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onsdag 22 juni 2011
söndag 12 juni 2011
Amazing children
“Our expectation of the child must be very flexible and varied. We must be able to be amazed and to enjoy-like the children often do. We must be able to catch the ball and toss it back to them in a way that makes the children want to continue the game with us, developing perhaps other games as we go along.”
- Loris Mallaguzzi
- Loris Mallaguzzi
Det finns så mycket som denna man har sagt som jag förundras över. Just ordet förundras har jag etsat sig fast i mitt huvud. I fredags avslutade jag första delen av Ateljeristakursen i Varberg. Det kändes härligt men samtidigt väldigt tomt. Det tog ganska lång tid för mig att landa och jag är väldigt glad över att jag stannade en natt i Varberg med min sambo och några kära vänner.
tisdag 7 juni 2011
Tar emot ...
Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies
I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me
Nora Jones
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies
I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me
Nora Jones
måndag 6 juni 2011
Magi
Håkan Hellström ... Slottskogsvallen ...
Jag blundar och tar inJag andas och blir helJag lyssnar och drömmer mig bortJag känner en lättnad, finner ro
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