Everyday lyricism.

There are days that stand still - even though you're moving
and sometimes it gives you the sense of freedom.
you drift among the fixed faces, motionless grins
You think, but your thoughts have forgotten the smell of things.

Wouldn't touch a thing, unless like a moth's wing.

Just sweep your fleet feet, the street collapses under your feet until you get to sleep.

* * *

I thought I saw thy visage in the book, touched thy paper-like skin, felt thy breath in the winter... lift mine eyes up to the sky. The melodie of thy voice, this I do miss.

Longs jours, yours
long for everything
we ever shared
my love
my nature
my simple steps on the snow
the distant humming of the wind
the breath of fresh leaves
and the sighs
miss
for a long time
I lost you for so long
I couldn't say "so long" and leave
leaving for ever alone

Seul
dans le Minuit
La guirlande de la nuit

I think you need your daughter
of the day and of the longue nuit

Kaipaan lumiukkosia
ja metsän varjoisia
marjaisia
muistoja

Ego sum
Toujours, jusqu'à la fin de mon monde.