5:e oktober

Jobbar kväll, alltså ledig förmiddag. Tränat ett lugnt pass med Moving och hemläxan och lite zazen. Bibblan hade fått hem min Vallejo som jag beställt. Kul!
Jag vet att det blir lite mycket Cohen men jag kan inte låta bli...

One of us can not be wrong

I lit a thin green candle
To make you jealus of me,
But the room just filledup with mosquitos
They heard that my body was free
Then I took the dust from a long sleeplees night
And I put it in your little shoe
Then I cconfess that I tortured the dress
That you wore for the world to look through.

I showed my heart to the doctor
He said I´d just have to quit
Then he wrote himself a perscription
And your name was mentioned in it,
Then he locked himself in a library shelf
Whith the details of our honeymoon
and I hear from the nurse that he´s gotten much worse
and his practice is all in a ruin.

I heard of a saint who had loved you
So I studied all night in his school
He taught that the duty of lovers
Is to tarnish the golden rule
And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure
He drowned himself in the pool,
His body is gone, but back here on the lawn
His spirit continues to drool.

An eskimo showed me a movie
He´d recently taken of you
The poor man could hardly stop shivering,
His lips and his fingers were blue
I suppose that he froze when the vind took your clothes
And I guess he just never got warm
But you stand there so nice in your blizzard of ice
O please let me come into the storm.