Dagens tips

Planer om å lese ei bok i nærmeste framtid? Les "Tusen strålende soler" ("A thousand splendid suns") av Khaled Hosseini (forfatteren av Drageløperen). Anbefales! :)

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Ah! How beautiful is Kabul encircled by her arid mountains
And Rose, of the trails of thorns she envies
Her gusts of powdered soil, slightly sting my eyes
But I love her, for knowing and loving are born of this same dust

My song exhalts her dazzling tulips
And at the beauty of her trees, I blush
How sparkling the water flows from Pul-I Bastaan!
May Allah protect such beauty from the evil eye of man!

Khizr chose the path to Kabul in order to reach Paradise
For her mountains brought him close to the delights of heaven
From the fort with sprawling walls, A Dragon of protection
Each stone is there more precious than the treasure of Shayagan

Every street of Kabul is enthralling to the eye
Through the bazaars, caravans of Egypt pass
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs
And the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls

Her laughter of mornings has the gaiety of flowers
Her nights of darkness, the reflections of lustrous hair
Her melodious nightingales, with passion sing their songs
Ardent tunes, as leaves enflamed, cascading from their throats

And I, I sing in the gardens of Jahanara, of Sharbara
And even the trumpets of heaven envy their green pastures

- Saib-e-Tabrizi (engelsk: Josephine Davis)

God helg... :)

Lucky...

Do you hear me,
I'm talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying
Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again

They don't know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I'll wait for you I promise you, I will

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Lucky we're in love every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

And so I'm sailing through the sea
To an island where we'll meet
You'll hear the music fill the air
I'll put a flower in your hair
Though the breezes through trees
Move so pretty you're all I see
As the world keeps spinning round
You hold me right here right now

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
I'm lucky we're in love every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

Halal- OG kosher-slakting

Jeg kan ikke se annet enn at dette er dyreplageri. No doubt. Men er det "snikislamisering"? NEI! Debatten dreier seg både om halal OG kosher, men det overser vi glatt. Selv om ordene nevnes i samme setning, er det HALAL og verdens muslimer som er den store, stygge ulven. Som vanlig. Må jeg få minne om at det allerede foregår halal-slakting i Norge, men at norske muslimer har godtatt at dyret bedøves først. Norske jøder derimot, importerer kjøtt fra andre land i Europa fordi de ikke godtar dette.

OG, må jeg få minne om at det ikke er muslimer i Norge som krever dette, men EU.

Mon tro...

...om Lily Allen hadde Nina Karin Monsen i tankene da hun skrev denne?

Look inside,
Look inside,
Your tiny mind.
Then look a bit harder,
cause we're so uninspired.
So sick and tired.
Of all
The hatred you harbor,
so you say
It's not okay to be gay,
Well I think
You're just evil.
You're just some racist.
Who can't tie my laces,
You're point of view
Is medevil.

Fuck you, fuck you
Very, very much.
Cause we hate
What you do
And we hate
Your whole crew
So please
Don't stay in touch,
Fuck you, fuck you
Very, very much
Cause your words
Don't translate
And it's getting
Quite late
So please
Don't stay in touch.

Do you get,
Do you get
A little kick
Out of being small minded
You want to be
Like your father
His approval your after
Well that's not how
You'll find it
Do you
Do you really enjoy
Living a life
That's so hateful
Cause there's a hole
Where your soul
Should be
You're losing
Control of it
And it's really
Distasteful

Fuck you, fuck you
Very, very much
Cause we hate
What you do
And we hate
Your whole crew
So please
Don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you
Very, very much
Cause your words
Don't translate
And it's getting
Quite late
So please
Don't stay in touch


Jeg tenker allfall i de baner hver gang jeg hører den. Altså teksten. Selve sangen gjør meg egentlig veldig hæppislæppi :D

Dikt man kan like...

Da jeg ble født,
var jeg svart.
Når jeg fryser,
er jeg svart.
Når jeg er varm,
er jeg svart.
Når jeg er syk,
er jeg svart.
Når jeg er redd,
er jeg svart.
Når jeg dør,
er jeg svart.

Da du ble født,
var du rosa.
Når du fryser,
er du blå.
Når du er varm,
er du rød.
Når du er syk,
er du grønn.
Når du er redd,
er du hvit.
Når du dør,
er du lilla.

Og du kaller
meg farget?

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