hejhej jag vill bara säja jag är inte en bloggare som skriver om enbart vadagen.

min nevå är dikter, skildringar, upplevelser.

Då jag faktiskt försöker ebblatera mig till författare.

jag gar fler blogsajter. och är med på fcebook,och twitter.jag har lärt mig mycket och älsakr skriva,och ett och ett annaat stav fel blir dt.Jag har för bråttom. så du som är intresserad får väl kommetera. men jag är rak ärlig ,står för mina åsikter.Nu försöker jag sadla om och ska börja pugga till våren .ni hittar mig kanske å googel sök ha en skön kväll.

minne Memory
memory/minne/song
one days on 09-08-05
hospitality, something happened to me, that evening I sat with headphones, listening to Michael. jackson.
I sat and wrote a little tried different texts.
everything was quiet, just as tears ran down my cheek.
suddenly I became dull, and wonder why I cry so heartbreaking.
it feels so weird, but I get hot all over his chest.
I had read a book about Michael, j
and tried to understand what evil people made him.
how sick they were, of course it did not derr knowledge was f?rkassligt.
somehow I got the feeling that there was a message in every song he wrote.
why did they not.
I was filled with pain so strong, I had never known.
I wrote out my thoughts in my notebook.
I wrote about my love for michael, j my questions why, he would have never given up. for he has had a magical power, and he is proceeding with all. and small children are new to love him. I took a break, because in my head ever spun.
then I just sat quietly for a moment, breathing cool.
listened to michael.j
you may call it what you vill.men for me it was a message.
I wrote this.
the song.
it would never had been like this.
I felt lonely afraid, so sorry I was breflest.
it would never remain like this.
when I cried, no one seemed to be here.
in my empty heart, I lived alone.
I saw the shadows, I heard the heartbeat, but I never saw any.
I looked for you but you seemed to be here.
everything is empty, alone, I want to be a solros.jag want to dance and feel in my youth by me.
I want to be here but can not make my music more.
I would like to lend your hand to write my songs.
why do we not do the same Sourander if you want to make it my baby girl.
you break my heart but I promise I’ll try to do it.
I want to help you.
then I do not know what happens.
but something comes to me.
here o help me, it seems that I have a `liic in the 0022nd
an angel will be with you d?.varf?r we have not met for then?
but girl I know your pain.
what should I do to comfort your tears.
it’s so hard to see.
I cry no more, before I am here. I would be d?r.d? I had transfoms.men I can not, I love all, and my children. but please hold my hand, I see you enough, take care of my children…………..

the song that comes to me, for a particular artist in our hearts,
the skule not be like this, I feel lonely, I feel afraid, I feel so alone and I lose my breath.
it would not continue like this, but when I cried out no one seem to hear me.
in my empty heart, I lived alone, I saw shadows, I heard your heartbeat, but I saw none of everyone.
I look up behind you but you seem not to be there, it’s empty, it’s so hard, I want to became a sunflower.
I want to dance and feel my youth through me.
I want to be here but I can not do my music.
I would like to lend your hand and you write my music.
this is a song to my sister Janet J
She is a female dancer
She wants someone sees her, and sees what she wants. but real love, real love.

there is an angel next to me
there is an angel next to me
He has never gone by myself before.
He opens my door
I saw him go through the door for you
I saw an angel come straight in through me
he did it never before.
I love him for him because he lets me go through without lies.
He did not lie, he cried again when
he did not understand him.
but he was true.
an angel passing through mig.han moved me as angels walked in by myself. there is an angel next to me
there is an angel next to me
He has never gone by myself before.
He opens my door
I saw him go through the door for you
I saw an angel come straight in through me
he did it never before.
I love him for him because he lets me go through without lies.
He did not lie, he cried again when
he did not understand him.
but he was true.
an angel passing through mig.han moved me as angels walked in by myself.