Saturday, February 27, 2016

The waves

The waves of this sea we live in,
Accompanied by whatever music.
And the time, whatever, and goes on.
The days are restlessness or not and then suddenly everything turns to thunder and black.

The kisses are the rain, when it was supposed to be sunny,

The black hole on the chest when you thought the sky was clear.


The power of silence
the sound of not saying
the shouting of the cold

as the time stops

words loudly whispered through the empty

(i have nothing to say
my fingers, breathe freezing,
my ribcage, blood, muscles of my lips,
eyes, the heart not beating,
the skin between my fingers not alive,
the space inside the ear not hearing,
muscles contracting slightly towards my center, to drag them with me to the darkness the black opening on the back of my head, heavy place. 
Body getting lighter as thoughts repeating over and over.)

in the neck the words, building a hardness, transforming into dark blue,
gets colder
less in being
less of life

the silence takes
makes cold

the coldness comes to my side,

takes, says to be quiet, for no one to hear or to see.


Äänettömyyden valta
hiljasuuden ääni

tyhjyyden, kylmyyden läpi huudetut kuiskaten sanat

ei ole sanottavaa, kun
sormet, hengitys jäätyy loppuun

niska ottaa kaikki itteensä, tekee jäykemmäksi
tekee kylmemmäksi
tekee vähemmän olevaksi
tekee pienemmäksi
tekee olemattomaksi

Hiljaisuus ottaa
tekee kylmäksi

Kylmyys menee sisään,

ottaa, sanoo että olla hiljaa, ettei kukaan kuule ettei kukaan nää.