tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74688200306788663542024-02-07T12:20:40.033-08:00Determined and HappyTom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.comBlogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-51125682798109692692019-11-08T07:40:00.000-08:002019-11-08T07:40:24.857-08:00For lang tid siden<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For lang tid siden Igennem nat og trængsel med et dyb forventnings savn,et savn en længsel hele<br />
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Natten lang.er du hjemme med længsel
Og et stille håb,er du alene,føler du mit håb
Sov og drøm dig til mit bryst,mærker du min varme, høre du min røst.<br />
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Igennem nat og trængsel med troskab uden<br />
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Svigt mit hjerte banker ,den rene kærlighed<br />
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Jeg håber du er min,er du?<br />
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November 7, 2019
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Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-3722501510159706672019-08-20T00:49:00.000-07:002019-08-20T00:49:37.243-07:00Sidde på en bænk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnROm6YFOlw3Z7ZEBQpozZdHjI8GcS35U9aXoVdyE4CFjoDk4YBI4VZcXmnQtYE70qB1zHONGpWLtGDTBMuBpZKbB6Dft-Bt1mzL0N8LU3Gmay_A4TI0bfevNc_xbD8PKPtJM3JNOF3MIB/s1600/friendship-2112623_640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnROm6YFOlw3Z7ZEBQpozZdHjI8GcS35U9aXoVdyE4CFjoDk4YBI4VZcXmnQtYE70qB1zHONGpWLtGDTBMuBpZKbB6Dft-Bt1mzL0N8LU3Gmay_A4TI0bfevNc_xbD8PKPtJM3JNOF3MIB/s320/friendship-2112623_640.jpg" width="320" height="213" data-original-width="640" data-original-height="426" /></a></div> <br><br><center>Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/Westfale-2989123/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=2112623">Westfale</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=2112623">Pixabay</a></center><br><br>
sidde på en bænk føle <br><br>at en dover kat hænger om din hals,<br><br>bløde poter uden klør, <br><br>øjne lige
som smør bilers summen,<br><br>menneskers stemmer i det fjerne. <br><br>katter spinner på mit skød,<br><br>pelsen er så fin og blød. <br><br>mijav ingen nød, katten spinder på mit skød, <br><br>sidde på en bænk Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-49644569098978516062019-07-10T00:58:00.000-07:002019-07-10T01:04:26.523-07:00Den Tid<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7MWtfCRJGxlsliTzIzJoQxEN1OUvgzi5QIWSJUoRqMNg2G1IjbhYiGjawjoK1-FthUj8KOL4p9HVasnF0mRCs2rwOOTQFS4cWo3u_mkYRYixsIjBrBEILWJPT_qRU13S614bPP7ecB6KM/s1600/gothic-2910057__480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7MWtfCRJGxlsliTzIzJoQxEN1OUvgzi5QIWSJUoRqMNg2G1IjbhYiGjawjoK1-FthUj8KOL4p9HVasnF0mRCs2rwOOTQFS4cWo3u_mkYRYixsIjBrBEILWJPT_qRU13S614bPP7ecB6KM/s320/gothic-2910057__480.jpg" width="320" height="235" data-original-width="653" data-original-height="480" /></a></div>
Den tid jeg gav til dig var part af mig, jeg ved ikke om du forstår hvad tid er ,DET ER JO
PART AF OS FOR ALTID IKKE ?
tom dalbyTom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-54988122591077481942019-07-03T04:14:00.001-07:002019-07-03T04:35:17.776-07:00My Friend's Denmark Visit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-53947377903103041122019-06-17T00:45:00.000-07:002019-06-17T00:45:37.009-07:00Friendships<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6dfMccvDXWV9m2fQVBAOOyeoqd2WoNa7dePbXd4t199hR3mTZxXjRP62KgpIL8Qbc6ZAICht1ar5x_4e11zzXz4A4_57tUO13f9cpb4TYAopUJxgtdpzjcdJBIBoa0M_PluL6szeRohJ/s1600/scheming-4273865_1920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6dfMccvDXWV9m2fQVBAOOyeoqd2WoNa7dePbXd4t199hR3mTZxXjRP62KgpIL8Qbc6ZAICht1ar5x_4e11zzXz4A4_57tUO13f9cpb4TYAopUJxgtdpzjcdJBIBoa0M_PluL6szeRohJ/s320/scheming-4273865_1920.jpg" width="320" height="213" data-original-width="1600" data-original-height="1067" /></a></div><center>Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/florentiabuckingham-12776436/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=4273865">florentiabuckingham</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=4273865">Pixabay</a></center>Sometimes to love somebody
Is hard to understand
Because from pass away
As such as my friend.
In your life, you have memories
and pictures which only you
will understand.
But time comes
Where I got older and I want to be
Where I also have to face the time of life.
Most of the time you are not thinking now.
But happiness is always here
As long as you understand living
to be alive with your friends you have now.Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-64600642611305010562019-06-14T08:40:00.000-07:002019-06-14T09:07:26.030-07:00The First Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYCaKiroqVaeFnihwLPJQoPgIODNqVgU1glh0ujWjgZcOVR9uXdxoxjjITIJvwtbm_TFjOqyYnvCmo-3CoNgQwnL85CGs-5v8KBXqGamTlUGgXSMjw57RmaztdZoMOWZBPmdZ_FPkO1yA/s1600/girl-2306831_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYCaKiroqVaeFnihwLPJQoPgIODNqVgU1glh0ujWjgZcOVR9uXdxoxjjITIJvwtbm_TFjOqyYnvCmo-3CoNgQwnL85CGs-5v8KBXqGamTlUGgXSMjw57RmaztdZoMOWZBPmdZ_FPkO1yA/s200/girl-2306831_960_720.jpg" width="133" height="200" data-original-width="480" data-original-height="720" /></a></div><center>Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/Claudio_Scott-4913238/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=2306831">Claudio_Scott</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=2306831">Pixabay</a></center>SpringTime, Summer Time
Is like the time
I met you for the first time.
Your Smile and your wonderful blue eyes
Was such a surprise.
Just to find one like you,
Your lips are like drinking wine
For the first time
Sweet and hard to believe,
In my heart always
In my dreams.
Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-79728782958346324782017-05-01T06:53:00.004-07:002017-05-01T06:57:04.624-07:00Den tid <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_8sI1ExUnPbqMkmTqOPWADFIGH9TJDxxVDDIXKi3AQUpTq0JYSfC_5FtXWyf5oyCKNU_mB2-b1PheiMtRHYB9PcBwmTy-tH1bjXCh85NiaQU-OCRlR58jgEfk59MKywFpTX8vAjCoTjqd/s1600/evening-sky-2179017_640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_8sI1ExUnPbqMkmTqOPWADFIGH9TJDxxVDDIXKi3AQUpTq0JYSfC_5FtXWyf5oyCKNU_mB2-b1PheiMtRHYB9PcBwmTy-tH1bjXCh85NiaQU-OCRlR58jgEfk59MKywFpTX8vAjCoTjqd/s320/evening-sky-2179017_640.jpg" width="320" height="240" /></a></div>Den tid jeg gav til dig var part af mig ,jeg ved du ikke forstår hvad tid er ,det er JO part af os for altid IKKE?
Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-50258628117924776942017-05-01T05:50:00.001-07:002017-05-01T06:52:35.847-07:00Føler du dig trådt en smule forrådt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKN_4jeWA7HGDVJaBtMrPd4FtffcOyQImMA-SJsbVIEb3am4_uls-hwPN1IFl-GXmomDajPZtxDUFHuJqTIvAgigK1uyk4PXt5NElJODvoNdddI89gibd8oZ3wz3wUdtxE_6SzxPNKN48n/s1600/run-917924_640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKN_4jeWA7HGDVJaBtMrPd4FtffcOyQImMA-SJsbVIEb3am4_uls-hwPN1IFl-GXmomDajPZtxDUFHuJqTIvAgigK1uyk4PXt5NElJODvoNdddI89gibd8oZ3wz3wUdtxE_6SzxPNKN48n/s320/run-917924_640.jpg" width="320" height="214" /></a></div>Føler du dig trådt en smule forrådt
Er det eneste i livet kun spot
Så lad dem skrige
Lad dem snerre
Det du skal, lad dem være
Rejs dig fra dyndet, buk dig ej
Kryber du først skal de nok dig vise
Hvem der er størst
Har roserne torne da smid dem ej
Da vil du se at du er den rette vejTom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-39721665831370843522017-05-01T05:48:00.003-07:002017-05-01T06:42:18.285-07:00Gamle mand, hvad var det nu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGSY2DcMeCE0uQYt6282kPYiTMqag9TEj_1Ap3MDHR9G_jmLweW6zsMML60cqB05jF5KGKtH3kkxu1BQgWOR6HdXOBCTC2nkhcy-3qXEc2H4nDOjLNul7Ue6TOfCQ6H261Dk_1OtAz95zd/s1600/autumn-2099059_640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGSY2DcMeCE0uQYt6282kPYiTMqag9TEj_1Ap3MDHR9G_jmLweW6zsMML60cqB05jF5KGKtH3kkxu1BQgWOR6HdXOBCTC2nkhcy-3qXEc2H4nDOjLNul7Ue6TOfCQ6H261Dk_1OtAz95zd/s320/autumn-2099059_640.jpg" width="320" height="186" /></a></div>Gamle mand, hvad var det nu
Lever du
Sover du
Er du som stjerne, der snart vil slukkes
Hvad kan du, hvad må du
Hvad skal du
Leve livet måskeTom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-2296098056283151592017-05-01T05:47:00.004-07:002017-05-01T06:34:32.977-07:00Lille mand på bænken der<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt4IhuanCcLmKnOLXiB-ODnfWiTWKHwafz9hso4a_3ZeexEVLui-lP2I4Vtj9qeTHCWAu0MXK-9P7ePHj61RoslKZaASF-FzrTkxnoFyIkMMbiAOyv30QnTFlHBebMXVq24dMi8HcIwBdT/s1600/homeless-350284_640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt4IhuanCcLmKnOLXiB-ODnfWiTWKHwafz9hso4a_3ZeexEVLui-lP2I4Vtj9qeTHCWAu0MXK-9P7ePHj61RoslKZaASF-FzrTkxnoFyIkMMbiAOyv30QnTFlHBebMXVq24dMi8HcIwBdT/s320/homeless-350284_640.jpg" width="240" height="320" /></a></div>Lille mand på bænken der
Du sidder i regn og slud
Mens folk de ser på din røde tud
Hatten du letter
Undskyld fætter
En krone eller to
Ja den er go.Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-62372547790562581722017-04-27T06:41:00.000-07:002017-04-27T06:41:14.422-07:00De drømme jeg ser er dig<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYhOn1kAtXuPZ2wUAT6oLoiUUtuOLsVT_7qXO-Kg_atKmvhe1_i7e5iVtFYhBgia8U013X0k5GyoxxGo6uqhKUMM2fO0o4XK3-pT9utn8-KhmZyUrMZW776NsSpUMrOR9slbcQ0VuxIbGj/s1600/girl-367450_640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYhOn1kAtXuPZ2wUAT6oLoiUUtuOLsVT_7qXO-Kg_atKmvhe1_i7e5iVtFYhBgia8U013X0k5GyoxxGo6uqhKUMM2fO0o4XK3-pT9utn8-KhmZyUrMZW776NsSpUMrOR9slbcQ0VuxIbGj/s320/girl-367450_640.jpg" width="213" height="320" /></a></div>De drømme jeg ser er dig
De drømme jeg ser er i himmelen
De drømme er når jeg ser dit ansigt
At du er hos mig. Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-38895700172675229002017-04-27T06:27:00.000-07:002017-04-27T06:33:31.122-07:00Your sorrows are in a string<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9N5TFxGt8mHX23aIp0l857tbC5kSqvPX5UrGNvMZiyfljovM0bwW87nvQ-9fLkVEL6cBR-RN0Gqyqtf6QJgVGujawcN5mF-T2DPV41V7KC0VFym-9BbMtfhA4FtdM1N37Mp6Lu-WDS9S8/s1600/dog-2215158_640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9N5TFxGt8mHX23aIp0l857tbC5kSqvPX5UrGNvMZiyfljovM0bwW87nvQ-9fLkVEL6cBR-RN0Gqyqtf6QJgVGujawcN5mF-T2DPV41V7KC0VFym-9BbMtfhA4FtdM1N37Mp6Lu-WDS9S8/s320/dog-2215158_640.jpg" width="320" height="227" /></a></div>Your sorrows are in a string
Because time might not be on your side
I do not want to say farewell
You told me I will see you again
Pictures are always in my mind,
do not ask what time,
but I was there when your tears came down
And in my mind is just your smile for the rest of my life.
Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-30553284747852298482017-04-27T06:08:00.003-07:002017-04-27T06:20:09.622-07:00Kærlighed er som baby bleer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRg9l2tI7gTz7N2gaFDoJ0fGxdTdbcFYk3kNBSuaIqOTZX61X4u8W3Uco1h_HlRvYrpHgcrs0sWTd8bf33sCSvkexqjKcXRKbJQ99qHWZcTYSpWzLZNGdxmdWwRZbXqwYrd5ktNdSjsSAh/s1600/playground-422600_640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRg9l2tI7gTz7N2gaFDoJ0fGxdTdbcFYk3kNBSuaIqOTZX61X4u8W3Uco1h_HlRvYrpHgcrs0sWTd8bf33sCSvkexqjKcXRKbJQ99qHWZcTYSpWzLZNGdxmdWwRZbXqwYrd5ktNdSjsSAh/s320/playground-422600_640.jpg" width="240" height="320" /></a></div>Kærlighed er som baby bleer
Det er ikke hvad der er skidt
Og hvad du ikke ser
Kærligheden er med og uden bleer
For altid jeg elsker dig. Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-50046892235814288532016-09-26T17:41:00.002-07:002016-09-26T17:49:47.766-07:00NÅR KÆRLIGHEDENS ROSER <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvdDN_LqjeXeR3RXIa0iXSIgxozNWw2j83nHokBfxVarLpU45s5BBeNEe0H-DepIYtSAgoBDkYYaAvpj9y07UwoEsJZT5GEPLM_SHoe5aLUPOrTGFpzxQw_WofjZck_GV6ebWPvGNz_mW2/s1600/people-1174496_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvdDN_LqjeXeR3RXIa0iXSIgxozNWw2j83nHokBfxVarLpU45s5BBeNEe0H-DepIYtSAgoBDkYYaAvpj9y07UwoEsJZT5GEPLM_SHoe5aLUPOrTGFpzxQw_WofjZck_GV6ebWPvGNz_mW2/s320/people-1174496_1280.jpg" width="214" height="320" /></a></div><center>Photo Credits: <a href="https://pixabay.com/en/users/stupak_artem-1989144/">stupak_artem</a></center><br>når kærlighedens roser banker på ved du ikke tvilken vej at go, du håber at dine løfter kommer
op at stå. som du tænker det er svært at forstå, tiden også for som du tænker bare en leg
måske???Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-43022867243412030362016-09-26T17:13:00.000-07:002016-09-26T17:17:51.382-07:00 Jeg Skriver Om Mine <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx7yHoZuHcUEb0CsS4ksltn_FO249xdt4SG8cGuM2a0Embr_lBiPySD7q5ww2aIOJjB-JUYzI7dMlvLQHxY3DPUIRgQyG66LQ4uiKzTTiRzuRRBfy23GK1KcH5yf44_uiTYMX2YSYOhXg-/s1600/girl-516341_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx7yHoZuHcUEb0CsS4ksltn_FO249xdt4SG8cGuM2a0Embr_lBiPySD7q5ww2aIOJjB-JUYzI7dMlvLQHxY3DPUIRgQyG66LQ4uiKzTTiRzuRRBfy23GK1KcH5yf44_uiTYMX2YSYOhXg-/s320/girl-516341_960_720.jpg" width="320" height="180" /></a></div><center>Photo Credits: <a href="https://pixabay.com/en/users/EME-240202/">EME</a> </center><br>jeg skriver om mine
venner som du ikke kender, jeg går forbi, men lyset er
slukket. at være der et sted der ikke er mere. så
mange
aftner, med
sang og behag. et leret var truket
ud, der
var vist lysbilleder fra en verden her og nu at sige
forvel,
noget med hjem. for altid i mit sindTom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-77794914889658692612016-09-16T15:02:00.000-07:002016-09-16T15:20:30.287-07:00Den TidDen tid
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Jeg har er min, den tid jeg har er måske din
Jeg smiler
og tar et hvil, tanker flyver, og lander som
lykken vil ha
Mennesker med mange lag lever og hyyger
Sig og lever med velbehag. du tænker
hvilken dag, som tiden kommer, en vinter
står og banker på, i din sjæl er duften at det
grønne græs som du gik tværs på din vej.
som tiden går er der jo en dejlig sommer vi
Skal nå enu en gang. jeg håber det bliver
med en som dig.
Photo Credits: <a href="https://pixabay.com/en/users/brenkee-2021352/">Brenkee</a>Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-54588513134582107272016-09-13T02:34:00.003-07:002016-09-13T02:53:31.788-07:00De drømme<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6-WcUmmuGbfDqm6PisNhSrz_Ee_ATpAKhpfYfey8oQtKjQKKDUpnxY1m-_H6GuYsz5VRKjFtlNOPjLTx-Pm2-ZFovCsjNYWAHaFz-tz2yeAarWm3MfOM8__9WKffpMPd8SLBfobQg_dv/s1600/Starry+Night+-+cocoparisienne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6-WcUmmuGbfDqm6PisNhSrz_Ee_ATpAKhpfYfey8oQtKjQKKDUpnxY1m-_H6GuYsz5VRKjFtlNOPjLTx-Pm2-ZFovCsjNYWAHaFz-tz2yeAarWm3MfOM8__9WKffpMPd8SLBfobQg_dv/s320/Starry+Night+-+cocoparisienne.jpg" width="320" height="188" /></a></div>
Vi havde med tiden,vi så stjernerne på himlen blinke ,en besked
Om livet som vi ikke kunne finde, lå gemt et sted som vi ikke vidste.hver
Dag kan være en glædens dag det er op til dig, at forstå hver stjerne på himlen hvad den siger til dig .
Tom dalby 24/8-2016
<p>Photo Credits: <a href="https://pixabay.com/en/users/cocoparisienne-127419/">cocoparisienne</a> </p>Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-45906602255804776832015-06-16T23:19:00.003-07:002016-09-16T15:17:57.524-07:00Den kærlighed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FMH6Kjs0CB1WVrL1fr827fsE2LL9z-lBPU8TCL-CgZRvsjoVeKb97DpO3zHtExptGt4PO4W49s6v-90eIRrgcGvZMfIy_QOIIe5Q_ywsUyBG62VsPwVgdndOAo_Z-IoDKNwEUMioVHKq/s1600/mother-962629_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FMH6Kjs0CB1WVrL1fr827fsE2LL9z-lBPU8TCL-CgZRvsjoVeKb97DpO3zHtExptGt4PO4W49s6v-90eIRrgcGvZMfIy_QOIIe5Q_ywsUyBG62VsPwVgdndOAo_Z-IoDKNwEUMioVHKq/s320/mother-962629_1280.jpg" width="320" height="213" /></a></div>
Den kærlighed jeg gav dig var ikke bare for et kort minut men for resten af mit liv ,jeg er ked af du ikke forstod hvor kort livet er, en dreng på bare otte havde fået en sort
sky på hjernen han vidste ikke hvilken vej hans liv ville gå kun hans mor holde hans hånd til det sidste svært at tage toget alene hjem uden ham .så svært at forstå når man
ser filmen .
Photo Credits: <a href="https://pixabay.com/en/users/Jedidja-837884/">Jedidja</a>Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-23407303655670003712013-10-03T01:54:00.002-07:002016-09-16T15:31:16.867-07:00 Jeg Skriver Om Mine Venner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjBp6S0AkYNMi_3pT5UCUs1cUgP9F2S_M6GgdfZs82n__kSit-4GYl43UFhTTS-3Vf2qax3Ob0Wt_eOSjfFZ3-7Q11MaY36D9QqVdqgd1dOL_hAPk6MG5u6yDwzjmoaN2GbPN1ep3JIa2s/s1600/friends-581753_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjBp6S0AkYNMi_3pT5UCUs1cUgP9F2S_M6GgdfZs82n__kSit-4GYl43UFhTTS-3Vf2qax3Ob0Wt_eOSjfFZ3-7Q11MaY36D9QqVdqgd1dOL_hAPk6MG5u6yDwzjmoaN2GbPN1ep3JIa2s/s320/friends-581753_1280.jpg" width="320" height="213" /></a></div>
jeg skriver om mine venner som du ikke kender ,jeg går forbi ,men lyset er slukket .at være der et sted der ikke er mere.så mange aftner,med
sang og behag.et leret var truket ud,der var vist lysbilleder fra en verden her og nu at sige forvel ,noget med hjem .for altid i mit sind
Photo Credits: <a href="https://pixabay.com/en/users/vivienviv0-671182/">Vivienviv0</a>
Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-47406882354029959552013-05-28T04:20:00.003-07:002013-05-29T09:37:59.414-07:00Edvard Munch Maleri Ejet af Tom Dalby<iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aeBvC6oTEsQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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Edvard Munch (12. december 1863 – 23. januar 1944) var en norsk maler og en af de tidlige repræsentanter for ekspressionismen. Han var brodersøn af Peter Andreas Munch.<br />
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Blandt hans mest kendte malerier er Skriget (Skrik), og temaet angst indgik i mange af hans malerier. Over halvdelen af hans værker er på Munch-museet i Oslo.<br />
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<a href="http://da.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edvard_Munch">http://da.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edvard_Munch</a>Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-51632714796333991932013-05-28T03:59:00.001-07:002013-05-28T03:59:26.244-07:00Karneval i København<iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RPagz6JPlVU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-40958054317065711852013-05-22T03:30:00.004-07:002016-09-16T16:12:09.012-07:00De to venner
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SmSZH0NmLP7Wt6kihGuzoj4m0GaMQSgIr3uhKg3Gt5MRLWJMq7sU6tYHyWQDjuoQeh9w9w1Mu3pI8qttEFDCF1U1mbWRRcikcqkqdndrSm8PtSE0fb8xHboOUWrNPoG2Tk1bgPdXu5vP/s1600/dog-1098809_640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SmSZH0NmLP7Wt6kihGuzoj4m0GaMQSgIr3uhKg3Gt5MRLWJMq7sU6tYHyWQDjuoQeh9w9w1Mu3pI8qttEFDCF1U1mbWRRcikcqkqdndrSm8PtSE0fb8xHboOUWrNPoG2Tk1bgPdXu5vP/s320/dog-1098809_640.jpg" width="320" height="213" /></a></div>Photo Credits: <a href="https://pixabay.com/en/users/BIKERSZONE-1790316/">BIKERSZONE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg214__-sInQe4u0I2i7gb2lIhDe5Yyg8k9eJAmXRLhV0oTJktyXzBZGYaMGq-shNiry8auEEhd1kRWXaSyXzhGHuX60-RqN84c_-osQHEVrOMW1VAX4WoNJKnXR-uy_JE7AyWNYP6OLLrk/s1600/alcohol-428392_640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg214__-sInQe4u0I2i7gb2lIhDe5Yyg8k9eJAmXRLhV0oTJktyXzBZGYaMGq-shNiry8auEEhd1kRWXaSyXzhGHuX60-RqN84c_-osQHEVrOMW1VAX4WoNJKnXR-uy_JE7AyWNYP6OLLrk/s200/alcohol-428392_640.jpg" width="200" height="133" /></a></div>Photo Credits: <a href="https://pixabay.com/en/users/jarmoluk-143740/">jarmoluk</a></a><p></p> De to venner,som jeg kender ,fulde ,meget fulde den ene havde verdens dejligste hund,en dobberman som
altid om morgen når jeg kom fik jeg et kys.lyset var slukket af værket ,så der var tændt starinlys
og der blev drukket .hvad der skete den dag ingen glemmer ,da der gik ild i lejligheden.disse
fullerikkere ,med ild i tøjet løb for livet .i hast og de løb for at rede deres skin.brændmændene kom
og hvad fandt de ,ja den stakkels hun ,jeg gad vide om hunde også kommer i himlen
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Photo Credits: <a href="https://pixabay.com/en/users/tpsdave-12019/">Tpsdave</a>Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-24089413824282326712013-05-21T23:37:00.000-07:002016-09-16T16:20:25.238-07:00ALTILG STOPPEDE
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJat1y65PPgrR3XXVN0Byzf4sKwm1ESkZq3-rQ-TR-xUSgJoHdFzEgMz708wUt5VX7lVf1y1s-9CKPbEikRClQsFiKa06QhuknZQ6iPqi693TelGxsmW1c93yoBlxhIjRm06lolnu0iZO_/s1600/road-1610959_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJat1y65PPgrR3XXVN0Byzf4sKwm1ESkZq3-rQ-TR-xUSgJoHdFzEgMz708wUt5VX7lVf1y1s-9CKPbEikRClQsFiKa06QhuknZQ6iPqi693TelGxsmW1c93yoBlxhIjRm06lolnu0iZO_/s320/road-1610959_1280.jpg" width="320" height="206" /></a></div><center>Photo Credits: <a href="https://pixabay.com/en/users/Skitterphoto-324082/">Skitterphoto</a></center><p></p> Alting stoppede med et brag,hvad du vilde var thu-hej .hvad jeg vilde ha var kun dig og kun dig.Alting
stoppede med et brag ,hvad du vilde var ikke for mig,for du ikke kunne se hvad der vilde ske.dine
venner var begyndt at le ,uden at se den store fare,det sidste du så var en hare springe for livet ,det
det var givet.
Alting stoppede med et brag.hvad du vilde var thu-hej ,nej du ramte et træ,Alting stoppede med et
brag.Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-35702575541328860502013-05-21T23:36:00.001-07:002016-09-16T16:29:17.139-07:00SÅ MANGE
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoyg0tk73R38OMfSmuHd2QHNUsOl9h0OVVw0DdosHObPvboK-fmpyOaDZx7h1nbW7bD9SXv4HwJj3khoRRLEM878TVS-KMylTW29kadRMyDYJEKW2-qp9QQoL5rpao9LY0OhgUm2DH2aiV/s1600/restaurant-690975_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoyg0tk73R38OMfSmuHd2QHNUsOl9h0OVVw0DdosHObPvboK-fmpyOaDZx7h1nbW7bD9SXv4HwJj3khoRRLEM878TVS-KMylTW29kadRMyDYJEKW2-qp9QQoL5rpao9LY0OhgUm2DH2aiV/s320/restaurant-690975_1280.jpg" width="320" height="211" /></a></div><center>Photo Credits: <a href="https://pixabay.com/en/users/Unsplash-242387/">Unsplash</center><p></p></a> Så mange minder i din hånd ,for du var en lille trold .nu er spørgsmålet om du har kontrold med dit
liv .så mange bånd er knækket ,svært at forstå,hvad kan du nå for tiden er kort al for kort .jeg spøger
mig selv,hvem er dine venner ,du så ,uden min viden Tom Dalbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749168041124226931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468820030678866354.post-40934045976409197732013-05-17T13:09:00.001-07:002016-09-16T16:37:52.474-07:00Ja! Solen Skinner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq3t-UgOOBD_PbD8XqUh0M2HjF6rZtlMaL6mKYn5D3czBPHUaxrDxgJYi3bzWIGbcX9vUEV420WKAhAIk6aydMU0BwsyjLZpQ_jcO6se9BP7CMHMJBOTa0gJvTcIS_OCGphZA_U0Fd2sbp/s1600/curtain-399497_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq3t-UgOOBD_PbD8XqUh0M2HjF6rZtlMaL6mKYn5D3czBPHUaxrDxgJYi3bzWIGbcX9vUEV420WKAhAIk6aydMU0BwsyjLZpQ_jcO6se9BP7CMHMJBOTa0gJvTcIS_OCGphZA_U0Fd2sbp/s320/curtain-399497_1280.jpg" width="320" height="213" /></a></div><center>Photo Credits: <a href="https://pixabay.com/en/users/Jing-48262/">Jing</a> <p></p></center>Ja! solen skinner,selv bag gardinerne jeg har støvet af og der er frisk luft her på skuden,selv om
der var en der slap en ,den hængerstadig i gardinerne ,men jeg er ikke bange da det var ikke min
prut ,nu har jeg åbnet skuffen,så lad os se om den ikke kan finde vej,så kan vi jo bare lade den ud
hvis vi får udbudne gæster,man ved jo aldrig .
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