




The Cinematic Orchestra + Yanjaa
There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don’t feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree that’s old as me
When the dust came around to blow it down
I climbed the tree to see the world

Luther Vandross + Yanjaa
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Hej kära nördar, jag pluggar fett mycket just nu så jag lämnar er med några söta bilder från en regnskogsflod vi var vid i torsdags eller något liknande
Puss!






Jag hade askul igår. Tog inte med mig kameran men Riz’ bilder kommer nog upp snart…

Soluppgång i Kakamega regnskogen
