Kirjat ovat toinen maailma. Pakoreitti tästä maailmasta. Kirjoittaminen on vielä parempaa: oma maailma, jota rakennetaan pala palalta. Jokainen teksti luo uuden alueen tuohon maailmaan. Täällä haluan jakaa palan omasta maailmastani ja ajatuksistani.
tiistai 19. syyskuuta 2017
maanantai 11. syyskuuta 2017
Pelko
Viikunapuun alla
tuuli ulvoo kaipaamalla
Hyytävä täysikuu
suden ulvonta nauruks muuttuu
hyeena hyppää selkääsi
nauraa perääsi
Sinä pelkäät
historian toistavan itsensä
eikä sitä suurempaa
pelkoa olekaan
haluan ulos tästä
pienestä laatikosta
kivensisästä
peruskalliosta
enkä ymmärrä
kuinka voisin
nähdä silmilläsi
kun suljet ne
kaikelta pahalta
Etkö näe pelkoa
joka sisintäni kirveltää
se syö minua sisältä
eikä ymmärrä
mikä on minulle parasta
tiistai 5. syyskuuta 2017
Who doesn't want to grow up
Who's the little girl up there
Little wooden house in the tree
You can lift her down
But you can't keep her from the dark
Because she'll run away from the light
She's afraid of the life
She hides and doesn't want to be found
Sick game of hide and seek
The little girl who doesn't wanna grow up
Dreams at night for a place where she can fly
When you ask her what she want's to do when she grows up
She answers to you
I'll never grow up I just get older
She just want's to dance and sing
Never become an adult
She'll fly to the Never land
But she can't grow wings to fly free
Instead she has been tide still whit ropes
And she looks up to the night full of stars
Dark soft silk of the sky
The shining bridge of the lonely moon
Sun that she wishes could rise from West and set down to the East
And days would go backwards
Years rolling back away
She hides her little nose in the books
So she doesn't have to see the reality
Library is her sanctuary
She's exotic bird
Rare butterfly and
Fragile fairy
Little girl who doesn't want to be found
Who plays in the tree house
Loves words and eats them like candy
And over her falls deep darkness
She looks up and sees the sky falling down
Little wooden house in the tree
You can lift her down
But you can't keep her from the dark
Because she'll run away from the light
She's afraid of the life
She hides and doesn't want to be found
Sick game of hide and seek
The little girl who doesn't wanna grow up
Dreams at night for a place where she can fly
When you ask her what she want's to do when she grows up
She answers to you
I'll never grow up I just get older
She just want's to dance and sing
Never become an adult
She'll fly to the Never land
But she can't grow wings to fly free
Instead she has been tide still whit ropes
And she looks up to the night full of stars
Dark soft silk of the sky
The shining bridge of the lonely moon
Sun that she wishes could rise from West and set down to the East
And days would go backwards
Years rolling back away
She hides her little nose in the books
So she doesn't have to see the reality
Library is her sanctuary
She's exotic bird
Rare butterfly and
Fragile fairy
Little girl who doesn't want to be found
Who plays in the tree house
Loves words and eats them like candy
And over her falls deep darkness
She looks up and sees the sky falling down
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