Las Ma Lähen

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Las Ma Lähen

kusagile sinna. Lihtsalt. Mere peale seilama. Kuni tuleb sadam. Minu sadam. Ning saan seal puhata

Somewhere over there.. Just.. Sailing out on to the sea. Till I meet the port. And I can rest there.

Taj Mahal

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Taj Mahal

Vahetevahel juhtub nii et kingakannad löövad tuld, igatsust ja ootust. Kuid need kingad oma kandadega on seal kingariiulis. Ootamas seda hetke… Nagu tõusvat päikest. Seda hetke kui su parem käsi nende järgi haarab ning asetab esiku põrandale. Sa oled valmis. Minekuks. Paned need kingad jalga. Ja.. Astud. Sinna poole kuhu tõmbab hing.

Sometimes it happens that the shoes are filed with fire, anticipation and desire. But them shoes is in the shoe closet. Them wait for the moment.. Like the rising sun. Waiting for the moment when your right hand picks them up and sets them down to the floor. You are ready. For the go. You put them shoes on. And.. Step outside. Towards the place your soul desires.

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Külm võib olla kuum, sest kõrvetav valu on sama. Sama päike mis kõrvetab, julmalt ka külmutab. Rajad ise ei muutu. Muutub vaid lumi. Muutub vihm. Muutub asfalt ja muda. Päike, kuhu poole tee viimas on, jääb alati samaks. Päiksetõus või loojang, tõuke annab.

 

The cold can be hot, for the crushing pain is the same. The same sun that burns you, also freezes you. The roads.. they don’t change. Only the snow changes. And the rain changes. As well as the asphalt and the mud. The sun, where all the roads lead to, always stays the same. Sunrise or the sunset, is the one tha gives you the push.

Autumn day.

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Oli kord sügispäev.. ja päike paistis. Ja aeg.. Aeg tol hetkel ei liikunud edasi. Istusin hetkeks saunapalkide peale, mis ootasid seina minemist. Nautisin seda hetke, seda päikest, seda kohvi mu tassis. Ja ma sulgesin silmad. Oli hea. Aeg ei eksisteerinud. Oli vaid päike. Kohvi. Ja heinamaa.

Once upon a time there was an autumn day.. and the sun was shining. And time.. in that moment time did not pass. I sat down on the logs that were still waiting for their turn to become walls in my sauna house. I enjoyed that moment, the sun, the coffee in my cup. And I closed my eyes. It felt good. Time did not exist. There was only sun. Coffee. And the grass field.

Fall Without Hitting

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käinalaht

 

Siis kui sügis ei valuta. Lihtsalt.. Lähed. Oled. Naudid. Ning siis ongi. Hea.

When the fall does not hurt. You just.. Go. You are. You enjoy. And then. You are feeling. Just fine.

Taj Mahal

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Taj Mahal

 

Mõned hetked nagu viirastused minevikust.. Mõttevälgatused mingist muust ajast… Peatud ja mõtled hetkeks. Kuid aru täpselt ei saa. Miraaz mineviku ja tuleviku vahel.. ongi see praegune hetk.

Some moments are like ghosts from the past.. Rays of thoughts from distant time.. You stop and think for a moment. But you don’t actually understand. Mirage betwwen the past and the future.. is the moment now.

Haapsalu

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haapsalu

 

Mõned õhtud on sellised, erilised, et ei tahaks et need lõppevad. Hetked, lootes et tulevat hetke ei tule veel nii pea. Lihtsalt olla, kui on hea, mitte midagi mõeldes…

Some nights are special, you don’t want them to end. Those moments when you wish that the following moments keep themselves at bay. Just to be, when it is good and not thinking about anything.