YOU MAKE ME - WRITTEN BY SIMON FORSBERG
You make me laugh, you make me cry.
You make me sell, you make me buy
You make me fail but at least you make me try
You make me happy, you make me sad
You make me good and you make me mad
You make me everything I am and that's why I love you
You make me, You make me...what can I make you?
Namn? Göte Simon André Forsberg
Smeknamn? Stig-Helmer, Foppa, Floppen, Enigmaniac,
Göte, Zomis, Petrus, Moonlight Flower, Stitch...
Uppväxt? i Strömstad (9 mil norr om Uddevalla)
Född? 22 september 1986 i Uddevalla kl 00.17
Stjärntecken? Jungfru
Hemsida? http://www.zomis.net
Tycker om? Min "syster", blåbärspaj, snickerdoodle, rabarberpaj, äppelkram!
Hon sluter ögonen och andas, varför jag? Orden upprepas i hennes tankar. Gulröda löv faller medan hon går på den tomma stigen. Löven ligger som ett täcke, dom nuddar bara marken stillsamt. När hon går så trycks dom ner och blir platta och vissa är så torra att dom går sönder. Precis så som hon kände sig, Nertryckt och tom och sönder. Vinden är kall och det börjar droppa från himlen. Det duggar små tusentals droppar. Hon känner ingenting för allting är så lång borta. En trädgren nuddar hennes arm lätt. En kall rysning går igenom hennes kropp. “Nej.. det här har aldrig hänt, det har aldrig hänt"
- Från "Ljudlös flicka" skriven av Tacitus
Älskar är ordet ni som få har fått höra. Tårarna rann när det hände, hela mitt liv det vände. Han förstörde hela mig tillslut slutade jag att vela. Nu är jag ej smutsig mer och er jag ser och även hos er är. Lova mig.. att tända ett ljus för mig. Nu är jag borta med vinden som aldrig vänder. Orättvist är det som händer
Hon la ner brevet på hennes säng med hennes kors på.
- Från "Ljudlös flicka" skriven av Tacitus
Jag kan inte andas. Luften är alldeles tung och rummet jag sitter i är mörkt, dystert och instängt. Jag vill inte vara ensam och känna mig låg och bortglömd. Min blick riktas mot fönstret och fångar min uppmärksamget åt snön som sakta faller ner, det är första snön som faller, glittrande som kristaller.
- Från "En vacker flicka" skriven av Tacitus
Viktiga Personer (förutom paepke folk):
Emelie - min syster, min rabarberpaj, min snickerdoodle! Rhubarb_tart
Nikki - Helt otroligt underbar flicka som skriver så otroligt bra!!! Tacitus
Adrijan - Min gamla klasskompis, mycket rolig kille som jag spendera det mesta av min högstadie tid med...ganska knäpp, men oerhört go!!!
"Ifall det inte finns något man är beredd att dö för, har man heller ingenting att leva för..."
- Martin Luther King
Strengh through Disciplin
Strengh through Community
Strengh through Action
Don't look back
The time has come
All the pain turns into love
We're not submissive, we're not aggressive
But they think we can't defend
Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive
We have the power to face the future
Cause we are the fighters
Just fighting for our rights
They're accusing, like always without knowing
What is just fiction or what is the truth
They have no mission, they have no passion
But they dare to tell us what's bad and what's good!
Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive
We have the power who'll face the future
Cause we are the fighters
Just fighting for our rights
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem
potestatem
Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive
We have the power who'll face the future
Cause we are the fighters
Just fighting for our rights
Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive!
Ladies and gentlemen, of the class of '99.
Wear Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest
of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind.
You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you
can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind.
The kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees.
You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance.
So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can.
Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get,
the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.
And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable,
politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over
the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
1 Om jag talar både människors och änglars språk, men saknar kärlek, är jag bara ekande brons, en skrälande cymbal.
2 Och om jag har profetisk gåva och känner alla hemligheterna och har hela kunskapen, och om jag har all tro så att jag kan flytta berg, men saknar kärlek, är jag ingenting.
3 Och om jag delar ut allt jag äger och om jag låter bränna mig på bål, men saknar kärlek, har jag ingenting vunnit.
4 Kärleken är tålmodig och god. Kärleken är inte stridslysten, inte skrytsam och inte uppblåst.
5 Den är inte utmanande, inte självisk, den brusar inte upp, den vill ingen något ont.
6 Den finner inte glädje i orätten men gläds med sanningen.
7 Allt bär den, allt tror den, allt hoppas den, allt uthärdar den.
8 Kärleken upphör aldrig. Den profetiska gåvan, den skall förgå. Tungotalet, det skall tystna. Kunskapen, den skall förgå.
9 Ty vår kunskap är begränsad, och den profetiska gåvan är begränsad.
10 Men när det fullkomliga kommer skall det begränsade förgå.
11 När jag var barn talade jag som ett barn, förstod som ett barn och tänkte som ett barn. Men sedan jag blev vuxen har jag lagt bort det barnsliga.
12 Ännu ser vi en gåtfull spegelbild; då skall vi se ansikte mot ansikt. Ännu är min kunskap begränsad; då skall den bli fullständig som Guds kunskap om mig.
13 Men nu består tro, hopp och kärlek, desse tre, och störst av dem är kärleken.
"I'm asking why!...
Why it has to be like this
Please give me an answer
'cause I'm just asking why!...
I'm asking why!...
Why it has to be like this
Why we don't realize
Why we're too blind to see the one
Who's always on our side
I'm asking why!
Why it has to be like this
That the good ones disappear
I'm asking you why!
I'm asking why
Nobody gives an answer
I'm just asking why!..."
"Some day you came
And I knew you were the one
You were the rain, you were the sun
But I needed both, cause I needed you
You were the one
I was dreaming of all my life
When it is dark you are my light
But don't forget
Who's always our guide
It is the child in us"
Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion
Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence
The return to innocence
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny
Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up and use the chance
To return to innocence
That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence
That's a return to innocence
I am hunted by the future
Will the future be my past?
Or is time a fade out picture
Of my everlasting cast?
Love is phasing
Love is moving
To the rhythm of your sight
I get closer
To the crossing point of light
Let us try to live our lost illusions
They're the sun at night
If we don't we'll never taste
The spice of life
And when it seems that we're in a dead end street
There's no reason to cry
Cause we have a helping hand who's always aside
Forever light
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