dinsdag 2 juni 2009


Come and travel with me
Where we’ll go, we’ll see
I don’t wanna stay around
In the same place anymore
I want things to happen
I don’t wanna live a bore
Let's go south on a train
Let’s lean out the window pane
Feel the winds blow in the hair
Afternoon with its glowing air
I just wanna feel the blood flow
I just wanna go, go, go
Where the reason is strong
And the logic is weak
I just wanna be me, me
Oh, can’t you see
What else could I be?

— Lars Eriksson,

2 opmerkingen:

  1. deze gedichtjes passen goed bij je!
    dat vermoeden had ik al....
    Gr. Anna

  2. wat een leuke monkey's!
    is dit ook op toepassing van jou????