01.apr.2011
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
Photo: Guro Storskjær
Lyrics: Nancy Sinatra





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01.apr.2011 kl.12:28
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Nina Merethe - Photography
01.apr.2011 kl.12:32
Lise
01.apr.2011 kl.12:33
Anita Vetteren
01.apr.2011 kl.12:54
Kristin/bildedama
02.apr.2011 kl.00:15
Visuell Poet Guro Storskjær
02.apr.2011 kl.01:44
martha
12.apr.2011 kl.23:07