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This song text is a blog-post in itself why I have nothing to add...
More then this is a reality for so many children...If they survive and somewhat manage they become our " Dandelion Children" and we have to be proud of them.. They are the "heroes" i my eyes...

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To walk in grandma’s shoes...

Is to remember the land they worn
the tired legs they carried
the long skirt that swept
around what female was

Is to feel the passage of time
hidden in the old worn sole
where tribulations and privation
dug heavy holes in the ground

Is to feel the poverty in your na… Continue

The relationship with our mother is our most complex attachment. She was there before we were aware that we existed. She sheltered our lives and nourished us through the umbilical cord.
There are no limits and the child live in a symbiotic relationship with his/her mother. A symbiosis… Continue

....continuing on barefoot Children

Barefoot children

You lost your words and your piece of paper,
you barefoot children in life.
So you sit back on the dealer's stairs
crying in total despair

What was that word - was it long or short,
was it well or badly written?
T… Continue

I have never been especially interested in those who were born with a ”silver spoon in their mouths "as we say in Sweden.
Some one else can confirm them. I save my emotions for those who were born without something to” eat”, in the case of emotional nourishment. Those who had to liv… Continue