En aften der fik poesien til at flyde over

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun getting there
When you worry and hurry through your day
It is like an unopened gift thrown away

Life is not a race
Do take it slower
Hear the musik
Before the song is over

Jesper Holme

If everything seems under control, you’re just not going fast enough.

Dræberen

I am sailing, I am sailing,
home again ‘cross the sea.
I am sailing, stormy waters,
to be near you, to be free.

Anton

Vi var åbenbart flere, der småfilosoferende og nynnende traskede hjem fra gårsdagens hyggekamp. Er der andre, som lod poesien flyde over, så send en comment 🙂

1. Kamp: Blå vandt 5-4
2. Kamp: Hvid vandt 9-2

Blå: (Kronik), Knudsen, Jesper, Kosmonauten, Ambassadøren, MadsO og Professoren
Hvid: (Frømand), Dræberen, Jens, Spækhuggeren, Per og Anton