Dagene går for fort
når vi venter på at du skal dra.
Og jeg regner med at de går altfor sakte
når jeg venter på at du skal komme tilbake.

Kristian and Ecuador

We stumble, hand in hand
with the dog in front and the future behind

Alcohol makes the dark a little darker
and the trip a little nicer

The days goes away to fast
when we're awaiting your travelling day
And it will be to slow
while I'm awaiting your return

Poetry by barbeina
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Written on 2008-08-24 at 22:42

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