lauantai 15. marraskuuta 2014

An illusion

There is no time, no place,
the moment. It is just a writer,
and the words of the endless
an illusion.
Brothers of the soul with broad waters,
canoe, and the moonlight,
quiet, surrounded by the flood current
beaver's nest.
Life whether it is here and now?
I have asked myself many times.

Ability of the poison, a paradise on the cliffs.
Väinämöinen's song echoes,
Finnish mires.
Finnish words, between the spring rains.
The frost, and the pig, the film matches borrow.
Finnish culture in cross-section,
the movie theater, and the unemployment fund.

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