Don't sit in silence

We have
The chance to turn the pages over
We can write what we want to write
We gotta make ends meet, before we get much older

We're all someone's daughter
We're all someone's son
How long can we look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun?

You're the voice, try and understand it
Make a noise and make it clear
Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!
We're not gonna sit in silence
We're not gonna live with fear
Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!

This time
We know we all stand together
With the power to be powerful
Believing, we can make it better

Oooooooh,
We're all someone's daughter
We're all someone's son
How long can we look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun?...

You're the voice, try and understand it
Make a noise and make it clear
Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!
We're not gonna sit in silence
We're not gonna live with fear
Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!



John Farnham's song You're the Voice seems appropriate right now.

New times

You know what's nice?
When you walk around on campus and bump into people you can stop and chat to for a while.
In other words, it's a nice feeling to make new friends.
No one can replace you, ever,
but at the same time, we move on.
Just like everyone else.

I think it will be a good year :)

Write. Speak. Share.

The pen is said to be the most powerful weapon,
And when people get imprisoned, and even murdered, because of it,
we realise that that is actually true.

Tomorrow the trial against two Swedish reports in Ethiopia starts. They are being charged on grounds of terrorism. They were investigating the current regime and also oil companies in the region. Everyone should take a look at Reporters Without Borders. Without reporters, we become victims of the powerful. Without reporters, there is no one out there fighting for the right to tell the truth, and spread it.

So write about it. Speak about it. Share it.
Thank you, to all reporters out there for doing your job. I am very grateful for it.



The picture is from the organisation PEN, a worldwide association of writers.

Yes please

Home is where the heart is,
the question is,
where is the heart?

Like a day on the beach

Today was a good day,
it's been like the feeling you get from looking at this photo.

It wasn't a special day in any way,
it was just a very good day.

The photo was taken on Christmas Day 2009 at the Tulum ruins in Mexico.

A good day

You know when the wind stops blowing,
the soil dries up,
and the coldness goes away from your cheeks?
When the sun breaks through the clouds,
the fog disappears,
and the air you breath is clean and fresh?
When the silence in the car is relaxing,
the speed is comfortable,
and the friend next to you makes all the difference?

That is what I call a good day.










Photo was taken this September on a trip to the Swedish island of Öland with my dear best friend. Truly one of the best days this summer.

Facts

Somedays life just isn't a walk in the park,
even if you do actually go for a walk in the park.
Or a drive through paradise.

The photo is taken on Isla Cozumel, Mexico. On this particular December day 2009, life actually was a walk in the park. In its truest sense. It wasn't a good day. It was a great day. I long for that day.

Walk

I went for a walk to avoid the silence in my head.
I put in my headphones and turned up the volume,
trying to scare the monsters away.

It didn't really work.
But at least I go some fresh air.