26. april

Det er da 4 utrolige, lange, fantastiske, varme dager igjen til meg, Yasmin, har pustet gjennom lungene (og av og til gjennom nesen, sant Kamilla) i 18 hele år.

Vi hadde fremføring av vår kreative tekst i engelsken. Jeg skrev et dikt om morfar og kalte det for Nooredin. For det var det han het. So here it is.

Nooredin

By Yassi

You were my superhero
You were my faith
You were my passion for life
You were my strength

You could bite your own ears without breaking a sweat
You could carry four watermelons without using your muscles
You could earn respect from anyone just with showing your smile
You could work day and night and still come home in a good mood

I love you with all my heart
I love you with every breath
I love you with every bone in my body
I love you with every thought of mine

I feel you in the wind
I feel you in the sky
I feel you in the trees
I feel you within every mile

I see you in the stars
I see you in the super marked
I see you in the dark
I see you in every way

I know you’re still here
I know you still see
You will never be gone to me
As long as I shall live

I can hear your voice still as clear as yesterday
I regret every moment I didn’t spend with you
You were always so far away
But yet so close

I wish I could feel your skin
I wish I could touch your baldy hair
I wish I could see the funny faces you made
I wish I could see the tattoo on you shoulder
Just one last time

I curse the sky for taking you away
I curse the flowers for not letting me see you
I curse the water, but most of all
I curse myself

I curse myself for being selfish
I curse myself for being stupid
I curse myself for taking to much time
To say goodbye