Eivor , On My Way To Somewhere (Live At The Old Theatre, Torshavn)

this day from moment to moment ~change

surrealistic car

life shoots up through snow

crazy weather..one can always talk about the weather

Eivør , Rain (stripped back acoustic version)

Rain

There's a shallow river running down the hill
Moving softly through the valley where I live.

When it rains the river runs so deep.

When the water is clear and still like a mirror
I can see you on the surface of the river.

When it rains the river runs so deep
In the rain I weep.

Where will I find you when I need you my long lost friend?
Bring back the mirror so I can see your face again.

When it rains the river runs so deep
In the rain I weep
In the rain
Into the river deep.

snowy morning

Sergei Rachmaninoff , Liturgy of St. John Chrysostom , Op. 31

Journey with clouds, poetry

 

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LEONARD COHEN ,Waiting For The Miracle

There is a crack in everything, Leonard Cohen, Intro

LEONARD COHEN, Ain't No Cure for Love

what an introduction! :-)

So you want to be a writer, Charles Bukowski

so you want to be a writer

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

Leonard Cohen ,Sisters of Mercy

Leonard Cohen,The Stranger Song

Leonard Cohen, quote, The Favorite Game

'Children show scars like medals. 
Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. 
A scar is what happens when the world is made flesh.'

The Book of Mercy, Leonard Cohen, psalm

“I lost my way, I forgot to call on your name. 
The raw heart beat against the world, and the tears were for my lost victory. 
But you are here. You have always been here. 
The world is all forgetting, and the heart is a rage of directions, 
but your name unifies the heart, and the world is lifted into its place. 
Blessed is the one who waits in the traveller's heart for his turning.”