Happy
and she inspired me.
Photos were taken and the wine
was poured
in June
2007.
A happy occasion to meet a friend.
Poems and fiction in English by a writer from Finland. International pictures also included. Some facts, too. Occasionally.
It was raining and the wind was quite fierce yesterday. Just the perfect day to take a stroll in the Zoo. I haven’t been in the Zoo of Helsinki for many years. I have this thing with zoos: I don’t know whether I like zoos because they can preserve animals that are in danger to vanish from world or do I despise the idea of captured animals walking monotonously around in circles.
I seemed to be the only with no sense.
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I made a very short film about the day in the Zoo, you can watch it here, if you like.
The writer Kirsti Ellilä, photo taken in May this year.
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The weekly theme for Thursday Challenge is
Portrait
Come with me
and I’ll give you everything
you need, all you want,
the gold and the diamonds of the world,
the love and attention you’re worth of.
I’ll drown you in pearls and jewels,
sprinkle scented water on your skin.
I’ll build you a temple and make you my god.
You’re born for my worship, my admiration, my love.
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The weekly theme for Moody Monday is
Lavish
Had to put this old slide show here, had to get an assurance that there still is light and warmth, a summer to come.
1.
-But...I am a writer...?
-Is there a thing called a false writer?
-Should I?
-Just wait a minute. Do you mean my writing isn’t now for real?
-I can.
-Hmmm. Books doesn’t sell very well, not in
-Only the book matters?
-But if I’d write a book, I wouldn’t have time to write to my blogs!
-A book.
-That no one would buy. That no one would read.
-Life is weird.
-OK, I’ll humour you. I’ll publish a book. A collection of poems.
-I’ll publish it myself, there are plenty of that kind of service. You just send your manuscript via net and home comes the book. Would you buy my book?
-How much what?
-Don’t know. Maybe twenty euros.
-You should know, you’ve read them.
-In my blogs.
-Forget it. You do lack passion.
harry lime
became a slime
as he crossed the line
like a greedy swine
chorus:
oh, harry, oh,
stick to your wine!
better to drink
forget how to think
or else you’ll sink
begone in a wink