Tag Archives: Varia

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Soon the angels will land .[embedded content] Forget devilry and malice Forget everything I’ve done out of spite I love you so deeply … Soon the angels will land Soon the morning is ablaze Do I dare say that we have each other Do you dare lay your cheek in my hand

Mästarnas mästare har gått ur tiden En svensk fotbollslegendar har gått ur tiden. Zlatan i all ära, men för mig kommer alltid den här grabben att vara nummer ett. Bosse Larsson (1944-2023) spelade 16 säsonger i MFF. Han vann sex SM-guld och toppade skytteligan vid tre tillfällen. 1965 gjorde han 28 mål på 22 matcher. Bosse var — precis som yours truly — uppvuxen på Rosendalsvägen på Backarna i Malmö. Han sörjs av hela Malmö.

Historiska vingslag i Lund (personal) Idag när jag hjälpte vår yngsta dotter att efter nio år i Malmö flytta tillbaka till Lund fann jag till min förvåning att huset hon skulle flytta in i på Stora Magle Kyrkogata var gamla Historiska Institutionen. Huset som jag besökte ett otal gånger i mitten på 70-talet när jag läste tre betyg i historia har tydligen blivit omgjort till bostadshus. Jag har bara trevliga minnen därifrån — inte minst uppskattade lärare...

The greatest of them all .[embedded content] This live performance remains unequalled to this day. As Luciano Pavarotti once said: “Don´t compare me with Jussi Björling. I`m only human.”

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Beware the Gray Ghost [embedded content] For my daughter Tora and son David — with whom, when they were just little kids, yours truly spent hours and hours watching this​ series (now available on Netflix) back in the 1990s. You were my heroes then. You still are.

‘These brothers and sisters of mine’ This one is for you — all you sons and daughters struggling to survive in wars or forced to flee your homes and risking your lives. [embedded content] Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’...

When great souls die Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened … And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed. Maya Angelou In loving memory of...