Thursday, August 31, 2017

127 km/h

Ma annaksin kõik,
et minna.
Mitte lahkuda
vaid minna.
Joosta.
Kõik, et peatuda.
Et ära eksida. 
Peaaegu, et põgeneda. 
Näha.
Kõik annaksin,
et seda kõike tunda. 
Aga ainult.
Ainult, 
ainult sinuga. 


I would give it all,
so I could go.
Not to leave
but to go. 
To run. 
Give it all to stop.
To get lost.
Almost to escape.
To see.
Give it all
to feel it all.
But only.
Only,
only with you.



Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Writing

Every time I'm in doubt
I write.
And not "the lost,
what's now,
don't know" - kind of way.
But I'll write
the reasons
why I care
about "the lost,
what's now,
don't know" topics.
Every time I'm in doubt
I write to
see the good.



Monday, August 28, 2017

My morning coffee

My mornings are the best when I hear you laughing, not just at your dreams but at me. When I know that I can make you laugh the first thing in the morning. When I know that whatever day brings it will be fine. When I know that you are happy here and feeling alive. I wish for many more to come even if it's here, present. You always know I rush with things and thinking how my time should be spent.
My life feels complete every time I hear the sounds of waking up, realisation I'm with you and it's still time to roll in bed, no need to speedup. It feels like it's all new, even if it's not; like this is where I belong, it is my home, a lot.
The best things come and stay; he's like a morning coffee, the most wanted part of the day.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Think about yourself at 1:27am

Sa alahindad ennast.
Ometi oled sa
kõik,
mida soovisid olla.
Vähemalt
proovi mõista.


You underestimate yourself.
Yet you still
are everything
you wished to be.
At least
try to acknowledge,
see that.



Tuesday, August 15, 2017

127 dreams about dew

Ta kammis oma
käega
läbi hommikuse
kaste.
Ning enam ei oodanud,
et lõuna tuleks.
Et päike viiks
päeva õhtusse.
Ta tahtis
vaikselt kammida.
Jääda.
Kõik oli olemas.


She combed her
hand
through morning
dew.
And didn't wish the
lunch time to come.
And didn't wish the
sun would take
day towards night.
She just wanted
quietly to comb.
Stay.
Because everything was
there.



Monday, August 14, 2017

1:27pm in our boat

You can burn bridges
with great confident.
Burn them.
Because at one point,
someone will build a new one.
Always.
(Or use a boat)


Sa võid põletada sillad
suure enesekindlusega.
Põleta.
Sest ühel hetkel
keegi ehitab uue.
Alati.
(Või kasutab paati)



Sunday, August 13, 2017

Freedom at 1:27pm

Ma pole ammu
tundnud sellist vabandust,
tundmatu iseendana,
tundmata iseenda
vabadust.


I haven't felt
this kind of freedom
in a long time,
unknown to myself,
without knowing my own
freedom.


Friday, August 11, 2017

1:27pm is time for apricots

Aprikoosi vihm
ja mina
upun ära
lõpmatusse suvelõpu
rahulollu.
Kuidas nüüd nii hea?

Apricot shower

and I'm drowning
into never ending
summer ending's
joy.
How can it be so good now?




Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Long time before 1:27

Ma kadusin juba
ammu ära,
päris ammu juba.
Taipamata, et siin ma olen,
ikka veel
olemas,
kõik on korras.


I disappeared already
a long time ago,
pretty long time ago.
Not realising, that I'm actually
here, still
exciting,
everything is fine.



Wednesday, August 2, 2017

1:27 Confession

Confession.
I miss running away. 


Ülestunnistus.
Ma igatsen põgenemist.