Water your heart at 1:27

You cry
because you need to cleanse
your soul
from dust.
And to water
your
growing heart.


Sa nutad,
sest puhastaja vajab
su tolmune
hing.
Ja vajad kasta
oma
kasvavat südant.

127 postcards

He sends soft kisses
with postcards.
Open them already.


Ta saadab postkaartidega
pehmed suudlused.
Ava need ometi.

Wide awake, even if it's 1:27am

My eyes are tired; mind is asleep
but my soul,
my world
is wide awake. No matter what.


Mu silmad on väsinud; meel magab,
aga mu hing,
mu maailm
on täiesti ärkvel. Vaatamata kõigele.

1,27 liters of honey

Honey made my
eyelids heavy.
It was sweet
but I needed to wake up.


Mesi tegi mu
silmalaud raskeks.
See kõik oli magus,
aga ma pidin lõpuks
üles ärkama.

We are like poetry 1.27

Some days I see everything
in poetry.
And if I breathe
it comes out as poetry.
And if you breathe
it comes out even more
like poetry.
So some days I feel
like everything we say
is synchronised,
in dialogue,
and we are
like poetry.


Mõndadel päevadel
kõik, mida ma näen
on luule.
Ja kui ma hingan,
siis see tuleb välja
luulena.
Ja kui sina hingad,
siis see tuleb välja
veel rohkem
luulena.
Seega mõndadel päevadel
ma tunnen, et kõik
mida me räägime
on sünkroonis,
dialoogis,
ja meie oleme
nagu luule.

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. 

1:27 päeval elab mu õnn

Nüüd muutub
1:27 öösel
1:27 päevaks.
Ma ei maga päikest maha.
Ma tõesti ei taha muud
kui valgust.
Öös on asju,
aga päevas on mu õnn.


Now
1:27am
changes into 1:27pm.
I won't oversleep the sun.
I truly don't want anything else
than some light.
Night is full of things,
but my luck is up
at daytime.