[5.25.5.14]
trollibussid panevad aknad värisema.
räpased aknad päikese paistes.
aga õhk on värske.
tagasi rõõmus ja vabaduses,
igatsusvalu muusika helluses lind
võtab vastu klaasi lennust esimest toibuvat hingetõmmet.
värskest õhust.
see ei ütle, kas torm on tulekul
aga
hetkes on hea.
Sunday
Friday
Saturday
[00.34.17.5.14]
Could you just fucking please pass me the damned remote.
That live show sucks, i wanna turn it fucking off.
They say one and they act another, how do you fucking feel yourself?
Welcome to the world of headache where pain is fucking huge.
Thank god i´ve got the headache to fucking hide the deeper pain.
And then they play those damned songs that fucking make me sick.
They say one and they act another, how do you fucking feel yourself?
Didn´t you already find the fucking remote?
Could you just fucking please pass me the damned remote.
That live show sucks, i wanna turn it fucking off.
They say one and they act another, how do you fucking feel yourself?
Welcome to the world of headache where pain is fucking huge.
Thank god i´ve got the headache to fucking hide the deeper pain.
And then they play those damned songs that fucking make me sick.
They say one and they act another, how do you fucking feel yourself?
Didn´t you already find the fucking remote?
Wednesday
Monday
[13.38.12.5.14]
There is no difference
what time it is any more.
Tea dance or dawn.
171 times a week is a lot.
There is a fight,
which long ago is not a matter.
"You are where you are."
"I am where i am."
Neither of us is there.
I guess you hate me.
I hate us too.
What´s up with the war.
Shall that be known.
Please cut a break
that womankind in suffer.
There is no difference
what time it is any more.
Tea dance or dawn.
171 times a week is a lot.
There is a fight,
which long ago is not a matter.
"You are where you are."
"I am where i am."
Neither of us is there.
I guess you hate me.
I hate us too.
What´s up with the war.
Shall that be known.
Please cut a break
that womankind in suffer.
Sunday
[17.56.11.5.14]
Mul pole pilti, et tuhandet sõna asendada
ja mul pole sõnu nii palju, et kirjeldada
aga see piknik siin ürgse metsa vanal sillal,
kuhu tuul ei puhu
aga linnulaul kostub,
on maagiline.
Rooma salati ja majoneesiga lõhevõileivad,
beebiporgandid ja redised.
Värske mahl minu
külm vesi Sinu käes.
Mul on sinuga nii üüratult hea.
Mul pole pilti, et tuhandet sõna asendada
ja mul pole sõnu nii palju, et kirjeldada
aga see piknik siin ürgse metsa vanal sillal,
kuhu tuul ei puhu
aga linnulaul kostub,
on maagiline.
Rooma salati ja majoneesiga lõhevõileivad,
beebiporgandid ja redised.
Värske mahl minu
külm vesi Sinu käes.
Mul on sinuga nii üüratult hea.
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