Direktlänk till inlägg 9 mars 2009
Hittade den här dikten för många år sedan. Den dedikerar jag min ömma moder och alla andra sköna tanter... Den finns på svenska och heter "När jag blir gammal", men det är nåt visst med orginal....
Dikt av Dorothy Parker.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other peoples' gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickles for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
VA TRÅKIGT ALLT ÄR! Trött, grinig och less på allt! KAN det bero på vädret?? NÄHÄÄÄÄ.... Little Miss Sunshine, where are you??!! ...
Igår gjorde jag nåt som jag trodde att jag skulle ångra. En kompis med svart bälte i karate tog med mig som tesperson på sitt kick-pass. Han behövde en otränad 50-åring. Att jag inte dog! Nog var det kick alltid. En rejäl spark i baken at...
Innan simningen; migrän. Under simningen; ingen migrän. Efter simningen; migrän. Jag får bo i en bassäng! ...
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