Poems and fiction in English by a writer from Finland.
International pictures also included.
Some facts, too. Occasionally.
Get back Little Girl!There will be other beautiful summers to come! Believe me!
Maybe the little girl went just away to practice her piano playing...:)
Too much joy makes my clenched fists bleed.
Well, luckily the world isn't filled with joy...
Lovely poems, wonderful piano playing, long winter nights... what else? :))Come on, there will be another summer next year, or then fly to Algarve... ;))
Well, somewhere I'll have to travel during winter, Gil, have to see the sun.
Bravo for the poem ... and the piano playing!! I know how deperately you hate the (Finnish?) winter, but you are still around and the summer normally comes back (more or less) every year!
I was impressed by this. What a multitalented artist you are! Sad, though. After a summer that never came. You will survive!
I must stop complaining of the winter, Peter, otherwise people stop reading my whining....!Liisa, I try to survive. I think I have to play a little more, I'm rusty.
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