Seg måndag

Jag hade svårt att somna inatt. (Note to self: Inget kaffe efter 16.00) Detta har då resulterat i att denna dag går i trötthetens tecken.. Men men, i min värld är lack of sleep ingenting nytt.

Dagens uppmaning: Kolla in Ramin och Farzads blogg, som finns här. It's really good.

Dagens poesi kommer från fantastiske Edgar Allan Poe:

Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were---I have not seen
As others saw---I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I loved alone.
Then---in my childhood---in the dawn
Of a most stormy life---was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold---
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by---
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.