Salsa at every 1:27

She’s ready to rumba
or salsa
or just walk.
Everything is now acceptable 
on her book.

You don’t need an appointment,
just start dancing.
She will tag along. 

Again?

I can't wait to meet you

again

after all this time 

"Again?" you ask

Yes, because I have known you 

all along, 

that you are coming

or arriving,

however you'd like to see it. 

1:27 pm in my pajamas

I sometimes forget to 

water my own flowers 

and plants –

also I forget about who I am

and how much love I need

but

I have a responsibility to

water and feed them. 

And I have a responsibility to 

water

and feed

myself too. 

With food

and with love. 

1:27 poem is moving

Nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
is more important
than
the peace in me.

I created it myself.
No human, no art piece nor situation is accountable for that.

First time
it's just me.

Future for 127 years and more

Stop romanticising pain
and confusion
and start
running into my arms.

I will hold your
future.

127 ways of falling

I fell in love
in a supermarket
and in my bed
after a few glasses of wine.
Fell in love after every lovely greeting card
and sent postcards.
I fell in love with laugher until
they weren't funny anymore.
I fell in and out quicker than you could imagine.
I fell in love with cowards

until I fell for you.

Foto: Marlene Kirt

Until I fell for me.
Actually.

1:27 seconds of dance

We were kissing
around corners
and on the darkest hours
of the day

I didn't want my reality
ruin something
so kind

and strangely new.

127 weird tales

When I'm placing my hand

on my heart

I feel it living, I feel it breathing in stardust

and getting impulses

of going

forward 

and never, never

never

never going 

back. 

_______________

i don’t know

where to next

and i don’t care

im excited to go 

Sunday's 1:27am and pm

Midnight magic ends 

when Sunday afternoon 

hits our eyes and skin and minds,

midnight magic stayed for 

the whole weekend

but now it’s time to

face the sun. 

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Everyone's resting on your hand. Taking your hand. Taking you. Everywhere. 

Eyes closed. Yet you see everything. Even when you don't wanna see. Even when you can't see. 

It's a blur. But it's changing.

Something has shifted, something that has waited for so long to do so. My body is dizzy from all the information, from all the losses and rises. The understanding between what I could do and what I am doing is still in a blur but more or less it's getting its way out of the mist. Repeat to yourself that the transformation towards trust is there, always somehow been there, in your gut, in your eyes, in your hands. 

Something has shifted. And what are you going to do about it? Repeatedly question it?

Just trust. That thing. 

Small experiment

Torn between moving together 

and hunting on your own. 

Mixture of keeping it together

and wanting to fight some more. 

Unreasonable uncomfort. 

Un-is out there, you are too much in your head. 

Seek some more.

127 days after

Avas tee,
mida sa avada ei julgenud.
Kutsus.
Ja sa läksid.
Ja ometi, hoolimata, ometi kõigest,
mida olid endale lubanud
astusid.

Ja läksid peatselt tagasi.
Kahetsusega?



He opened a way,
you were scared to open the door.
He called.
And you went.
And yet, despite everything,
you had promised yourself
you took
the step.

And soon, you took
a step back.
With a regret?

127 keerutust

Ma küsin hästi palju, sest ma tean kui vähe ma tean. Seda ma tean. 

See on see, mida ma tean. 

Ja kui keegi pakub mulle uut tõde, 

siis ma kaalun seda

kuulata. Mõista. 

Kasutage ära. 

Ja kui ma enam ei küsi, siis ei tähenda, 

et ma tean nüüd piisavalt. 

Vaid vahel tuleb lasta vastustel

naiivselt

enda juurde ise tulla. 

Naiivselt. 

Vahel väga tõsiseltvõetavalt. 

Keerutan naiivselt.
Ma võin küsida, aga vastuseid
ei saa anda.
Keerutan.

127 warm evenings

Kõik jäi vaikseks ja mina ei jäänud väikseks. Ja aasta tõi rohkem, kui pidi. Ja suvi tõi veel rohkem, kui oleks võinud.


Everything got silent and I didn't stay small. And last year brought more than it should. And summer brought more than could.

127 days of improjam

You know

that sunshine

all the time

will just make 

a desert. 

How to grow then? 

Sa tead,

et vaid päikesepaiste

koguaeg

loob kõrbe.

Kuidas siis kasvada?

127 ways to love urself

If I'd be you
I'd love
the heck out of myself.
Do that too.


Kui ma oleksin sina,
siis ma armastaksin
end tükkideks.
Tee ka seda.

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127 times

Nad püüdsid
ta kinni selleks,
et näidata.
Unustades
vaadata.


They caught her
just to
show her.
They forgot
to look
at her.

127 ways to whip it

No matter how hard you try

you can never out-whip yourself. 

Found 127 ways to whip it. 

Literally. 

I found something in the middle of the room.

Something standing.

Someone standing. 

At least I found something.

Someone. 

I found out I was standing in the corner of the room.

But I was supposed to

stand in the middle. 

At least I was supposed to.

So I start walking there now. 

Joining palms at 1:27pm

Liida kokku
mu käed,
avatud peod
ja aeg
ning sa saad palju.
Liiga palju?
Võib-olla.
Kuid mitte ealeski
liiga vähe.


Join together
my hands,
open palms
and time,
and you will get a lot.
Too much?
Maybe.
But never
too little.