November, en dikt

November

Dimma, gula träd och kastanjdoft på gatan.
Och strax, plötsligt kommer mörkret.
Jag älskar dig, slätten min,
Med dina dunkla fält
Som sover under en vit filt.

--

Rysningar längs ryggen

Jag känner dem när jag lyssnar på några sånger. En av dem är A3s "Woke up this morning", som använts i "The Sopranos", min favorita tv-serie.

Alabama3, Woke up this morning

You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One.

She said: You're one in a million
You've got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning
All the love has gone,
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.

But you're looking good, baby,
I believe you're feeling fine, (shame about it),
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down,
Thing's ain't been the same
Since the Blues walked into town.

But you're one in a million
You've got that shotgun shine.
Born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

When you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.
By half past ten your head was going ding-dong.
Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,
like a voice telling you there was something you should
know. Last night you were flying but today you're so low
- ain't it times like these that make you wonder if
you'll ever know the meaning of things as they appear to
the others; wives, mothers, fathers, sisters and
brothers. Don't you wish you didn't function, wish you
didn't think beyond the next paycheck and the next little
drink' Well you do so make up your mind to go on, 'cos
when you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.

When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
Mama said you'd be the Chosen One.

When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
You got yourself a gun.

Jag besökte nästan alla platser av Sopranos video, i NJ och NY. Det var rolig. Jag var i en hotel som ligger bakom Lincoln Tunnel, så varje dåg åkte jag till NY city med den (och tillbaka).








Lincoln Tunnel

Polaski skyway

Men jag tycker mycket även om den sista episoden, när allt sluter. Don´t stop believing:

Journey, don't stop believing

Just a small town girl, livin in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south detroit
He took the midnight train goin anywhere

A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill,
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin anything to roll the dice,
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

(chorus)

Dont stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlight people

Waiting for the stars to fall!

År 1988, Boy meets girl, "Waiting for a star to fall".

Serie A

Det är tid... Att börja fundera vilka fotbollspelare kan jag bevara och vilka måste jag byta. Jag måste studera, förbereda mig för Fantacalcio (= fantasy football) eftersom vi har vår marknad den 23dje augusti. Mitt lag heter Saint Cyr. Jag tog namnet från en by i Frankrike där jag har varit. I år måste jag säga att jag är inte så förberedd och jag vet inte hur ska det gå för mitt låg. Uff, vad jobbigt är det!

Pizza

Kära vänner som läser denna blogg... Här är en riktig pizza som vi brukar äta i Italien. Inte en perfekt traditionell pizza, utan en bra pizza från en pizzeria, gjord i eldugn. Vad bra!

Sverige, jag kommer!

Jag ska åka till Sverige på måndag och träffa några gamla vänner och några gamla ställen.

Hurrá!

Jag lever fortfarande

Här finns något med mig. Youngme och nowme. Titta här.

Jag tror att jag var 4 år gammal.