40 years of Awesomeness

I found it really hard to imagine what my life would be like if forty years ago my beloved Göteborg hadn't seen the birth of this man, for all that his soul - both put black on white and expressed through his amazing voice - has meant and means to me.
So, all I can say today is...Tack så mycket, mamma och pappa Fridén :) and...

Grattis på födelsedagen! ♥

"Vi va di ballare con noi?" ♥

I will never forget.
I will never forget the moment when, while performing "The Cave", You stopped playing to listen to us all singing out loud.
I will never forget the sensation of not simply being at a concert, where You are the ones supposed to play and sing and we are the ones who listen and dance and jump and scream and plause. That sensation that it is us actually singing with You and You singing with us, not to us or for us. With us. Like one. Thousands of people and all is one. Feeling, not just listening. Almost forgetting to have a body which moves by itself, one with the rhythm of the drum...or was it our heart? It doesn't matter. Everything was pure Energy.
I will never forget Winston's infinite sweetness in trying to speak Italian all the time. I will never forget his "Vi va di ballare con noi?" ("Do you wanna dance with us?")
And I will never forget Marcus and Ben's tries too.
I will never forget that warmth that prevented me from stop smiling, even when some tears came out.
I will never forget the smile that came up to my lips when, entering the toilet of a motorway service station and singing the vocalism from "The Holland Road", I heard another voice from behind the wall singing the same.
But this, all of this, it's not something you can easily describe in mortal words.
So all I can say is... 

Thank You, Sirs!

And today, I just woke up to this new day as after a long, bright and shiny dream, my eyes smiling to the sun outside the window and to the one inside my heart.
It is still hard to realize what I experienced last night, to believe it has really happened to me, to us.
But a tired voice that still cannot stop singing even while sleeping, purple hematomas on my hands that clapped so hard all the time and a torn ticket with "Mumford and Sons" written on it in black letters say it all.
But I will keep on spending my day in this dreamy mood, and it is okay this way :) 




And a big "Thank you" also goes to my journey and life fellows: my ebony-haired girl (soul sister with checked shirt and shiny eyes) and my bearded man (the guy behind good shots even without an appropriate camera). You are beautiful. ♥

     

"We will run and scream
You will dance with me
We'll fullfill our dreams
And we'll be free
We will be who we are
And they'll heal our scars
Sadness will be far away"
                                                      (Mumford and Sons, "Not with haste")