Autumn day.

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tori 1

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.

Stop. Salinõmme.

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salinõmme

 

Mõnedes kohtades ajal on teine mõiste. Ta on hoopis teine dimensioon. Ta on.. aga tundub hoopis teisena. Sa koged seda.. Kuid teisiti. Sest aeg.. seal.. on ajatu.

In some places time has another meaning. It is a totally different dimension. It feels.. as something.. totally different. You can feel it.. But in a different way. Because time over there.. is.. timeless.

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.