baglady

Jag var på dåligt humör efter jobbet idag. Satte mig ner vid en bänk och väntade på tåget hem. Framför mig hade jag en jättevacker solnedgång. Jag tittade på den men sjönk snabbt ner i mina tankar igen. Tankar om hur mycket jag ogillar hur vissa personer beter sig. Och hur arg jag blir på dem.

Min kompis från Kenya rekommenderade denna låt för snart två år sen och jag kan fortfarande inte sluta lyssna på den. Jag förstår inte texten. Men jag tror den handlar om kärlek och svek, som alla andra låtar.



Stay blessed
BagLady

Just nu skulle jag vilja blunda och lyssna på musik och le och dansa.

Precis som hon gör.

 

 

There's a piece of me that belongs to you.

A piece of me that beats for you.

And a piece of me that is

possessed by you.

 

There's another piece of me that is constantly in need of you

And one that comes to life only by the company of you

Another piece that only awakes

to live for you.

 

There's a piece inside of me that has grown weary from the love it holds for you,

and another aching piece that screams to be heard by you.

There's a piece of me that knows only you,

and one last piece that won't sparkle to want anyone else

unless it is the venomous life potion

that is you.

 

Those are ten shattered pieces of me that come together as a heart that beats with a sound of an echo for you.

Ten pieces of a broken heart that try each day to unite so they can form a bigger solid piece that could beat as one unit for you.

Those are scattered pieces of me that are helplessly seeking to be reassembled by you,

pieces that are bitterly

and yet utterly

in mad love with you.

 

 

By Rana Joda

 

It was the time of dark night
The palm trees where only visible in the moon light

There she was, a girl dancing in the middle of the arena
Looking like the number one prima ballerina

Her earrings were big and made of gold
Indeed not everyone got the chance of her body to hold

But when she whines she would let HIM come up behind her
No other would have been better
A perfect King to her crown
The sweat made her soft skin glance
Her arms, raised to the sky, had the perfect tone of light brown

And if the two of them wanted, they would be tight
All night
Even until the first sign of morning light

They all looked when she moved her hips fast,
And they thought her body wouldn’t last
Then all of the sudden she would stop
And do it all again,
but this time slow
Cause the room was filled with the vibes of reggae and calypso


Old Poem By BagLady, inspired by Collie Buddz - Mamacita