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See no evil, hear no evil

by illogical42 on June 23rd, 2012

My oldest daughter never asked me to take pictures of her, until now. First we made some images for her. In the end, we made some images for me. Below you can see one of the latter images.

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Cinnamon Girl

by illogical42 on October 15th, 2010

Browsing through my music collection I came across a song that brought back a particular memory. That memory turned my frown upside down. Here’s my Cinnamon Girl & Neil’s lyrics. I hope you can smile too now.

Cinamon Girl

I wanna live
with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy
the rest of my life
with a cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
my cinnamon girl.

Ten silver saxes,
a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes
and waits between shows
for his cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
my cinnamon girl.

Pa sent me money now
I’m gonna make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance
Yeah…yeah…yeah.

Cinnamon Girl – Neil Young

Apple Of Your Daddy’s Eye

by illogical42 on August 5th, 2010

One of the apples of daddy’s eye… full of anticipation.

Apple Of Daddy's Eye

I remember when you were born
I felt like one lucky
Son of a gun

And when you turned into two
I was so happy
When you said I love you
Held you in my arms so tight
I’d never forget
The best years of my life

(chorus)

Apple of your daddy’s eye
Wanna be the one to hold you in the night
Apple of your daddy’s eye
Oh, oh sleep tight
Don’t you worry gonna be alright

I remember when you were three
You were so lovely
So very pretty

And when you turned into four
I finally realized
What God put her here for

(chorus)

If I had my way
Time would stand still
You’d stay as sweet as you are
But time waits for no one
It never will
Your gonna leave me soon enough
I’m just sad ’cause you’re growing up

Held you in my arms so tight
I’d never forget
The best years of my life

(chorus)

Don’t stop ever lovin’ me because
You’re the apple of your daddy’s eye

Peter Cetera