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Monday, November 11

poetry

"Ma ootasin Sind sellel külmal päeval. 
Ma tean, et Sa ei teadnud. Nüüd siis tea: 
Ma ootasin Sind. Sellel külmal päeval. 
Ei, vabandama tõesti Sa ei pea.

Kõik otsustati väljaspool meid endid.
Ma ootasin, sest mina tahtsin nii.
Kõik otsustati. Väljaspool meid endid.
Ma teadsin, Sa ei tule nagunii.

Ei, ära ütle, et Sa oleks tulnud,
kui oleksid vaid teadnud, võinud vaid.
Ei, ära ütle, et Sa oleks tulnud.
Ma vihkan valesid. Ka ilusaid."

Doris Kareva.


This poem has my heart.

Yours truly.
M.

Thursday, October 4

dream

IN MY DREAM I HAD LIGHT PURPLE HAIR

and i also said the words "the cavalry is waiting"

And to A: "Do you not like core strength?"

We were in a car, driving around an Eastern European village, looking for McDonalds. We found the sign but turned out we had to pass through this backyard.
Some men were playing cards around a table. Old men, with golden chains, wearing white wifebeaters.
And we wanted to get through their backyard, to reach McDo.
But then we let some chickens out, and a rooster. and that was not meant to happen.
So, we apologised, profusely. And got all the chickens back. And the one rooster.
And some pirates came calling, as they do. they of course wanted to rape everyone, but we were way too hardcore.
and we were somewhere in...Azerbaijan? by this point. something along these lines.
in a village, in someone bungalow.
And then the cavalry arrived.
And I was topless the whole party, wearing hightop shorts, with purple hair.

And then I woke up - happy.
M.






Saturday, June 16

procrastination


Procrastination, you will always be my biggest enemy.

I really should be
- writing a list of my tour repertoire
- compiling a selection of songs for this summer course
- packing
- sorting some e-mails

Instead, I am watching football (redeeming feature: it is a good game.) and thinking of procrastination. Why? So many people do this. I think it's absolutely hilarious really, this cycle.

However, I console myself with the fact that tomorrow is also a day (simple pleasures) and that the night is so far from over. So I can still be productive. After the football, she says..

(For the time being however, I shall post some pictures, and then some photos from my travels to Schweiz.)