Friday, August 24, 2012

About leaving


About leaving (a song)


You were sitting on a chair
in a silent room,
I was lying on a bed
just beside you.

You were not leaving
as there was no one left to follow.

We talked about following,
and I lost my opinion,
Because it’s like borrowing
someone else’s dream to leave.


                      Sometimes I’m stuck in your orbit
and I can’t take my own course
and I don’t understand all.
Maybe there’s nothing to know of
just sometimes to make sure 
I’m dreaming my own dreams through (doing my own things too.)


I was crying on my bed
my head was full
of images of you
and of her who loves you too.

And my tears
are for the fear
of loosing.

And we talked about love and loving,
I lost my opinion
because it’s like the river and the stream
of lightness and kindness and giving.

I won’t ever loose you
you are my friend
as the situations change
we are soft like the summer air.

Odottamassa




Katsomassa kun varjot vaihtuu,
odottamassa ratikkaa ja
seuraavaa 
ja päivää,
että paistais aurinko.

Ja unohtamassa hymyillä
ja olematta uskaltamatta sanoa
moi ja kiitos ja ole hyvä.

Ja huomaamassa kukat
ja nauramisen, mutta
olematta muistamatta muuta.




Ei ole



Ei ole aamua,
ei ole aamulla.
Ei ole eteenpäin,

ei ole eteen, eikä päin.
                      Mutta aina kun hymyilee saa hymyilyn,

ja aina kun sataa, sataa.

auringon aamulla



auringon aamulla
ratikan äänet,

koneet repii asfalttia irti
alhaalla

ja minun rintalastaa
painaa, niskan takana

vetää ylös ja takaviistoon,
tukistaa vähän,

joku tunne
vetää ja kielenkannassa,

kitalaessa omenan jälkeen
hapan makea,

en juonu mitään
ja siitä jäi jälki.




Thursday, August 9, 2012

no plan


No plan


We’re all princesses
loving to be loved.
We’re all kittens
furry and funny.
We all want to be
Someones baby and someones mom.

There’s a house,
there’s no plan.

There’s the sea and the wish to swim.
There are the waves of kisses.
I’m the wave and you’re the sea.
I’m full of words of romance
to come out.

I’m full of poems of happiness
to burst to spill on you, on everyone.
I’ll sing them out later,
they’ll come and I’ll be the sea.

about leaving


Leaving

You were sitting on a chair
in a silent room,
I was lying on a bed
just beside you.

You were not leaving
as there was no one left to follow.

We talked about following,
I lost my opinion,
Because it’s like borrowing
someone else’s dream to leave.

                      Sometimes I’m stuck in your orbit
and I can’t take my own course
and I don’t understand all.
Maybe there’s nothing to know of
just sometimes to make sure
I’m dreaming my own dreams through.

I was crying on my bed
my head was full
of images of you
and her who loves you too.

And my tears
are for the fear
of loosing.

And we talked about love and loving,
I lost my opinion
because it’s like the river and the stream
of lightness and kindness and kissing.

I won’t ever loose you,
you are my friend,
as the situations change
we are soft like the summer air.




The Girl and The Tree



The Girl and the Tree

Once upon a time in a land not so far a way lived a girl with wavy hair. She had a laugh that could wake up a giant and a smile that would melt the frozen sea. When she hummed, the birds would come listen and when she sang they would sing along with her.

One day she was looking for a place to rest, either a home or a nest. She met a tree that she liked right away. She smiled at him and went up the stairs, up up up until she reached the highest leaves, in the crown of the tree. There she found a piano and on the table, always a warm cup of tea.

She visited many times and the tree was always there for her.  Mr. Tree, as he liked himself to be called, was funny and warm, yet fierce. He was kind to the small birds that came to sing to him.  

Mr Tree's long hair of leaves smelled of the salty air near the sea. The leaves would fall down in the autumn and the branches would get tangled up by the strong winds. To help Mr. Tree, the girl would comb his long hair. She took it upon herself to help him with the knots, solving the mysterious tangles and freeing up space for new green to grow. Sometimes she would be gentle with his hair; sometimes she would rip and tear the branches, and Mr. Tree would shake his head and say ''stop, you’re hurting me.''

One night the girl came to play and to sing old songs from her country. The songs were sad and melancholic. Mr. Tree listened quietly. He told the girl something wise to comfort her, and then something silly to make her laugh. The girl laughed so loud that it started to rain so much that the land flooded and the girl couldn’t go home. She asked Mr Tree shyly if she could stay for the night and sleep in his arms. They both dreamt about love, the rhythm of the sea, and silken chocolate cake filled with cream.

Time passed and the girl began to miss her country more and more. She sang the folk songs of her people to help to remember her land. The birds became so sad for her that they didn’t want to sing anymore. The Tree gave her some comfort, but it wasn't enough. She climbed up to him and he surrounded her with his warm bark and soft leaves. She needed to go and sing her songs on the ground of her country, where her songs were understood.

The girl left that place where Mr Tree grew but never forgot him.