I make myself the same question my dear friend Mick once did to his Angie...

I found this pic on google...isn't it beautiful ?

Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried
Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said good-bye?
Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear:
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?

Oh, Angie, don't you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it time we said good-bye?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, I still love you, baby
Ev'rywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman( man , in this case) that comes close to you
Come on Baby, dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie, they can't say we never tried



This Rolling Stones song describes some thoughts of mine .
One trying alone can't really go any far . Loving Angie seems not to be enough, cause my Angie seems to own a distant heart, a distant mind, a distant soul, and very distant plans . Way distant .
Angie seems to be very indifferent , giving me the impression that these clouds will never desappear . I guess Angie wouldn't lead us any farther from here . I mean nowhere .
Angie doesn't show any exitement, never express too much feelings, and hardly any share some personal thoughts or point of view. Angie don't seem to dream at all .
Angie's foot look just like trees' roots attached to the underground . Angie doesn't realize time is getting short, and that the land is getting dry .
Angie seems to be a northern kind of flower that will never bloom. A kind of dove that will never fly away .
Sorry if one of these days I might not be able to wait anymore. I've been feeling my wings are growing they by day, and soon they won't fit this little iron cage anymore . One of these days I'll have to spread them all over this big world .

That's Marie Fredriksson...one of my best friends .

I've always wished to meet up Marie to talk some time...cause sometimes I get the impression she sings about everything about me, my feelings and thoughts .
This swedish singer may not know...but she has always been one of my best friends . Even though I've never seen her .
That's some of her Roxette's songs that pretty much how I'm feeling right now .

"And I fill the bedroom with silent visions of rain. And I paint the morning with echoes from pleasure in pain. I don't want to touch emotions, I just got to run away. Electric blue like oceans, wild like lovers sway. And I seal the pillow and shatter dreams down the hall. And I hang the heartache like pictures on the wall. Can you hear the sound of angels they're playing hurting games? Well, I'm a stranger when I'm leaving, I was a stranger when I came. "

" In the coldest time of year, Darkness all around my heart. I was alone but didn't fear To wander in the light of stars. In the bright and silent night, Winds would knock and disappear. Still I felt the feeling near, Like the first time you were ever here. You're so far away, So far away, You left me, You told me you would stay. You never said goodbye And I'll keep asking why, I keep on asking how, Oh come unto me now. I have breathed the morning air, I have heard the four winds blow. I was weary but prepared to follow Down this lonely road. In the room where lovers sleep, Winds would knock and disappear. Still I felt the music near, Like the first time we were ever here. You're so far away, So far away, You left me, You told me you would stay. You never said goodbye And I keep wondering why, I keep on wondering how... "

"In a time where the sun descends alone
I ran a long long way from home
To find a heart that's made of stone
...
Every time I see you oh I try to hide away
But when we meet it seems I can't let go
Every time you leave the room I feel I'm fading like a flower

Tell me why
When I scream there's no reply
When I reach out there's nothing to find
When I sleep I break down and cry

Every time I see you oh I try to hide away
But when we meet it seems I can't let go
Every time you leave the room I feel I'm fading like a flower

Fading like a rose
Fading like a rose
Beaten by the storm
Talking to myself
Getting washed by the rain
It's such a cold cold town..." "Oh, I get up and make myself some coffee
I try to read a bit but the story's too thin
Then I thank the Lord above
That you're not there to see me
In this shape I'm in

Spending my time
Watching the days go by
Feeling so small
I stare at the wall
Hoping that you think of me too
I'm spending my time..."

"But to wish you'd think about me before you go to sleep
And I wish you the best there is before you go to sleep.

There are tears without the colour
A million seas with water
An ocean full of people where shattered hearts can go.

And love's a golden ripple where answers are so simple
But the explanations are very hard to do.

And I wish you'd think about me before you go to sleep..."

"I wish I could fly
Out in the blue
Over this town
Following you
I'd fly over rooftops
The great boulevards
To try to find out
Who you really are
Who you really are

I wish I could fly now...

"Beautiful things
Like leaves on a tree
Beautiful things
The sky and the sea
Since you've been gone
No beautiful things
Seem beautiful to me

Is there someone I can talk to?
Someone out there on the line?
Does anybody want to hear
What's on my mind? "

"I was alone
I told my mouth to shut up cos I was talking to myself
like I always do when I'm stuck
Well, I was crying
You could be crying too
I was screaming throungh the window, I keep missing you
And the tears came down from the sky
And the rain feel hard on my eyes..."

"We're very much the same, you and I.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
Still waiting to get hurt, time after time.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
When love lies in our hands, we run away and hide.
And I can't help but wonder why.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye..."

"The mornin' comes and you're reaching out for me
just like everything's the same
and I let myself believe things are gonna change.
When you kiss my mouth and you hold my body close,
do you wonder who's inside?
Maybe there's no way we could feel each other's pain.
Tell me why it gets harder to know where I stand.
I guess loneliness found a new friend, here I am

You don't understand me...

You don't understand me, my dreams or the things I believe in..."

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life...

"And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I will be...yeah

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why, why, why
Can't it be, can't it be mine..." ( Pearl Jam )

I hope the sun never goes down .

"I can't light no more of your darkness
All my pictures seem to fade to black and white
I've grown tired and time stands still before me
Frozen here on the ladder of my life

It's much too late to save myself from falling...
But you misread my meaning when I met you
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light

Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself it's always someone else
I see I just allowed a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

I can't find, oh, the right romantic line
See me once and see the way I feel
Don't discard me, baby don't
Just because you think I mean you harm...

Oh, Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself it's always someone else
I see I just allowed a fragment of your life to wander free
Cause' losing everything is like the sun going down on me " ( Elton John, George Michael )

ps: It's amazing how some songs have the power to describe exactly what we feel .

Just a fool .

" So though the heartaches remain
I'll do my crying in the rain

Raindrops falling from heaven
Will never wash away my misery
But since we're not together
I'll wait for stormy weather
To hide these tears I hope you'll never see

Someday when my crying's done
I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun
I may be a fool

But till then, darling, you'll never see me complain
I'll do my crying in the rain..." ( A-Ha )

Guess I'm a little portion of Sunday ice cream .

Studying too much may cause a big brain damage . It may spoil your soul . It may break your heart . It may turn you into a boring lonely human . Sometimes I wonder if all the misunderstandings and relationships' break ups has to do with some unconsciouness desire to move on to a different life .

I see everyone fading away, like cars desappearing on the horizon, and though I still can see them, I cannot hear anything, destracted on my own thoughts . Lively loud distant thoughts , and visions of a colorful brand new world . Pleasant or not . A world that my dearest friends, that I have been knowing for so long, won't probably fit in or have the interest to make part of . At least not now .

I see a long stairway that lies up ahead, and I don't see any known face in the crowd . I've been feeling like I'm in a big bank line . You know everyone is there for different reasons, and no matter what's this reason, it's all about money . No matter if you are a whore instead of a priest. Doesn't really matter the fact that you wish fucking one per day, though you don't drink or smoke .

Doesn't really matter that getting your heart cracked down by an asshole teenager made of you a well succeded business woman that fires one thousand honest men from a big industry . Doesn't matter if you regret your drug addiction destroyed many families, including yours . Doesn't matter that all your patience and help were not enough to save someone from commiting suicide . Doesn't matter if your cousin calls you a murderer for forgetting that you took care from your grandma about ten years though you missed only one hospital day .

Doesn't matter that you hate kids but choosed marrying a man to realize later that he has hidden for of them from you . Doesn't matter if you vote a perfect President that after few months sent your only child to some Middle-East war . Doesn't matter that you studied so hard even though you knew there wouldn't be any job for you . Doesn't really matter if you are a fat girl that starved in an African diet to get thin and still there's no one for you . Doesn't matter that you wish being a singer but singing in the Church group never really developed your terrible voice.

Doesn't really matter that you are a doctor that saved many though there'll be none youth pill to fool death when it comes . Doesn't matter if you are happy or sad . Just like the bankline, it's all about life , and your life it's only your business , though all of us may have a common , and maybe universal worry, about the Dow Jones ups and downs . All I mean is that I'm not sure if I miss what I used to be or not, but I really think I've never been too much different than this .

Guess if I could choose which week's day I'd like to be, it would probably be Sunday( I'm very similar to it ). I've always been swering sundays for being so boring...even though it has an ice cream name . I wish to be a Sunday ice cream - a good portion for only 1 person .

Can you please serve me in little portions ?