floor for pain&lt;br /&gt;Seems to be bottomless&lt;br /&gt;Sweet is my disposition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only limit to our happiness is imagination&lt;br /&gt;So if I surrender to the energy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the right words will come&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray&lt;br /&gt;I never have to look back again, ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-5695739376391681778?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/5695739376391681778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-5379006703417410790</id><published>2010-02-03T18:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:16:32.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Eyes</title><content type='html'>As you look at me with tender eyes&lt;br /&gt;What do you see&lt;br /&gt;Whisper it to my soul&lt;br /&gt;In terms of endearment&lt;br /&gt;A moment of magical parentesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the world falls or slumbers&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of it&lt;br /&gt;Human life is pulsating&lt;br /&gt;In my chest my heart is curled up&lt;br /&gt;Like a kitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting&lt;br /&gt;For our existence to be enriched&lt;br /&gt;By a breeze of eternity&lt;br /&gt;Maybe temporary, but intensive&lt;br /&gt;As we let the emotions take over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The street lights become blurred&lt;br /&gt;Like a caleidoscope, a fairyland&lt;br /&gt;Unlocking our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Snow flakes are whirling around&lt;br /&gt;In the solo song of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry though I don't dream at all&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;Striving for the always in the never&lt;br /&gt;As you look at me with tender eyes&lt;br /&gt;We understand each other, and it hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-5379006703417410790?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/5379006703417410790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/02/tender-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5379006703417410790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5379006703417410790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2010/02/tender-eyes.html' title='Tender Eyes'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-513193016855045232</id><published>2009-12-16T22:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:51:16.459+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Souls</title><content type='html'>A woman on her way somewhere&lt;br /&gt;That is what we are&lt;br /&gt;No matter how we do it&lt;br /&gt;There is no place&lt;br /&gt;Like where we wander in our mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are inevitably here&lt;br /&gt;Always dreaming of somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;In some weird but funny way&lt;br /&gt;We are already everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ve felt your every feeling&lt;br /&gt;I´m thinking your every thought&lt;br /&gt;When I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;There is more completeness&lt;br /&gt;Where I used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look myself in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I am blinded by your heart&lt;br /&gt;The little I can see of me&lt;br /&gt;Are but fragments of who I thought I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mind is more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Like a caleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;That´s what I´ve noticed&lt;br /&gt;Since I found you in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are more open now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was lost for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Now I´ve found that there is more&lt;br /&gt;That life is richer than we thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rich it could afford&lt;br /&gt;To give them two of us&lt;br /&gt;Blessed the ones that love you&lt;br /&gt;Tremble, the ones that dislike me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will always be different&lt;br /&gt;In fact, we will never change&lt;br /&gt;Love is not a costume&lt;br /&gt;Neither our fazade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With us every day is like&lt;br /&gt;Every season of the year&lt;br /&gt;A fresh breeze in the summer&lt;br /&gt;A warm coat in winter time&lt;br /&gt;We are both Dawn and Twilight&lt;br /&gt;Both Morning, Noon, and Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like chameleons&lt;br /&gt;We are who they need us to be&lt;br /&gt;Exactly when they need it&lt;br /&gt;Because we are what they need&lt;br /&gt;If they don´t know it yet&lt;br /&gt;We will remind them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are everything I am not&lt;br /&gt;And everything I am&lt;br /&gt;I am never without you&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn´t even want to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a special connection&lt;br /&gt;Uninterrupted by knowledge&lt;br /&gt;United unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;By this pain in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Called Separation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words don´t describe how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Nor how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Me and You, my Twin Soul&lt;br /&gt;Are always close by heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us keep in mind&lt;br /&gt;That once we know what a door is&lt;br /&gt;We can break through any wall that has one&lt;br /&gt;Even the wall of Time and Distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new day is a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;And all the colors are for us&lt;br /&gt;You can pick the one you like the most&lt;br /&gt;It will give us an all for one&lt;br /&gt;We only need to take them to us&lt;br /&gt;Let them color our dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we will do what we do best&lt;br /&gt;Creating our own reality&lt;br /&gt;Breaking all the patterns&lt;br /&gt;By chosing the right wrongs&lt;br /&gt;While chasing butterflies&lt;div 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Souls'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-3221865888623918249</id><published>2009-12-12T15:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:47:48.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounters</title><content type='html'>With you I want to live&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional acceptation&lt;br /&gt;Confidence in asking&lt;br /&gt;Exploring and playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you I want to understand&lt;br /&gt;That life is for living and laughing&lt;br /&gt;And death doesn´t separate us eternally&lt;br /&gt;So there will be no need to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you take care of me&lt;br /&gt;My nights and my worries&lt;br /&gt;Will you be the lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;That illuminates my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And all my childhood wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be your woman entirely and completely&lt;br /&gt;An adult when you feel like a child&lt;br /&gt;Insecure, lost, or vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Your inspiration when tiredness strikes you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the fountain of your&lt;br /&gt;Intimate and rational desires&lt;br /&gt;I will transmute your routine instants&lt;br /&gt;With small explosions of tenderness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share with you a life of loving-seeing&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing, feeling, being&lt;br /&gt;There will be no need to dream me&lt;br /&gt;When you need me the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we will open up the world&lt;br /&gt;And discover the way&lt;br /&gt;To a space of reflection&lt;br /&gt;And stimulating action&lt;br /&gt;A world where we can feel and make&lt;br /&gt;A vital compromise to ourselves and to each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to always return to breathe your air&lt;br /&gt;To contemplate the beauty of your light&lt;br /&gt;To color my skin with your sun and your salt&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love willingly or unwillingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unexpected, the desired&lt;br /&gt;The inevitable, the dreamed&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes&lt;br /&gt;Everything will come true&lt;br /&gt;But without encounter there is no wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Without loving in the present, there is no encounter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-3221865888623918249?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/3221865888623918249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/12/encounters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3221865888623918249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3221865888623918249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/12/encounters.html' title='Encounters'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-4354829414593221941</id><published>2009-12-10T01:11:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T14:38:18.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How...</title><content type='html'>How do you know that you feel&lt;br /&gt;Something you´ve never felt before&lt;br /&gt;As if you´ve been agited&lt;br /&gt;Like one of those snow globes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you measure a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Trying to suck all the joy&lt;br /&gt;Out of every moment&lt;br /&gt;That cannot be counted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you see somebody´s soul&lt;br /&gt;And feel it so near&lt;br /&gt;Without seeing reflected&lt;br /&gt;A little piece of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know that your smile&lt;br /&gt;Can change the life of someone&lt;br /&gt;If you never open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To see them smile back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know what is peace&lt;br /&gt;If noone has ever made you feel&lt;br /&gt;How all your fears fly away&lt;br /&gt;Like butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you make the correct choice&lt;br /&gt;If you have neer sensed&lt;br /&gt;Bad filling you with emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Because Good is walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;If you never get lost&lt;br /&gt;As you strife to avoiding the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you be able to find your soulmate&lt;br /&gt;If you don´t see the forest because of all the trees&lt;br /&gt;And you, yourself&lt;br /&gt;Don´t show that you want to be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;If you don´t let somebody in to fill your heart&lt;br /&gt;To its width, length, and hight&lt;br /&gt;Growing inside of you until there is no place for anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we recognize the feeling of having had enough&lt;br /&gt;If everytime we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Our whole being is hurting&lt;br /&gt;As we leave each other screaming for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will we ever achieve happiness&lt;br /&gt;And see our dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;If we don´t embrace the possibility&lt;br /&gt;That our lives may never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-4354829414593221941?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/4354829414593221941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/12/how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4354829414593221941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4354829414593221941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/12/how.html' title='How...'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-7479894015844719330</id><published>2009-11-25T12:59:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T14:43:51.068+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Lies a Woman</title><content type='html'>Here lies a woman that drowned in her thoughts&lt;br /&gt;A thought was only deep enough&lt;br /&gt;If you could suspect that those stars&lt;br /&gt;That seemed to reflect on the surface&lt;br /&gt;Were pieces of soul glimmering on the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a woman that never slept&lt;br /&gt;She thought she could escape the day&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with the night&lt;br /&gt;It was never possible to live her dreams&lt;br /&gt;Reality always stayed by her side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a woman that lived on her knees&lt;br /&gt;So full of mistakes and errors&lt;br /&gt;Pride, vanity, and self-righteousness&lt;br /&gt;An endless fight to achieve humility&lt;br /&gt;Prayer was the only way to survive herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a woman that talked too much&lt;br /&gt;She stood up for her rights and wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Fought for her principles and opinions&lt;br /&gt;Never sat down when she couldn´t stand up as a good example&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to never have improved the silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a woman that wasted her time&lt;br /&gt;Victim of her fear of procrastination&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to never be able to make it&lt;br /&gt;Trying to always be busy&lt;br /&gt;She was walking but felt like she wasn´t moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a woman that strived for perfection&lt;br /&gt;Trying to become someone else&lt;br /&gt;Though figthting to always remain herself&lt;br /&gt;She was meant to leave us with the message&lt;br /&gt;That good is the enemy of best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a woman with a big and warm heart&lt;br /&gt;Embracing every opportunity to serve&lt;br /&gt;Every day her capacity to love grew bigger&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those persons she loved&lt;br /&gt;That never understood what they meant to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a woman that smiled at life&lt;br /&gt;Not because she was never sad&lt;br /&gt;Never in despair or never discouraged&lt;br /&gt;Living the Golden Rule is the only way&lt;br /&gt;When you want life to smile back at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a woman that opened doors&lt;br /&gt;Built bridges and tore down walls&lt;br /&gt;It was worth every strife and effort&lt;br /&gt;And no road was never too long&lt;br /&gt;The destination being the heart of a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a woman that never stopped searching&lt;br /&gt;Questions without answers&lt;br /&gt;Answers with no question&lt;br /&gt;The only thing she end up finding&lt;br /&gt;Were more reasons to not stop looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a woman that was good enough&lt;br /&gt;She was kind and generous&lt;br /&gt;Tender, loving, and caring&lt;br /&gt;Destined from the eternities&lt;br /&gt;To live this life trying to make a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a woman that wanted more&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty for rigteousness never achieved&lt;br /&gt;She fought for her right to be special&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn´t give in to conformity&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it would take away her individuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a woman that believed in love&lt;br /&gt;In gentlemen and in unicorns&lt;br /&gt;A world full of magic&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we leave prejudice aside and decide&lt;br /&gt;To live in it in peace with everybody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a woman that was misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Left alone with her excentrities&lt;br /&gt;Ideas, thoughts, and interests&lt;br /&gt;Few people made an effort to get to know her&lt;br /&gt;And see who she really was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies a woman that thus never got to know&lt;br /&gt;If she was loved and appreciated&lt;br /&gt;If she meant the world to someone&lt;br /&gt;She would have given her life for a hug&lt;br /&gt;But Tomorrow arrived without her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-7479894015844719330?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/7479894015844719330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-lies-woman.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/7479894015844719330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/7479894015844719330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-lies-woman.html' title='Here Lies a Woman'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-9164445708756410469</id><published>2009-11-23T11:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:42:11.937+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Today</title><content type='html'>Just for today&lt;br /&gt;I will try to live through this day only&lt;br /&gt;And not set far-reaching goals&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to overcome&lt;br /&gt;All my problems at once&lt;br /&gt;I know I can do something for twelve hours&lt;br /&gt;That would appall me&lt;br /&gt;If I had to keep it up for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be happy&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln said:&lt;br /&gt;"Most folks are about as happy&lt;br /&gt;As they make up their minds to be."&lt;br /&gt;He was right&lt;br /&gt;I will not dwell on thoughts that depress me&lt;br /&gt;I will chase them out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And replace them with happy thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today&lt;br /&gt;I will adjust myself to what is&lt;br /&gt;I will face reality&lt;br /&gt;I will try to change those things I can&lt;br /&gt;And accept those things I cannot change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today&lt;br /&gt;I will try to improve my mind&lt;br /&gt;I will not be a mental loafer&lt;br /&gt;I will force myself to read something that requieres&lt;br /&gt;Effort, thought, and concentration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today&lt;br /&gt;I will exercise my soul in three ways&lt;br /&gt;I will do a good deed for somebody&lt;br /&gt;Without letting them know it&lt;br /&gt;(If they found out I did it, it won´t count)&lt;br /&gt;I will do at least two things that I know I should do&lt;br /&gt;But have been putting it off&lt;br /&gt;I will not show anyone that my feelings are hurt&lt;br /&gt;They may be hurt&lt;br /&gt;But today I will not show it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today&lt;br /&gt;I will be agreeable&lt;br /&gt;I will look as good as I can&lt;br /&gt;Dress becomingly&lt;br /&gt;Talk softly&lt;br /&gt;Act courteously&lt;br /&gt;And speak ill of noone&lt;br /&gt;Just for today&lt;br /&gt;I´ll try not to improve&lt;br /&gt;Anybody except myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today&lt;br /&gt;I will have a program&lt;br /&gt;I may not follow it exactly&lt;br /&gt;But I will have it&lt;br /&gt;Thereby saving myself from two pests -&lt;br /&gt;Hurry and indecision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today&lt;br /&gt;I will have a quiet half hour to relax alone&lt;br /&gt;During this time&lt;br /&gt;I will reflect on my behaviour and will try&lt;br /&gt;To get a better perspective on my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for today&lt;br /&gt;I will be unafraid&lt;br /&gt;I will gather the courage to do what is right&lt;br /&gt;And will take the responsability of my own actions&lt;br /&gt;I will expect nothing from the world&lt;br /&gt;But I will realize that as I give to the world&lt;br /&gt;The world will give to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-9164445708756410469?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/9164445708756410469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/9164445708756410469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/9164445708756410469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-for-today.html' title='Just For Today'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-601181852927087147</id><published>2009-11-23T11:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:17:24.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten Demantments</title><content type='html'>1. Demand of yourself a straight and narrow course, neither side-stepping nor stopping along the way. The man of decision cannot be stopped; the man of indecision cannot get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Demand of yourself no excuses, neither offering alibis, nor blaming the another. Develop those great qualities within yourself, with which you have been endowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Demand of yourself tolerance. Our most profitable business in life is that of personal growth, and letting others grow, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Demand of yourself a disposition that is not easily offended. It is best to be a person of action, not a person of reaction to every opposition or misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Demand of yourself a day´s work for a day´s pay. Be a body who is busy, not a busybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Demand of yourself thrift, and stay out of debt. You owe so much to yourself that you can´t afford to owe others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Demand of yourself honest praise for others. Real people need no sugar-coated hosannas, only appreciation for work well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Demand of yourself a curiosity to gain knowledge, remembering that when you do obtain knowledge, it is only a cup from an ocean of knowledge. Thus we gain humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Demand of yourself self-control. Those who lead others must first learn to lead themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Demand of yourself profit from failures. Defeat is a destructive force only when you accept it as a failure. It will be a turning point in your life if you use it as a stepping stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-601181852927087147?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/601181852927087147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/11/ten-demantments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/601181852927087147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/601181852927087147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/11/ten-demantments.html' title='The Ten Demantments'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-7982459222985068606</id><published>2009-11-21T16:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:47:35.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtuous Woman</title><content type='html'>It´s born from the first broken habit&lt;br /&gt;Enters in your life&lt;br /&gt;Like the first ray of morning light&lt;br /&gt;The door is left open for the thought&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing it&lt;br /&gt;You have been chosen&lt;br /&gt;Heaven entire is crying&lt;br /&gt;Be careful, virtuous woman&lt;br /&gt;There´s a danger to your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You´re being noticed&lt;br /&gt;Impressed and flattered&lt;br /&gt;Scented, appreciated&lt;br /&gt;And, you think, understood&lt;br /&gt;Countless emotions escape from your dreams&lt;br /&gt;As you talk for hours and hours&lt;br /&gt;The only thing they don´t tell you&lt;br /&gt;Is the only thing you need to hear&lt;br /&gt;Be careful, virtuous woman&lt;br /&gt;There´s a danger to your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you hopefully wake up&lt;br /&gt;You wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;You wonder what is happening&lt;br /&gt;Looking back you notice the stop signs&lt;br /&gt;Notice the beauty of the curtains&lt;br /&gt;But there is nothing in the room&lt;br /&gt;Time stops breating as you realize&lt;br /&gt;Be careful, virtuous woman&lt;br /&gt;There´s a danger to your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your eyes now widely open&lt;br /&gt;Your heart again facing the sun&lt;br /&gt;Loving thoughts of truth and light&lt;br /&gt;Tranquility and peace govern your mind&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the return of bliss&lt;br /&gt;You look yourself in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Heaven´s reflected in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Be more careful,virtuous woman&lt;br /&gt;There are many more dangers to your soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-7982459222985068606?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/7982459222985068606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/11/virtuous-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/7982459222985068606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/7982459222985068606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/11/virtuous-woman.html' title='Virtuous Woman'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-5408603832171611967</id><published>2009-11-08T01:54:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:00:17.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Song To You</title><content type='html'>At the very thought of you&lt;br /&gt;My reason stops and stares&lt;br /&gt;Unbutton my heart&lt;br /&gt;It´s so full of you I´m drowning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step into my web&lt;br /&gt;Let me finish you&lt;br /&gt;I promise you won´t feel less than me&lt;br /&gt;Still you are important to me&lt;br /&gt;So I might save you for later&lt;br /&gt;When this feeling goes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a photo caught by the wind&lt;br /&gt;Let your senses guide me to you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know me&lt;br /&gt;You´re the owner of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me with your heart&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions don´t make sense&lt;br /&gt;It´s too late, I´ve fallen again&lt;br /&gt;Being in love with the feeling of being in love&lt;br /&gt;Can color a whole world&lt;br /&gt;A world that doesn´t die in the sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me you´ll be finding&lt;br /&gt;All your lost places&lt;br /&gt;We´ll rediscover them together&lt;br /&gt;If only for just one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of a million scenes&lt;br /&gt;There is still noone to touch&lt;br /&gt;Just a song that describes&lt;br /&gt;The space between you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says you won´t need magic&lt;br /&gt;To have my heart turn over&lt;br /&gt;And reveal my only secret:&lt;br /&gt;I can become yours so easy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-5408603832171611967?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/5408603832171611967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-last-song-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5408603832171611967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5408603832171611967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-last-song-to-you.html' title='My Last Song To You'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-9096216920505767273</id><published>2009-11-07T17:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:52:51.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Lost On You</title><content type='html'>You have abandoned me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not me&lt;br /&gt;But you abandoned my emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Things move on&lt;br /&gt;Time changes&lt;br /&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we search for one thing&lt;br /&gt;But discover another&lt;br /&gt;Far from what we imagined&lt;br /&gt;Every night the same star&lt;br /&gt;The same wish&lt;br /&gt;There is still no place in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;For someone like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me&lt;br /&gt;Without you I´m not different&lt;br /&gt;Even if there is no more light&lt;br /&gt;With you than without you&lt;br /&gt;I admit that with you&lt;br /&gt;Close seemed more distant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was empty&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is just another day&lt;br /&gt;Part of the history of the future&lt;br /&gt;Yet life goes on and&lt;br /&gt;The shadow of my shadow&lt;br /&gt;Will continue with its labor&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Of the time I lost on you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-9096216920505767273?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/9096216920505767273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-lost-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/9096216920505767273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/9096216920505767273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-lost-on-you.html' title='Time Lost On You'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-2872180124095942185</id><published>2009-11-02T12:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:02:32.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kiss...</title><content type='html'>Chained between&lt;br /&gt;My feelings and my desires&lt;br /&gt;Thorn between&lt;br /&gt;What I do and what I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not be in a continual&lt;br /&gt;State of horror&lt;br /&gt;I´m normalizing the abnormal&lt;br /&gt;Repressing the darkness in this light&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for my inner bright&lt;br /&gt;To not become who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;The sky is watching us&lt;br /&gt;I am not perfect&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don´t mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s hard to try to become unbroken&lt;br /&gt;Once you fly too close to&lt;br /&gt;Something you thought was the sun&lt;br /&gt;I don´t want to face this world alone&lt;br /&gt;But your heart might be too small for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone with these emotions&lt;br /&gt;In the shape of a pillow&lt;br /&gt;Still pretending to be who I am&lt;br /&gt;I have only one thing to offer you&lt;br /&gt;If you try to steal more than my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss and no compromise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-2872180124095942185?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/2872180124095942185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/11/kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2872180124095942185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2872180124095942185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/11/kiss.html' title='A Kiss...'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-3671224909779522394</id><published>2009-10-30T15:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:32:26.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nature</title><content type='html'>I will be the false illusion&lt;br /&gt;You don´t want to have&lt;br /&gt;I will be the word&lt;br /&gt;That gives me your attention&lt;br /&gt;And makes your mouth my slave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be your car&lt;br /&gt;Take me gently and drive me very far&lt;br /&gt;I will drive you mad&lt;br /&gt;I will be the ride&lt;br /&gt;You wish you´d never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a song&lt;br /&gt;That echoes in your head&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me in your bed&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And forget where you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a storm in your mind&lt;br /&gt;A hundred wars in your heart&lt;br /&gt;I will amuse you and confuse you&lt;br /&gt;I will make you go so blind&lt;br /&gt;You won´t see me when I part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a picture&lt;br /&gt;Unerasable to your memory&lt;br /&gt;You will think about me often&lt;br /&gt;Because it´s in my nature&lt;br /&gt;To never be forgotten&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-3671224909779522394?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/3671224909779522394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3671224909779522394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3671224909779522394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-nature.html' title='My Nature'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-6905321347227213261</id><published>2009-10-22T13:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:51:10.487+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a Dream Away</title><content type='html'>My innocent heart&lt;br /&gt;Repository of all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I ask nothing else from you&lt;br /&gt;Than for you to turn the page&lt;br /&gt;And recover from all broken illusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is such a power in forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Don´t ever get jealous nor insecure&lt;br /&gt;Not too selfaware to feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;Nor too proud too feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;Life is too inmense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you may know true bliss&lt;br /&gt;Next day need to hide from all my errors&lt;br /&gt;Just so you can breath again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there´s a trick I don´t know about&lt;br /&gt;Else just believe in the lie and leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my medicine&lt;br /&gt;I need to recover and rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;It´s the seventh day&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you want to hide from a ghost&lt;br /&gt;Or something else that time can´t erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;Pain is as addictive as solitude&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts wander through the landscape of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my corner of the world&lt;br /&gt;But will you fill my soul in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of mine, hold on to your dreams&lt;br /&gt;How can I feel real if not&lt;br /&gt;Memories can be beautiful but&lt;br /&gt;My broken soul can´t be alive till you are by my side&lt;br /&gt;This truth, the worst of all lies&lt;br /&gt;Is only a dream away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-6905321347227213261?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/6905321347227213261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-dream-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6905321347227213261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6905321347227213261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-dream-away.html' title='Only a Dream Away'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-4862289321551032111</id><published>2009-10-22T12:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:27:16.245+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soundtrack of All My Mistakes</title><content type='html'>I don´t know what happened&lt;br /&gt;I just know that it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;I was making sandcastles in my head&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I reawoke and saw&lt;br /&gt;A misery from start to finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was city purple&lt;br /&gt;The kind of night that looks good on me&lt;br /&gt;Half full of anxiety and half full of joy&lt;br /&gt;I had to believe&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell into a ring of fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul was starving&lt;br /&gt;It was time to write my own book&lt;br /&gt;Instead of my walls falling&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you close the door&lt;br /&gt;I did it because uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;Held a gun to my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared to succeed&lt;br /&gt;I told you you were a star&lt;br /&gt;But you aren´t&lt;br /&gt;There were feelings but no intentions&lt;br /&gt;So you can´t scream that they were mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything ends but&lt;br /&gt;Not everything needs to end badly&lt;br /&gt;Now I´m leaving this place where I´m noone at all&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are locked on your window&lt;br /&gt;My heart chained to your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight everything is different&lt;br /&gt;The only thing worse than losing you&lt;br /&gt;Is not losing you at all&lt;br /&gt;So I´m reclaiming my soul back&lt;br /&gt;But I would do it all over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-4862289321551032111?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/4862289321551032111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/10/soundtrack-of-all-my-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4862289321551032111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4862289321551032111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/10/soundtrack-of-all-my-mistakes.html' title='The Soundtrack of All My Mistakes'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-5386308464729198367</id><published>2009-10-15T17:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:56:41.157+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intention to be Happy</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; error of many&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I deserved it&lt;br /&gt;Trouble was what I needed&lt;br /&gt;To get you out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Trouble was what I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moon looked in and thought&lt;br /&gt;She had already seen it all&lt;br /&gt;There was one thing left&lt;br /&gt;Our farewell said in silence&lt;br /&gt;It has no beginning and no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew each other too well&lt;br /&gt;A soul with two bodies and one mind&lt;br /&gt;I was drinking you&lt;br /&gt;But without getting drunk&lt;br /&gt;Now my soul is out of order&lt;br /&gt;Because of somebody elses love story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say time is a healer&lt;br /&gt;Still it was pain that changed me&lt;br /&gt;This is a world full of color&lt;br /&gt;That sadness and bitterness can´t see&lt;br /&gt;I hide them both in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;Self-preservation is safe in my purse&lt;br /&gt;In my heart a prayer&lt;br /&gt;Meant to adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps pain doesn´t actually disappear&lt;br /&gt;Instead you learn how to incorporate it&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to co-exist with it&lt;br /&gt;Then time passes by and one day&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it doesn´t matter any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it´s too late to save us&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn´t stop at redlights&lt;br /&gt;It has a full time job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a smile is my best make-up&lt;br /&gt;All dressed up in sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I´ll meet a lot of someone elses&lt;br /&gt;And there was you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I had no heart at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around and find myself trapped&lt;br /&gt;In this burning desire&lt;br /&gt;My intention to be happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-5386308464729198367?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/5386308464729198367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/10/intention-to-be-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5386308464729198367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5386308464729198367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/10/intention-to-be-happy.html' title='Intention to be Happy'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-2908546961991847820</id><published>2009-10-04T23:37:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:34:31.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Love Begin</title><content type='html'>What we love determines what we seek&lt;br /&gt;I seek the love the unites and heals&lt;br /&gt;What I will find might save our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the motivating principle&lt;br /&gt;As we try to become better than we are&lt;br /&gt;Your welfare will come before mine&lt;br /&gt;If you promise you will take care of me forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear someone, for whom I smile when noone else can see&lt;br /&gt;How prepared are you to beg me to chose you&lt;br /&gt;Are you the greater or are you the good&lt;br /&gt;I will need to know because&lt;br /&gt;Valueable lessons will be remembered for a long while&lt;br /&gt;I prefer remembering you for not being gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ve learned from everything but experience that&lt;br /&gt;Saying I love you is only the beginning&lt;br /&gt;There is greater happiness ahead&lt;br /&gt;When you learn how to live without illusions&lt;div 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Begin'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-8839109265355133130</id><published>2009-09-30T12:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:32:16.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>Life is a dream&lt;br /&gt;We must all dream it&lt;br /&gt;Time is a stream&lt;br /&gt;We might all get lost in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the game&lt;br /&gt;I tossed the dice&lt;br /&gt;It is always the same&lt;br /&gt;Desire has a price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future doesn´t change the past&lt;br /&gt;In the confidence we had we lost&lt;br /&gt;Everything that was meant to last&lt;br /&gt;Now I am stuck alone with this ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late I awoke&lt;br /&gt;From the memories I had forgot&lt;br /&gt;Then I learned from the silence that you broke&lt;br /&gt;That I still will have to live, love, and lose a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-8839109265355133130?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/8839109265355133130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/8839109265355133130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/8839109265355133130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-1182932853161012988</id><published>2009-09-29T17:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:40:32.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I thank thee for this morning&lt;br /&gt;For waking me up as so many times before&lt;br /&gt;The start of the day was calm and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I was greeted by thy patience&lt;br /&gt;Thy will for me was whispered to my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank thee for granting me wisdom&lt;br /&gt;To chose the better way&lt;br /&gt;More grace was added to me this day&lt;br /&gt;I´ve felt thy love for me through thy children&lt;br /&gt;In every handshake, hug, and nod&lt;br /&gt;In every smile, and in every eye I´ve met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank thee for thy mercy&lt;br /&gt;Thy blessings and thy gentle care&lt;br /&gt;My soul has felt thy grandeour today&lt;br /&gt;Thy love for me has blessed me with greater capacity to love&lt;br /&gt;In thanks to thee I have sung to thy praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank thee for thy presence in my life&lt;br /&gt;Communing with thee makes my heart burn&lt;br /&gt;Thy words teach me and fill my soul&lt;br /&gt;I humbly ask thee to always remain with me&lt;br /&gt;And don´t let me move away from thee&lt;br /&gt;Else the darkness of the world&lt;br /&gt;Might get a chance to conquer my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank thee for the guidance of thy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Through thy mercy I´ve been able to make a difference today&lt;br /&gt;I´ve been allowed to be an instrument in thy hands&lt;br /&gt;My soul vibrates and my humbled spirit sings&lt;br /&gt;When thy sweet Spirit strikes my strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank thee for filling my heart with joy&lt;br /&gt;I feel thee so close my eyes are now wet&lt;br /&gt;Help me to never ever forget&lt;br /&gt;May my soul always be filled with thy light&lt;br /&gt;That I may see and win every day´s fight&lt;br /&gt;And then at least exalted be&lt;br /&gt;In peace and rest, O Lord, with thee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-1182932853161012988?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/1182932853161012988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/prayer-of-gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/1182932853161012988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/1182932853161012988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/prayer-of-gratitude.html' title='A Prayer of Gratitude'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-5671493194855185181</id><published>2009-09-26T17:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:05:44.619+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy living</title><content type='html'>So long time without you&lt;br /&gt;I would have cried my heart out&lt;br /&gt;God knows ´that´s what I wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would forget how to smile&lt;br /&gt;If you would decide to never come back to my life&lt;br /&gt;But I´ve been too busy laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long time without you&lt;br /&gt;I would have felt my world has ended&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned with pain and despair&lt;br /&gt;I would have let the grass grow under me&lt;br /&gt;But I´ve been too busy moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long time without you&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, uninvited guest&lt;br /&gt;I would have missed you more&lt;br /&gt;Would have grown bitter for what you did&lt;br /&gt;This silence and uncertainty could have killed me&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in memories of better days&lt;br /&gt;But I´ve been too busy living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long time without you&lt;br /&gt;I could have left my heart broken&lt;br /&gt;Stomped on and thorn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;By someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I could have closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Closed the door to my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;Locked it up and thrown the key away&lt;br /&gt;But Ivé been too busy loving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-5671493194855185181?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/5671493194855185181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5671493194855185181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/5671493194855185181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-living.html' title='Busy living'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-7308457376183079909</id><published>2009-09-21T00:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T09:25:09.537+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Truths to live by</title><content type='html'>Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back! Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past. You can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-7308457376183079909?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/7308457376183079909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/truths-to-live-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/7308457376183079909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/7308457376183079909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/truths-to-live-by.html' title='Truths to live by'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-7933177796228636147</id><published>2009-09-17T17:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:07:58.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pocket of My Heart</title><content type='html'>This dawn I picked down&lt;br /&gt;The moon and the morning star&lt;br /&gt;So like you and me in many ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, eternal wanderer&lt;br /&gt;Me, trying to shine my little light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem to travel together&lt;br /&gt;But we follow different routes&lt;br /&gt;Different goals&lt;br /&gt;Different hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Different ways to get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dawn I picked down&lt;br /&gt;The moon and the morning star&lt;br /&gt;So like you and me in many ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took them down carefully&lt;br /&gt;I guarded them in the pocket of my heart&lt;br /&gt;The only place where you will ever find rest&lt;br /&gt;The only place where I will shine together with you&lt;br /&gt;The only place where we will be together&lt;br /&gt;Eternally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-7933177796228636147?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/7933177796228636147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/pocket-of-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/7933177796228636147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/7933177796228636147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/pocket-of-my-heart.html' title='The Pocket of My Heart'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-549985725975671895</id><published>2009-09-16T16:19:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:43:08.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don´t waste the pretty :-)</title><content type='html'>This is a tribute to the movie "He´s just not that into you." It is also a tribute to every woman out there that is single and that refuses to get desperate about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the movie was like a revelation. All of a sudden I realized what before I had only suspected. However it was even worse than I thought! I mean, I´ve always know that women are stupid when it comes to love. We are willing to do whatever for a guy that we really do like. We are able to make the same mistake over and over again but still we continue hoping for the correct outcome, the happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the book I felt it even more. We are able to change. We are able to make decisions made on logic, made upon not only what we want, but on what we deserve. It simply gave me the hope that I don´t have to commit these stupid mistakes again. I do deserve more. I do deserve a gentleman. A man that will never be ashamed of being seen with me or something similar. A man that will love me as I am. A man that will think that I really am the best thing that has ever happened to him. A man that will love me so much that he wants to spend the rest of his life making me happy. One day, if I don´t lower my bar, I will actually be loved by someone as much as I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve it. We all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the most important part of the lessons we should have learned if we have watched the movie or read the book ¨He´s just not that into you":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- An excuse is a polite rejection. Men are not afraid of “ruining the friendship”.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Don’t get tricked into asking him out. If he likes you, he’ll do the asking&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- If you can find him, then he can find you. If he wants to find you, he will.&lt;br /&gt;- Just because you like to lead doesn’t mean he wants to dance. Some traditions are born of nature and last through time for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Men don’t forget how much they like you&lt;/strong&gt;. So put down the phone.&lt;br /&gt;- You are good enough to be asked out.&lt;br /&gt;- If he’s not calling you, it’s because you’re not on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;- If he creates expectations for you, and then he doesn’t follow through on little things, he will do the same for big things. Be aware of this and realize that he’s okay with disappointing you.&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t be with someone who doesn’t do what they say they’re going to do.&lt;br /&gt;- If he’s choosing not to make a simple effort that would put you at ease and bring harmony to a recurring fight, then he doesn’t respect your feelings and needs.&lt;br /&gt;- “Busy” is another for “a**hole”. “A**hole” is another word for the guy you’re dating.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;You deserve a phone call!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Guys tell you how they feel even if you refuse to listen to or believe them. “I don’t want to be in a serious relationship” truly means “I don’t want to be in a serious relationship with you” or “I’m not sure that you’re the one.” (Sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Better than nothing is not good enough for you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you don’t know where the relationship is going, it’s ok to pull over and ask.&lt;br /&gt;- Murky? Not good.&lt;br /&gt;- There’s a guy out there who will want to tell everyone that he’s your boyfriend. Quit goofing around and go and find him.&lt;br /&gt;- People tell who they are all the time. When a man says he can’t be monogamous, you should believe him.&lt;br /&gt;- Your lost self-esteem may take longer to find than a new boyfriend, so prioritize accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;- If you’re tempted to spend countless nights just cuddling with someone, buy a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;- There is no excuse for cheating. Let me say it again. There is no excuse for cheating. Now you say it. There is no excuse for cheating.&lt;br /&gt;- Your only responsibility in someone else’s lapse in judgement is to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;- Cheating is cheating. It doesn’t matter whom it was with or how many times it happened.&lt;br /&gt;- Cheating gets easier every time it’s done. It’s only hard the first time, when one feels the sting of morality and the guilt of betraying someone’s trust.&lt;br /&gt;- A cheater only cheats himself, because he doesn’t get to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;- An “I love you” (or any semblance thereof) while under the influence of something stronger than grape juice won’t hold up in court or in life.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Bad boys are actually bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- You deserve to be with someone who doesn’t need to be loaded to be around you.&lt;br /&gt;- “Doesn’t want to get married” and “Doesn’t want to get married to me” are very different things. Be sure about which category he falls under.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;If you have different views about marriage, what else are you not on the same page about? Time to take inventory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you don’t feel like you’re rushing, why are you waiting?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;There’s a guy out there who wants to marry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- You can’t talk your way out of a break-up. It is not up for a discussion. A break-up is a definitive action, not a democratic one.&lt;br /&gt;- Cut him off. Let him miss you.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;He doesn’t need to be reminded that you’re great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- “Classy” doesn’t “break into his answering machine.”&lt;br /&gt;- There’s a guy out there who’s going to be really happy that you didn’t get back with your crappy ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;- He might be lying in the hospital with amnesia, but more likely he’s just not that into you.&lt;br /&gt;- No answer is your answer.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Don’t give him a chance to reject you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Let his mother yell at him. You’re to busy.&lt;br /&gt;- There’s no mystery – he’s gone and he wasn’t good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;- Unless he’s all yours, he’s somebody else’s.&lt;br /&gt;- If a guy is yelling about his ex-wife or crying over his last girlfriend, try to find someone else to take you to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t be that girl.&lt;br /&gt;- You are not easily forgotten. Let him find you when he’s ready.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Life is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You deserve to be with someone who is nice to you all the time. (You have to be nice to them, too.)&lt;br /&gt;- You already have an a**hole. You don’t need another.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Make a space in your life for the glorious things you deserve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have faith. What other choice is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I have righteous hopes and dreams. I am willing to wait for the right person. A relation is not something to rush into. I don´t have to crawl for the feet of anyone to get this. I refuse to get desperate. I refuse to get impatient. There´s just to much to lose. I won´t lower my standards. And I´m proud of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-549985725975671895?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/549985725975671895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-waste-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/549985725975671895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/549985725975671895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-waste-pretty.html' title='Don´t waste the pretty :-)'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-4129047789240608093</id><published>2009-09-10T00:47:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:27:00.902+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I loved you</title><content type='html'>Beacause I believed&lt;br /&gt;Because I trusted in myself&lt;br /&gt;Because I followed you&lt;br /&gt;I wander with no direction&lt;br /&gt;I know that today our road&lt;br /&gt;Splits into two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love that you dont respond&lt;br /&gt;For the pain to which I dont hold grudge&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I´ve come late&lt;br /&gt;To your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feels like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;It´s strange that I fall again&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to be alone&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to be with you&lt;br /&gt;To lose you is to lose myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had you&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted to love you&lt;br /&gt;I left aside everything I was feeling&lt;br /&gt;Even if you scream my name&lt;br /&gt;From this shore I can´t hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know who you are&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I never said anything&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn´t want to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I tried to not show you my worst side&lt;br /&gt;Why do you say those things that hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you curse love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what you use to say&lt;br /&gt;You want to tell me everything&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards nothing else will desperate&lt;br /&gt;Only loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feels like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;It´s strange that I fall again&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to be alone&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to be with you&lt;br /&gt;To lose you is to lose myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had you&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted to love you&lt;br /&gt;I left aside everything I was feeling&lt;br /&gt;Even if you scream my name&lt;br /&gt;From this shore I can´t hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know who you are&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had you&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted to love you&lt;br /&gt;I sacrificed everything I had&lt;br /&gt;Even if you scream my name&lt;br /&gt;From this shore I can´t hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know who you are&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know who I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-4129047789240608093?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/4129047789240608093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-i-loved-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4129047789240608093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/4129047789240608093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-i-loved-you.html' title='Because I loved you'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-612301419163611620</id><published>2009-09-08T23:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:04:57.235+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"13 Phrases for Living" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez</title><content type='html'>I love you not for whom you are but for who I am when I'm by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No person deserves your tears, and the one who deserves them won't make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you as you wish, it doesn't mean you're not loved with all his/her being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is the one who hold your hand and touches your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst way to miss someone is to be seated by him/her and know you'll never have him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never stop smiling, not even when you're sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may only be a person in this world, but for someone you are the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't spend time with someone who doesn't care spending it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God wants you to meet many wrong people before you meet the right one, so when it happens you'll be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont cry because it came to an end, smile because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be people who will hurt you, so you need to continue trusting, just be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become a better person and be sure to know who you are before meeting someone new and hoping that person knows who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't struggle so much, the best things happen when you least expect it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Marquez'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-2464648794147457656</id><published>2009-09-02T16:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:17:25.967+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances Are</title><content type='html'>Chances are you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere on your road tonight&lt;br /&gt;Seems I always end up driving by&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I've known you&lt;br /&gt;It seems you're on my way&lt;br /&gt;All the rules of logic don't apply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to see you in the night&lt;br /&gt;Be with you 'til morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember clearly how you looked&lt;br /&gt;The night we met&lt;br /&gt;I recall your laughter and your smile&lt;br /&gt;I remember how you made me&lt;br /&gt;Feel so at ease&lt;br /&gt;I remember all your grace and your style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're all I long to see&lt;br /&gt;You've come to mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I'll see you&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;You'll be smiling like the night we met&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I'll hold you and I'll offer&lt;br /&gt;All I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the best I've ever met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be dreaming of the future&lt;br /&gt;And hoping you'll be by my side&lt;br /&gt;And in the morning I'll be longing for the night&lt;br /&gt;For the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I'll see you&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;You'll be smiling like the night we met&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I'll hold you and I'll offer&lt;br /&gt;All I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the best I've ever met&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-2464648794147457656?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/2464648794147457656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/chances-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2464648794147457656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2464648794147457656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/chances-are.html' title='Chances Are'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-31941529514923662</id><published>2009-09-02T12:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:09:14.347+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Know Him by Heart"</title><content type='html'>There’s a secret path I follow&lt;br /&gt;To a place no one can find&lt;br /&gt;Where I meet my perfect someone&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kept hidden in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where my heart makes my decisions&lt;br /&gt;’till my dream becomes a vision&lt;br /&gt;And the love I feel&lt;br /&gt;Makes him real someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know he’s out there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Just beyond my reach&lt;br /&gt;Though I’ve never really touched him&lt;br /&gt;Or ever heard him speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we’ve never been together&lt;br /&gt;We’ve never been apart&lt;br /&gt;No we’ve never met&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t found him yet&lt;br /&gt;But I know him by heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I living an illusion?&lt;br /&gt;Wanting something I can’t see&lt;br /&gt;If I compromise, I’d be living lies&lt;br /&gt;Pretending he’s not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know my heart’s worth saving&lt;br /&gt;And I know that he’ll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll hold on and I’ll stay strong ’till then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know he’s out there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Just beyond my reach&lt;br /&gt;Though I’ve never really touched him&lt;br /&gt;Or ever heard him speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we’ve never been together&lt;br /&gt;We’ve never been apart&lt;br /&gt;No we’ve never met&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t found him yet&lt;br /&gt;But I know him by heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No we’ve never met&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t found him yet&lt;br /&gt;But I know him by heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-31941529514923662?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/31941529514923662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-him-by-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/31941529514923662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/31941529514923662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-him-by-heart.html' title='&quot;I Know Him by Heart&quot;'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-1594035130060590298</id><published>2009-09-01T15:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:15:34.542+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...Just the Way it is...</title><content type='html'>There is something about you&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know what it is&lt;br /&gt;But it’s this thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;That makes me feel like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know really what I feel&lt;br /&gt;But I feel a lot&lt;br /&gt;Feel both sure and insecure&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me it’s stormy, yet it is so still&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good but at the same time you make me feel so ill&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels like it’s upside down&lt;br /&gt;It feels so strange but yet it feels so known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times you confuse me&lt;br /&gt;Yet make me see things so clear&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you amuse me&lt;br /&gt;Then you make me shed tear after tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can be myself with you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am another&lt;br /&gt;I know you care about me too&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time you don’t seem to bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your words are sweet&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your words are sour&lt;br /&gt;Still they decide my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Minute after minute, hour after hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very special man&lt;br /&gt;Still a boy that needs to mature&lt;br /&gt;I have to forget about you anyway I can&lt;br /&gt;It’s impossible. I’ve tried, so I’m sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now there are only two ways&lt;br /&gt;Deny it or ignore&lt;br /&gt;How can I when I think of you all my days&lt;br /&gt;And it’s you that I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to deny every feeling&lt;br /&gt;They don’t exist. It’s true&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to have them in my being&lt;br /&gt;Often they make me happy but mostly sad and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to ignore them as well&lt;br /&gt;Still it tickles inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I hope for the feelings not to dwell&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I want to let them be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You beg me to come&lt;br /&gt;I beg you not to leave&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere with you is home&lt;br /&gt;When I’m with you I can believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That this life has a meaning&lt;br /&gt;That this world is the best of all&lt;br /&gt;That there is a morning in every evening&lt;br /&gt;And a spring in every fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you´re not with me I don´t feel well&lt;br /&gt;When I’m not with you I don’t feel whole&lt;br /&gt;Being nowhere near you is unbearable&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I’ve split my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for no special reason&lt;br /&gt;But you make me feel like this&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t matter the season&lt;br /&gt;That’s just the way it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-1594035130060590298?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/1594035130060590298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-way-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/1594035130060590298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/1594035130060590298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-way-it-is.html' title='...Just the Way it is...'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-543656526040632404</id><published>2009-08-17T12:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:51:18.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Satan´s Scheme</title><content type='html'>Satan called a worldwide convention. In his opening address to his evil angels, he said, "We can't keep the Christians from going to church. We can't keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing the truth. We can't even keep them from forming an intimate, abiding relationship experience in Christ. Once they gain that connection with Jesus, our power over them is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let them go to their churches; let them have their conservative lifestyles, but steal their time, so they can't gain that relationship with Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want you to do, angels. Distract them from gaining hold of their Savior and maintaining that vital connection throughout their day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How shall we do this?" shouted his angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep them busy in the nonessentials of life and invent innumerable schemes to occupy their minds," he answered. Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, and borrow, borrow, borrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persuade the wives to go to work for long hours and the husbands to work 6-7 days each week, 10-12 hours a day, so they can afford their empty lifestyles. Keep them from spending time with their children. As their family fragments, soon, their home will offer no escape from the pressures of work!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still, small voice. Entice them to play the radio or cassette player whenever they drive. To keep the TV, VCR, CD's and their PC's going constantly in their home and see to it that every store and restaurant in the world plays non-biblical music constantly. This will jam their minds and break that union with Christ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers. Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day. Invade their driving moments with billboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail order catalogs, sweepstakes, and every kind of newsletter and promotional offering free products, services and false hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep skinny, beautiful models on the magazines so the husbands will believe that external beauty is what's important, and they'll become dissatisfied with their wives. That will fragment those families quickly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even in their recreation, let them be excessive. Have them return from their recreation exhausted, disquieted and unprepared for the coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them go out in nature to reflect on God's wonders. Send them to amusement parks, sporting events, concerts and movies instead. Keep them busy, busy, busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they meet for spiritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences and unsettled emotions." Go ahead, let them be involved in soul winning; but crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek power from Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health and family for the good of the cause. It will work! It will work!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a convention. The evil angels went eagerly to their assignments causing Christians everywhere to get more busy and more rushed, going here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the question is: Has the devil been successful at his scheme when it comes to our lives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-543656526040632404?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/543656526040632404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/08/satans-scheme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/543656526040632404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/543656526040632404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/08/satans-scheme.html' title='Satan´s Scheme'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-3309205921423165330</id><published>2009-08-07T16:15:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:02:35.359+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody is Kung Fu fighting!</title><content type='html'>For some time now I have been thinking about our agency and the way we use it, which powers we really have to deal with life and its decisions, and our ability to chose the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many ways to get inspired these days, so many situations and ways to make you react and wake you up to start to see what´s ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main sources of inspiration this time, apart from Mormon doctrine of course (can´t help it...), is the TV-serie Heroes, and the movie Kung Fu Panda. Now you might wonder what these three subjects can have in common! The answer is that we should strive to recognize and understand our mission here on earth and to complete it. Do what we came here to do. To fulfil our destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ideas and opinions when it comes to what &lt;em&gt;Destiny&lt;/em&gt; is, which our destiny is, and how it can be achieved can be very individual, so are our goals, hopes, and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, God has pretty clear what is his destiny for us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For behold, this is my work and my glory—to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man." (Mose. 1:39)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God´s purpose for us has many names: “the great plan of happiness,” “the plan of redemption,” “the merciful plan of the great Creator,” “the plan of salvation,” “the plan of justice,” and “the great plan of the Eternal God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is the truth whether we chose to accept it or not. But to fulfill whatever destiny we think have, we need to believe that it can be fulfilled. That, as well as actually do whatever it takes to fulfil it, will take some effort. I dont know what will take most effort from us, to believe or to take action. However, the destiny will remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me quote Kung Fu Panda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0453641/"&gt;Oogway&lt;/a&gt;: My friend, the panda will never fulfill his destiny, nor you yours until you let go of the illusion of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000163/"&gt;Shifu&lt;/a&gt;: Illusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0453641/"&gt;Oogway&lt;/a&gt;: Yes. [points at peach tree]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0453641/"&gt;Oogway&lt;/a&gt;: Look at this tree, Shifu: I cannot make it blossom when it suits me nor make it bear fruit before its time. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000163/"&gt;Shifu&lt;/a&gt;: But there are things we *can* control: I can control when the fruit will fall, I can control where to plant the seed: that is no illusion, Master!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0453641/"&gt;Oogway&lt;/a&gt;: Ah, yes. But no matter what you do, that seed will grow to be a peach tree. You may wish for an apple or an orange, but you will get a peach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000163/"&gt;Shifu&lt;/a&gt;: But a peach cannot defeat Tai Lung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0453641/"&gt;Oogway&lt;/a&gt;: Maybe it can, if you are willing to guide, to nurture it, to believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000163/"&gt;Shifu&lt;/a&gt;: But how? How? I need your help, master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0453641/"&gt;Oogway&lt;/a&gt;: No, you just need to believe. Promise me, Shifu, promise me you will believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could have been a conversation between Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ before we came here to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another thing that Heroes, Kung Fu Panda, and Mormon doctrine have in common. That is that there is a "villain" to defeat. It might sound like it´s pure fiction but its not, its real. Satan is as real as God is and his influence over us never ceases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan also has his own little purpose for us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wherefore, men are free according to the flesh; and all things are given them which are expedient unto man. And they are free to choose liberty and eternal life, through the great Mediator of all men, or to choose captivity and death, according to the captivity and power of the devil; for he seeketh that all men might be miserable like unto himself." (2 Ne. 2:27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, what is really the purpose of this post? It´s to try to inspire, encourage, and motivate us, and maybe even enable us, to do whatever it takes to master ourselves so as to fulfil our destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quotation claims that "It´s All About Character":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch your thoughts; they become words.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your words; they become actions.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your actions; they become habits.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your habits; they become character.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your character; it becomes your destiny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things we have to have in mind when it comes to creating our character. Both secular and spiritual factors. The "natural man" in us is an example of a spiritual factor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the natural man is an enemy to God, and has been from the fall of Adam, and will be, forever and ever, unless he yields to the enticings of the Holy Spirit, and putteth off the natural man and becometh a saint through the atonement of Christ the Lord, and becometh as a child, submissive, meek, humble, patient, full of love, willing to submit to all things which the Lord seeth fit to inflict upon him, even as a child doth submit to his father." (Mosi. 3:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For we know that the law is spiritual: but I am carnal, sold under sin. For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate, that do I.If then I do that which I would not, I consent unto the law that it is good. Now then it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me. For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not. For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do. Now if I do that I would not, it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me. I find then a law, that, when I would do good, evil is present with me. For I delight in the law of God after the inward man: But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members." (Rom. 7:14-23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many recognizes himself/herself in the last scripture? At least I do. A lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President James E. Faust said: "Self-mastery … is the ultimate test of our character."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the speech with the name "Toward a Theory of Human Agency" by Allen E. Bergin (New Era, July 1973, p. 33) we can read the following regarding determinators of our behaviour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All human acts are determined by multiple influences. We may identify six broad classes of influence as:&lt;br /&gt;(1) cultural, social, or environmental controls;&lt;br /&gt;(2) biological factors;&lt;br /&gt;(3) habits of response that have been conditioned, especially by childhood experiences;&lt;br /&gt;(4) feelings or emotions;&lt;br /&gt;(5) thoughts, ideas, or beliefs; and&lt;br /&gt;(6) spiritual inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be preferable if human beings acted upon the latter three factors primarily, but unfortunately their behavior is too often dominated by influences outside of their control. If we are to be wise, receive the truth, and take the Holy Spirit for our guide as suggested in D&amp;amp;C 45:57, we must learn to optimize the influence of higher processes in our actions. Otherwise, we lose our power of independent action and are “encircled about by the bands of death, and the chains of hell” (Alma 5:7) and then “are taken captive by the devil, and led by his will down to destruction” (Alma 12:11.)[, a state of feeling of loss of power to act independently]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first quality of self-control is that it consists of voluntary action, and voluntary behavior requires a choice situation in which at least two incompatible acts are possible. The scriptures tell us that if there were no opposition, no law of opposites, there could be no agency. “And it must needs be that the devil should tempt the children of men, or they could not be agents unto themselves.” (D&amp;amp;C 29:39.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="48"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second quality is the prominence of awareness or consciousness in self-control and the mediation of this control by language or other symbolic processes. “An action is truly voluntary only when it can be begun or can be checked by verbal cues.” (Guthrie, 1938, p. 174.) A person is responsible when his behavior can thus be guided by symbols. Children, for example, acquire responsibility as they acquire control of action through language. A similar process occurs in all forms of psychotherapy. Freud stated this succinctly in his epigram, “Where Id is, there shall Ego be.” In other words, in the course of therapy the ego gains control over the passions of the id by making the unconscious conscious. (Parenthetically, it is important for students to know that Freud stood for such ideas rather than the libertinism with which his name is associated. He was a great man and one not to be ignored by LDS scholars.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="49"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aspect of self-control role of beliefs or convictions. Terry has said that “character is the ability to inhibit instinctive impulses in accordance with a regulative principle.” That is, there is a time and place for expressiveness, but it must be regulated in terms of internal guides such as goals and ideals. Convictions imply a concept of something beyond self, beyond individual need that regulates the processes of goal direction, achievement, and management of a positive life-style. Convictions differentiate those who will behave in the “natural” way from those who aspire to the higher planes of civilization and righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="50"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large number of research studies permits us to outline additional specific dimensions of self-control and self-regulation. These include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="51"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) The ability to delay gratification, to resist the temptation of immediate rewards or pleasures in favor of more distant and often higher satisfactions, in accordance with abstract principles of right and wrong. This includes the ability to tolerate tension, discomfort, and frustration.&lt;a name="52"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) The ability to discern clearly the connections between means and ends, between behaviors and their immediate and ultimate consequences. It is the inability to maintain awareness of means-ends sequences, that is, to anticipate consequences, that commonly characterizes the impulsive behavior of delinquents and criminals.&lt;a name="53"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) The ability to frame one’s life and behavior within a future time perspective. The briefer one’s time span, the greater is the difficulty with self-control. The more one is capable of long-range planning, the better is his control.&lt;a name="54"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) An internal locus of control. Self-regulatory deficiencies often arise in persons who feel that they are the passive subjects of the forces of fate surrounding them. Their external locus of control leads them to behave in ways that only reinforce their belief in fate.&lt;a name="55"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) A sensitive guilt response Guilt is a signal to us that something is wrong and, in that sense, it is friendly. Guilt aids us in preserving the integrity of our controls just as pain assists us in preserving the integrity of our bodies. If pain did not alert us to physical dangers and diseases, we would soon die. If our guilt mechanisms are not alert to moral dangers, we die just as certainly in a spiritual sense. While it is possible to overdo guilt and become neurotically obsessed with seeming misdeeds, this is not usually the case. Cultivating a positive guilt response is therefore adaptively in the service of effective self-regulation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I started to ask myself about a factor that had to do with pure physiology. If our body had a way to help us with "our mission". I learned this from the wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The prefrontal cortex (PFC) is the anterior part of the frontal lobes of the brain, lying in front of the motor and premotor areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brain region has been implicated in planning complex cognitive behaviors, personality expression, decision making and moderating correct social behavior. The basic activity of this brain region is considered to be orchestration of thoughts and actions in accordance with internal goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most typical psychological term for functions carried out by the pre-frontal cortex area is executive function. Executive function relates to abilities to differentiate among conflicting thoughts, determine good and bad, better and best, same and different, future consequences of current activities, working toward a defined goal, prediction of outcomes, expectation based on actions, and social "control" (the ability to suppress urges that, if not suppressed, could lead to socially-unacceptable outcomes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many authors have indicated an integral link between a person's personality and the functions of the prefrontal cortex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prefrontal cortex (when functioning correctly) controls the mental option to delay immediate gratification for a better or more rewarding longer-term gratification result. This ability to wait for a reward is one of the key pieces that define optimal executive function of the human brain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that it´s scientifically proved that the human being is far away from using its full potential of the brain. Im sure that there is some research going on about the pre-frontal cortex, and hopefully to the benefit of mankind. But still, secularity still has its limits. The power of God really has no limit, but to try to mention a limit to it, here is where &lt;em&gt;Agency&lt;/em&gt; comes into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agency is the ability and privilege God gives people to choose and to act for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord said unto Enoch: Behold these thy brethren; they are the workmanship of mine own hands, and I gave unto them their knowledge, in the day I created them; and in the Garden of Eden, gave I unto man his agency; " (Moses 7:32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agency is something God won´t take away from us. It´s ours and only ours to do whatever we want with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And now remember, remember, my brethren, that whosoever perisheth, perisheth unto himself; and whosoever doeth iniquity, doeth it unto himself; for behold, ye are free; ye are permitted to act for yourselves; for behold, God hath given unto you a knowledge and he hath made you free." (Hel. 14:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat the words of Allen E. Bergin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first quality of self-control is that it consists of voluntary action, and voluntary behavior requires a choice situation in which at least two incompatible acts are possible. The scriptures tell us that if there were no opposition, no law of opposites, there could be no agency. “And it must needs be that the devil should tempt the children of men, or they could not be agents unto themselves.” (D&amp;amp;C 29:39.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the correct choice, and maybe especially in the name of self-mastery, is never easy and has never been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through time this has been discovered over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The greatest battles of life are fought within the silent chambers of our own souls.” -President David O. McKay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He that hath no rule over his own spirit is like a city that is broken down, and without walls." (Prov. 25:28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No Man is free who cannot command himself.” -Pythagoras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Master yourself and you can master anything.” -Old proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote from Heroes made a huge impact on me though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To save what is must important I must be strong enough to cut out my own heart." -Hiro Nakamura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tesify that all of this is true. I also know that self-mastery is not impossible. It can´t be! It is possible to overcome our difficulties. Nothing is impossible to God. Secularily he could easily inspire people to find a way to stimulate the pre-frontal lobe so that we would have help to easier take actions to live according to our internal beliefs, but that is not the way it works. The way it works is that he has given us spiritual help to "overcome ourselves", through Jesus Christ and through his Grace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knowing that Christ being raised from the dead dieth no more; death hath no more dominion over him.&lt;br /&gt;For in that he died, he died unto sin once: but in that he liveth, he liveth unto God. Likewise reckon ye also yourselves to be dead indeed unto sin, but alive unto God through Jesus Christ our Lord... yield yourselves unto God, as those that are alive from the dead, and your members as instruments of righteousness unto God. For sin shall not have dominion over you: for ye are not under the law, but under grace." (Rom 6:9-11, 13-14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But if ye will turn to the Lord with full purpose of heart, and put your trust in him, and serve him with all diligence of mind, if ye do this, he will, according to his own will and pleasure, deliver you out of bondage." (Mosi. 7:33)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has promised to help us if we turn to him, promised to make the difficult things easy for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.” (Et. 12:27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will help us to fulfil our Destiny. He will help us in his purpose "to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we fall, we get up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That which we persist in doing becomes easier for us to do; not that the nature of the thing itself is changed, but that our power to do is increased.” - President Heber J. Grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mormon doctrine, Heroes, and Kung Fu Panda have taught me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a daughter of a Heavenly Father that wants me to succeed in life and wants me to come back to him clean and worthy of his presence. Having followed his will for me, avoided sin, and searched for righteousness. Taken well care of my body, the temple that he has given me, and taken care of his children helping them to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have abilities. It´s not very probable that it is telekinesia, being able to self-heal, shoot lightenings from our hands, nor being able to stop or travel through time, but we have been given others:&lt;br /&gt;- We have been given the power to create life.&lt;br /&gt;- We can truly be healed, but we need the help of worthy priesthood holders and well instructed doctors.&lt;br /&gt;- In times of urgent need adrenaline can give us a physical strength that we didn´t know we had, or give us the energy to run faster than we knew we could.&lt;br /&gt;- We have been given the ability to learn from the past, live in the present, and to prepare for the future.&lt;br /&gt;- The greatest of all abilities might be the capacity we have to love others and use our abilities unselfishly to serve others, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have dreams. Sometimes we wish that we were living another kind of life somewhere else, that we were someone else, that we had their abilities etc. Still we are peaches, but we will be able to fulfil our destiny and defeat the adversary if we let ourselves be guided, if we are correctly nurtured, and if we believe. And we will be able to do it if we let the Master turn our weaknesses into strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly this is a life in which EVERYBODY IS KUNG FU FIGHTING! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-3309205921423165330?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/3309205921423165330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/08/everybody-is-kung-fu-fighting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3309205921423165330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3309205921423165330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/08/everybody-is-kung-fu-fighting.html' title='Everybody is Kung Fu fighting!'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-8252222395393396328</id><published>2009-08-01T22:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:01:46.747+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldnt describe it better myself, that´s all...</title><content type='html'>I can only give you love that lasts forever,&lt;br /&gt;And a promise to be near each time you call.&lt;br /&gt;And the only heart I own&lt;br /&gt;For you and you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only give you country walks in springtime&lt;br /&gt;And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall;&lt;br /&gt;And a love whose burning light&lt;br /&gt;Will warm the winter's night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those I am sure who have told you,&lt;br /&gt;They would give you the world for a toy.&lt;br /&gt;All I have are these arms to enfold you,&lt;br /&gt;And a love time can never destroy.&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be glad to know that my demands are small.&lt;br /&gt;Say it's me that you'll adore,&lt;br /&gt;For now and evermore&lt;br /&gt;That's all,&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-8252222395393396328?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/8252222395393396328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-couldnt-describe-it-better-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/8252222395393396328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/8252222395393396328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-couldnt-describe-it-better-myself.html' title='I couldnt describe it better myself, that´s all...'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-6535902772740716773</id><published>2009-07-28T10:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:25:04.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose of Life</title><content type='html'>I had the opportunity last Sunday to listen to this very uplifting discourse by Bishop Ovejero from Madrid 6th Ward. The subject was The Purpose of Life and the question was thrown out to us what we think the purpose of life is. Maybe even more specified, what the purpose of &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; life is. You can guess the answers that came up. Most of us said maybe the obvious, that we want to be happy. Fortunately that is Heavenly Fater´s wish for us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Adam fell that men might be; and men are, that they might have joy.” (2 Ne. 2:25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Ovejero says that the profession of God, if to call him something that wouldnt just be "almighty", could be "Joy giver". But how come then that we arent happy many times? We are exposed to so many external things that we refer to happiness like possesions, status, and most of all money. We tend to think that if we dont have enough money we arent happy. Lets see what the definition of &lt;em&gt;Happiness&lt;/em&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Study Guide there is no definition of Happiness. Instead we are refered to see &lt;em&gt;Joy.&lt;/em&gt; This is the definition of Joy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A condition of great happiness coming from righteous living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means then that our happiness wont have anything to do with external things but rather internal things that have to do with &lt;em&gt;ourselves&lt;/em&gt;. Probably there are some things we must change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Ovejero brings up the example of the father of King Lamoni in the Book of Mormon. King Lamoni had been converted to the Church and now his father wanted to know about the Gospel as well because he had seen a powerful change in his son. The missionary Aaron was sent to teach him about the creation, the fall of Adam, and the plan of redemption through Christ. Afterwards the father of King Lamoni meditated over what he had learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And it came to pass that after Aaron had expounded these things unto him, the king said: What shall I do that I may have this eternal life of which thou hast spoken? Yea, what shall I do that I may be born of God, having this wicked spirit rooted out of my breast, and receive his Spirit, that I may be filled with joy, that I may not be cast off at the last day? Behold, said he, I will give up all that I possess, yea, I will forsake my kingdom, that I may receive this great joy.” (Al. 22:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously started to think about this. What do I have to do that I may be filled with joy? What am I willing to forsake to receive this great joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all should ask ourselves the same questions.  What are we willing to forsake? Our possesions? Our status? Our money? Our comfort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is up to everyone of us to decide adn take action. But these things I can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to requiere some serious mental effort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its going to be worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-6535902772740716773?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/6535902772740716773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/07/purpose-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6535902772740716773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6535902772740716773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/07/purpose-of-life.html' title='The Purpose of Life'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-1731660306372767795</id><published>2009-07-21T13:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:49:31.165+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes on Eternal Perspective</title><content type='html'>Elder Neil A. Maxwell:&lt;br /&gt;"Secularism’s approach often stops short of the cosmic computations that need to be made about what produces true happiness. For instance, is it really good for the individual to have too much leisure time, too much affluence, and to live in a society that is too permissive? When is help truly helpful? Is a certain proximate pleasure going to produce ultimate pain?&lt;a name="32"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who believe we are all going to be around forever, it is both natural and wise to concern ourselves with such questions and also with such principles which are also going to be around forever.&lt;br /&gt;The adventure of orthodoxy consists, therefore, of having eternal principles “fitly framed together” so as to reduce human misery and to facilitate human happiness.&lt;br /&gt; It is the orthodox orchestration in applying the gospel of Jesus Christ that keeps us happy and helps us to avoid falling off the straight and narrow path, for on the one side there is harsh legalism and on the other syrupy sensualism. Little wonder that man needs careful and precise help, the guidance of the Spirit, in order to navigate under such stressful circumstances.&lt;a name="49"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little wonder we so need those eternal perspectives which come from looking at life through the lens of the gospel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Jay E. Jensen Of  the Seventy:&lt;br /&gt;"When we understand the great plan of happiness, we are gaining an eternal perspective, and the commandments, ordinances, covenants, and the experiences, trials, and tribulations can be seen in their true and eternal light.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, however, that Satan will dim the brightness of hope and eternal perspective by the dark, compelling urgency of now. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Gordon B.Hinckley:&lt;br /&gt;“There is a goal beyond the Resurrection, that is exaltation in our Father’s kingdom. … It will begin with acceptance of him as our Eternal Father and of his son as our living Redeemer. It will involve participation in various ordinances, each one important and necessary. The first of these is baptism by immersion in water, without which, according to the Savior, a man cannot enter into the kingdom of God. There must follow the birth of the Spirit, the gift of the Holy Ghost. Then in succession through the years will come, for men, ordination to the priesthood, followed by the blessings of the temple for both men and women who are worthy to enter therein....They include the … endowment of obligations and blessings that motivate us to behavior compatible with the principles of the gospel. They include the sealing ordinances by which that which is bound on earth is bound in heaven, providing for the continuity of the family.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder LeGrand Richards:&lt;br /&gt;“God bless you to realize where you came from and the great privileges that are yours. If the veil were rolled back and you could just see one glimpse of God’s great eternal plan concerning you and who you are, it would not be hard for you to love Him, keep His commandments, and live to be worthy of every blessing that He has had for you since before the foundations of the world were laid”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Dallin H. Oaks:&lt;br /&gt;“Hold ourselves in readiness to act on the Lord’s timing. He will tell us when the time is right to take the next step. For now, we simply concentrate on … what we have been asked to do today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Neil A. Maxwell:&lt;br /&gt;“Patience … helps us to realize that while we may be ready to move on, having had enough of a particular learning experience, our continuing presence is often a needed part of the learning environment of others.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Neil A. Maxwell:&lt;br /&gt;“A mere hundred years from now today’s seeming deprivations and tribulations will not matter unless we let them matter too much now. Some deprivations are but delayed blessings, which, if endured well, constitute the readying of reservoirs into which a generous God will pour ‘all that he hath.’ Indeed, it will be the Malachi measure: ‘There shall not be room enough to receive it.’ (Mal. 3:10.)”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-1731660306372767795?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/1731660306372767795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/07/quotes-on-eternal-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/1731660306372767795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/1731660306372767795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/07/quotes-on-eternal-perspective.html' title='Quotes on Eternal Perspective'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-3377720174411565375</id><published>2009-07-20T00:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:48:33.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Horcruxes</title><content type='html'>As many other books and their personages, stories, and details Harry Potter is also a book that we can analyze and apply in our daily lives. My thoughts came to the horcruxes in the very last book. This is the description according to the wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In an online diary entry, Rowling described a Horcrux as a "receptacle in which a Dark wizard has hidden a part of his soul for the purposes of attaining immortality."With part of a wizard's soul thus stored, the wizard becomes immortal so long as the Horcrux remains intact.&lt;br /&gt;A Horcrux can be made from any normal object, including living organisms... If a wizard has created more than one Horcrux, he will remain immortal until they are all destroyed. Once they are destroyed, the wizard will die a normal death if mortally wounded.&lt;br /&gt;The portion of soul within a Horcrux also has the ability to take spiritual possession of other people. This possession is limited to those who become emotionally attached to the Horcrux. Once possessed, the soul within the Horcrux can take total control of the person's actions while the person remains completely unaware of the connection. Once a person has become possessed by a Horcrux, the Dark Wizard has the ability to take corporeal form by draining the life force of the possessed person. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see where I want to come? In the real world we also have horcruxes. We call them "other gods".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term idolatry usually refers to the worship of a fetish, a graven image, or an imagined, unseen deity. But idolatry may exist on many levels: some create images to represent a deity, some idolize other humans, and some “worship” material possessions or achievements. In essence, the practice of idolatry means putting worldly things ahead of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only death included in creating the horcruxes of real life is spiritual death, normally our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of horcruxes that we create and by so doing splitting our soul that is supposed to be only one, and supposed to serve only the Goodness, is the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder M. Russel Ballard of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles said the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One of the ways Satan lessens your effectiveness and weakens your spiritual strength is by encouraging you to spend large blocks of your time doing things that matter very little. I speak of such things as sitting for hours on end watching television or videos, playing video games night in and night out, surfing the Internet, or devoting huge blocks of time to sports, games, or other recreational activities.&lt;a name="52"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t misunderstand me. These activities are not wrong in and of themselves (unless, of course, you are watching salacious programs or seeking out pornographic images on the Internet). … &lt;a name="53"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I speak of letting things get out of balance. … &lt;a name="54"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One devastating effect of idling away our time is that it deflects us from focusing on the things that matter most. Too many people are willing to sit back and let life just happen to them. It takes time to develop the attributes that will help you to be a well-balanced person.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person that has fought with this myself. Not as much because it has been a problem but because I didnt want it to become one. Ive taken action that makes me use less "dead time" in front of the computer. As you all might know by now I work using the computer everyday and I have basically unlimited use of internet. I am also allowed to bring my work computer home and surf away. What happened was that I noticed that if I sat down, even to just look up a small thing those things became bigger and many more and all of a sudden it would be late at night. My decision was that that had to change. What Ive decided is that the computer only goes with me home during the weekends. Some of my friends complain that they cant talk to me in the evening but I just cant afford to split my soul. I need my soul to be entire and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President David O. McKay counseled: “ ‘The greatest battle of life is fought within the silent chambers of your own soul.’ … It is a good thing to sit down and commune with yourself, to come to an understanding with yourself and decide in that silent moment what your duty is to your family, to your Church, to your country, and … to your fellowmen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive taken a decision that I cant let myself split up my soul, losing my life to the computer, but try to do something fruitful with my life. As Elder Ballard said, its not wrong to sit on the internet, but we know that we must not make it a priority. We must not make it to be our first choice before other things that would serve us and others for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I testify of the power that is in internet, how its can carry your splitted soul away to where it will be very difficult to get back from. Counsel with yourself and make the decision to not let your talents go wasted by letting the computer take up all of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder L. Tom Perry said:&lt;br /&gt;"We have implanted in our souls a desire to be free. The Lord understood this when He granted us our mortal probation. With that freedom, however, comes accountability. We are instructed not to idle away our time nor bury our talents and not use them. We are expected to make our lives better through our own initiatives and efforts. We must decide whether to conform our lives to the Lord’s standards. We must choose as Joshua did when he said:&lt;a name="40"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And if it seem evil unto you to serve the Lord, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord” (Josh. 24:15).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the people answered back to Joshua we should all make sure to answer the same: "God forbid that we should forsake the Lord, to serve other gods.” (Josh. 24:16.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-3377720174411565375?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/3377720174411565375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/07/spiritual-horcruxes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3377720174411565375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/3377720174411565375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/07/spiritual-horcruxes.html' title='Spiritual Horcruxes'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-2114339302288113294</id><published>2009-07-18T01:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:27:09.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness, a feeling or a choice?</title><content type='html'>My thoughts this night go out to all the people that feel lonely for various reasons. We have all been there sometime. Physcial loneliness we use to chose it ourself, but psycological loneliness can be different, or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What decides if we are lonely? Are we alone but do we have to be lonely? What can we do about our loneliness? There might be so many kinds of loneliness but the worst kind may be to feel lonely when we really arent lonely at all. Is this only a feeling or is it a choice to feel this way? Can we really do something about it? I believe we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness, whether physical or psycological, becomes a problem when it stops us from progressing. When it it stops us from living the life we want to live, and probably should live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can meditate over these three steps that can help us in the moment of loneliness:&lt;br /&gt;1. Analyze what kind of loneliness you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel that I would like to just have someone near that I can talk to and maybe hold in my arms, or do I feel that there is a hole in my heart and there is no way to fill it? Do I feel both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are the reasons to why I feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What came first, the hen or the egg? This way Im feeling, is it the "desease" itself or is it a symptom of something else? Try to put the finger on what you are feeling and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Does this impede my personal progress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I take decisions in my life based on how I feel? Loneliness often comes with other negative feelings such as hopelessness and despair. Does my feeling of loneliness stop me from taking decisions I know would be good for me? Are my decisions egoistic or do I decide based on wanting to serve others? Do I serve others thinking about myself? Am I in a bad circle? Can I get out from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What can I do to change the situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of my feelings of loneliness, can I try to concentrate on something else? Normally just sitting and thinking about how lonely we feel doesnt change the situation not does it make us to do something about it. How can I use my time in the best way? How can I feel other feelings during the time when I normally feel lonely? What do I want to feel? Why dont I feel it? Can I chose to feel different? Think about it and take action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all must know that our mental power is a power that is so strong that we cant really understand it. Basically we are able to accomplish anything! If we only decide what we need to do and then do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was looking for a quote to end this post with I found that another woman, Helene Ringger, had thought about exactly the same thing, some 20 years ago. For all you members of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, or non members, men or women, married, widowed, single, or divorced, I post the link of her discourse back in 1989. I know that if we apply the steps both her and I have given we will truly see a difference in our lives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=982092e21acdb010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=982092e21acdb010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that feeling lonely is a choice and loneliness but a symptom. I testify that chosing the "happy thoughts way" of working it out really works! I testify that we can truly chose to have hope, chose to see things in a different light. If you need a hug, go and hug someone that wants to hug you back. Do you need someone to talk to, go and find someone that loves you and likes to be with you, that listens to you. Feel worthy of the love of others because you are worthy of it! Chose to have perspective, eternal perspective, and you will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loneliness can be a pivotal experience in our lives. It can be the leaven that allows us to rise to the next step in our spiritual advancement, or it can be a chain that restrains our progress. In the very act of making up our minds to confront loneliness, half the battle is won"&lt;br /&gt;- Julie Larsen, (“I Have a Question,” Ensign, Oct. 1995, 60–61)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-2114339302288113294?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/2114339302288113294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/07/loneliness-feeling-or-choice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2114339302288113294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/2114339302288113294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/07/loneliness-feeling-or-choice.html' title='Loneliness, a feeling or a choice?'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-944571346572759216</id><published>2009-07-16T11:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:27:15.402+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law of Constant Change?</title><content type='html'>In this sunny but windy summer morning I noticed that I had changed my mind. Or hadnt I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Im in Sweden, my home country. Many (if not all) of you know of my wish to move home again. That hasnt changed. The intensivity of my desire has though. Change also has its progress and this is what I came to think about: the blacks and whites of change, and also its grey zones. Does change have its grey zones? I dont know. Whether it has or hasnt, can that change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I come to think about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about Spain and why Im there, why I wanted to be there, and why I dont want to be there anylonger. What has changed? Why am I still there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to express my thoughts in words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I studied Geography on University level we were learning about Ravenstein´s "laws of migration". They are based upon the theory that there are certain laws of social science that describes human behaviour when it comes to migration. Ive been thinking about them through the years and Ive seen that these laws are very true indeed. These are Ravenstein´s "laws of migration":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Every migration flow generates a return or countermigration.&lt;br /&gt;2. The majority of migrants move a short distance.&lt;br /&gt;3. Migrants who move longer distances tend to choose big-city destinations&lt;br /&gt;4. Urban residents are less migratory than inhabitants of rural areas.&lt;br /&gt;5. Families are less likely to make international moves than young adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, having a knowledge about these laws its probably very possible that you understand why Im still thinking about these "laws" 10 years later. Law number 1 is going to be my target in this post since its the one that concerns (and interests) me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every migration flow generates a return or countermigration. " Smart guy that Ravenstein...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more thinking about my reasons to be in Spain right now rather than why I actually am there, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons right now: My work. Thats all, I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like my work. I wish I could just go go home to Sweden (honestly Denmark or Norway would be fine as well. Indirectly its almost Sweden :-b) and go on doing the same thing but its not possible. So I need to make that sacrifice. To not go home to (I change it to:) Scandinavia the law would still work because just to move for work I know of a job I would like to try in another part of Europe . And the possibility to get it is very big. I just need to say the word (at least that is what Ive understood)... Still, my first (and second, and third, etc) choice is Scandinavia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier reasons: The affection I feel for some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can really feel so much love for some persons that you really dont want to live without them. Im only talking about friends now. The reason why that is not a reason for me to stay anymore is that I havent found someone that feels the same about me. Egoistic you may think. But its only self preservance. If you thought that it is egoistic then you have never loved someone so much the heart aches when you think about that person, and you feel like crying because your heart is so filled with love for him/her. And/or maybe you just have never felt that that kind of love is responded. Well, I have felt that the persons I give so much importance to dont feel the same about me. So Im tired. Im tired of exhausting my heart. Maybe the fault is mine. Maybe you feel that way. Maybe I just dont understand. Maybe my cold Swedish heart doesnt understand latin love. Maybe I need a change of heart. In anyway, I apologize. And I really do love you so please dont misunderstand me. But now I need to go home to the persons that I feel respond to my love. They are persons I love and Ive loved for a very long time and that are very important to me. We might not see each other much, neither talk, nor write to each other as often as we could, but their love for me is always present. I can feel it wherever I am and whatever I do. You know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point: I need things to change now. I know they will. With time. I dont know how much time it will take. But it will change. Because that is the only thing that is constant: change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-944571346572759216?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/944571346572759216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/07/law-of-constant-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/944571346572759216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/944571346572759216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/07/law-of-constant-change.html' title='The Law of Constant Change?'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981906120701867592.post-6591047739744024455</id><published>2009-07-15T22:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:13:53.929+02:00</updated><title type='text'>On this day a blog is born...</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should liken it with a plant. One of those undying ones I hope. Or something else undying...Anyway, what I want to say is that for some reason Ive decided to create this blog. I have so many reasons. My only fear is that it will be as constant as my diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diary...I wanted to fill it with purpose, with reason, and with hopes and thoughts. Instead I put stickers on it. Stickers that would simbolize things and situations I wanted to achieve during the time the diary lasted. Supposingly it should have lasted one year, understood that I wanted to achieve those things during that year. I believe I might have stopped writing it it already in the first quarter. This was year 2007 :-S. I didnt achieve the most of them till 2008. Im still working on many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont see this is a diary (because then I wouldnt be able to go on writing in it...). I prefer calling it note pad or something. Why? There are so many things that pop up in this restless and philosophical little brain of mine that thinks too much than what is good for it. I will try to put the best of those things in here because they are all worthy of being remembered and shared with you, all you people that hopefully think that what I think matters and can make a difference in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets call it a dedication. A dedication to life as I live it. Lets call it "olofssonology"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981906120701867592-6591047739744024455?l=olofssonology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/feeds/6591047739744024455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-this-day-blog-is-born.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6591047739744024455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981906120701867592/posts/default/6591047739744024455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olofssonology.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-this-day-blog-is-born.html' title='On this day a blog is born...'/><author><name>Saris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06996233971435615927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CAST2t7qAo/Sl44AjVU4PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LX62O0Y-YCk/S220/emma-thomson-felicity-wishes-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
