Where I come from the birds do not sing it’s clear, crisp, the light, things, all up in the air Siellä mistä tulen eivät linnut laula on kirkasta, kirpeää valo, esineet kaikki ilmassa… lisää →
RunorodeoMarkus Jääskeläinen wrote 4 months ago: Where I come from the birds do not sing it’s clear, crisp, the light, things, all up in the air Siel … more →
Markus Jääskeläinen wrote 4 months ago: The South Seas Private Hotel, Suva, Fiji. What constitutes an adequate translation? The thing that w … more →
Markus Jääskeläinen wrote 4 months ago: FIJI Cigarette smoke the gray clouds spreading in the lungs of space, the living stars, the far-off … more →
Markus Jääskeläinen wrote 4 months ago: How you sing like a new born tree – with an invisible bird hiding in your branches … more →
Markus Jääskeläinen wrote 4 months ago: MARY Mary stays awake in the light of the candle in the darkness listening to the thunder of her own … more →
Markus Jääskeläinen wrote 4 months ago: For life to continue. One must leave, stay, become new, old, fall, stand, lie on the ground like a r … more →
Markus Jääskeläinen wrote 4 months ago: I start out from the middle of the world, embracing it but saying goodbyes it’s spring and winter co … more →
Markus Jääskeläinen wrote 4 months ago: For life to continue. One must leave, stay, become new, old, fall, stand, lie on the ground like a r … more →
Markus Jääskeläinen wrote 8 months ago: Perhaps not the best translation but here we go. It’s the first one and suggestions are welcom … more →