I Had a Visit

Vaccinius ™ · Pour Madel (*)

[Intro]
Petite tasse sur la table
Tes cheveux dans le matin
Tu souris
Tout devient stable
Tout le reste un peu plus loin

[Verse 1]
On traverse la vieille place
Tes pas glissent sur les pavés
Je fais semblant que je me lasse
Pour cacher que je suis happé
Tes doigts serrent un vieux carnet
Taché d’encre
Rempli de nous
Chaque page comme un secret
Que tu me confies à demi-mot
Tout doux

[Chorus]
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi

[Verse 2]
Tu plantes des rires au jardin
Entre deux rangées de regrets
Tu dis “on verra bien demain”
Et le ciel change de projet
Une tâche de farine au nez
Quand tu cuisines pour deux
J’en oublie tous mes rendez-vous
Juste pour rester là
Près d’eux

[Chorus]
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi

[Bridge]
Madel
Quand tout se brouille
Quand les jours tombent de travers
Tu remets droit mes épaules
Tu recouds le bout de mon verre
Madel
Dans le silence
On entend ton cœur qui bat
C’est la seule vraie évidence
Que je veux suivre pas à pas


[Chorus]
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi
Il ya blé et de camomille
Et cerise
Dans esprit-de-chez moi
Mais le vrai et le clair fille offre le plus beau pour moi

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Come On

Be kind, to Vladimir Putin. He has been killed twice, by torture. Why? What is his assets? How big is his imperium? How many are they there, who are still wolves? What can he do, if those still want to suppress me? What can he order? Anyhow?

Russian is not Russian, as Norwegian is not Norwegian. I welcome the Russian. I want no tensed relationship. I want to take away the radars surveying the Northern Fleet, and I wish to welcome any visit from the east. I cannot get it why in Norway there are no Russian goods. I want peace. And, from throughout Europe, from Germany, from France, from the Netherlands, from Bosnia, and from Switzerland, one wants to kill me? What is the deal?

The Russian has stated, the “Russian world” is in war. Years ago. I don’t want the Russian to be in war with me. I want to love my neighbour. What is your problem? The North Fleet? One old air craft carrier? Come on … To put one’s finger in the dirt is a way to be grounded, and I ask you to do. I want a railway, in Norway, to the north to show the Russian I am friendly. Is this a case? Worth killing for? Come to your senses, and address your own fall.

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Truth And Justice

It is futile, all right, to try to persuade the evil one to believe in truth and justice. If so oriented, there is no hope. So, that is not my intention, with this blog post. I just want to sort something out.

Truth is the preposition of life. When the Word came to the world, by Adam, by Odin, by Uranos, or whatever, man became conscious things matter. Adam was the one seeing manner develops from this. He was the one quality oriented, and he was chosen, by God.

Any people, though, grasped the difference between “me” and “you”. And “I” cannot succeed without ownership. So, stealing is not good. Lying is not good. And killing is not good. If you kill, you will be killed yourself. There are rules.

Without truth, there is no development. There is no starting point, there is no way to prosper.

Justice in the carnal being is the wonder of Jesus Christ. Justice is the preposition of the civilized society. By justice, anyone may find purpose in the collective being, and by justice anyone can be respected. If court, as in our days, is degenerated to corruption, and the girl is degenerated to prostitution, no love there will be for the common, and man will adhere to powers of weaponry.

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