When I watch you sleep…

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A love song…

about dogs? No…

but I have chosen sleeping dogs for the visual part of the video, because the song is about the lover watching his sleeping beloved and thinks about her beauty and the ever increasing love he feels.

We have many dogs here and during the hour of siesta they take the most improbable posutres. Aren’t they all nice?

I have never thought that one day I would like – or love – dogs. But the most improbable things happen in this world. Like this love of mine…

In the garden

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The garden, where he waits to have cofee, waits for her as well, to enter, so it may regain the feeling of summer, warmth, fragrance and beautiful colours, even when winter is close…

There is summer where there is love.

 

 

 

The lyrics, la letra:

In the garden the flowers show colours of grey Where are you to give them back colour’s so gay slowly slowly leaves are falling to the ground Soflty swirling to the moist earth all around In the garden the flowers show colours of grey Where are you to give them back colour’s so gay slowly slowly leaves are falling to the ground Soflty swirling to the moist earth all around In the garden the flowers show colours of Grey

En el jardín, las flores muestran colores de gris ¿Dónde estás para devolverles el color feliz lento, lentamente las hojas caen al suelo Suave dando vueltas hacia la tierra húmeda alrededor En el jardín, las flores muestran colores de gris ¿Dónde estás para devolverles el color feliz lento, lentamente las hojas caen al suelo Suave dando vueltas hacia la tierra húmeda alrededor En el jardín, las flores muestran colores de gris

You’re my garden’s water, sun and light Your fragrance lingers on in my mind You’re my garden’s water, sun and light Your fragrance lingers on in my mind On my mind , Your love sweet summer vine Sweet vine, sweet vine, Sweet summer vine, from the coffee in my cup the steam rises hot at the garden’s end the dogs bark a lot slowly slowly leaves are falling to the ground Soflty swirling to the moist earth all around In the garden the flowers show colours of grey

Eres el agua, el sol y la luz de mi jardín Tu fragancia persiste en mi mente Eres el agua, el sol y la luz de mi jardín Tu fragancia persiste en mi mente En mi mente, tu amor dulce vino de verano Vino dulce, vino dulce, vino dulce verano, del café en mi taza, el vapor sube caliente al final del jardín los perros ladran mucho lento, lentamente las hojas caen al suelo Suave dando vueltas hacia la tierra húmeda alrededor En el jardín, las flores muestran colores de gris

When will the back door feel your shadow extend, When will the door knob turn in your beautiful hand? There is a hush the time is standing still, Without you life a still life picture is for me. O do come and have your coffee with me and the flies I chase with my hand away, for the dogs I throw their balls of slime so they don’t disturb begging cookies all the time. slowly slowly leaves are falling to the ground Soflty swirling to the moist earth all around In the garden the flowers show colours of grey

¿Cuándo la puerta trasera sentirá tu sombra extenderse? ¿Cuándo la manivela de la puerta girará en tu mano hermosa? Hay un silencio, el tiempo se detiene, Sin ti la vida es una imagen de naturaleza muerta para mí. Ven y toma tu café conmigo y las moscas queaporreo con mi mano para los perros tiro las bolas asquerosos para que no molesten mendiccando todo el tiempo lento, lentamente las hojas caen al suelo Suave dando vueltas hacia la tierra húmeda alrededor En el jardín, las flores muestran colores de gris

You are here and the roses are redder now, with your presence the lilies white like snow, with your smile the sky more blue than ever it’s your sun that lets me burn in fever, your lips are flashing in raspberry red Your skirt the envy of every flower bed. without you this picture’s a dull canvass screen And pure magic now as never ever was seen , never leave this frame where we both belong in Let us paint in all Colors, we’re the paint and the Screen. slowly slowly leaves are falling to the ground Soflty swirling to the moist earth all around In the garden the flowers show colors so gay…

Estás aquí y las rosas están más rojas ahora con tu presencia los lirios son blancos como la nieve con tu sonrisa el cielo es más azul que nunca es tu sol el que me deja quemar con fiebre tus labios están brillando en rojo frambuesa Tu falda es la envidia de cada arriate. sin ti esta quadro es una pantalla aburrida Y la magia pura ahora como nunca se ha visto nunca sale de este marco en el que pertenecemos los dos Déjenos pintar en todos los colores, somos la pintura y la pantalla lenta y lentamente las hojas caen al suelo Suave dando vueltas hacia la tierra húmeda alrededor En el jardín, las flores muestran colores tan gay …

The Constitution

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Can a country prevent a part of it, a Region (e.g. Catalunya), to detach itself from it, to become independent? Is this democracy to let people vote for a government in their region and when they vote for a process leading to independence, apply an article of the constitution that allows  to remove this regional government and take over control by the central government? So it happened in Spain. Now the separatists partly sit in jail and others have fled to Belgium. New elections shall take place in 21 of Dec. What if the separatists get again Majority?

Should real democracy not be to let the Region vote and decide their future, without restrictions, without the threat of a golpe de estado by the central government? Or should the Separatist movement, who openly declare their goal to become an Independent state, a Republic, not be declared unconstitutional and therefore be prohibited?

In my opinion the constitution and the politics of the central government are hypocritical. To solve the real problem and change the constitution is a no-go for them.

New problems are programmed. The separatists of Catalunya cannot be suppressed and flushed down the toilet…

Dia de la Cruz, The Day of the Cross

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Many celebrate this day, the Day of the Cross, in South America, Mexico and Spain, at the third of May. But who really knows why? What is the Background of These celebrations?I have written the knowledge about it into a song.

Helena, the mother of the Roman emperor Constantine went to the Palestine and found the cross. She brought it to Rome. Constantine turned Christinan and made Christianity the Religion of the empire. That is a feat to celebrate, isnt it? I was there at the celebrations in Granada.