It was a cold November morningAnd I had gone out for a walk;It was my first day in Corfu;I was walking and smoking cigarettes,In the narrow streets of the city;There were no other people on the street,As I had...

As I stood in the car,Traveling from the airport to Oulu,I could hear the radio,Where the speakerWas speaking in finnish;I could not but notice that foreign accent,And those repetitive sounds,In every two syllabusesOf «tt»And «kk»It is needless to say,That...

We were standing nearby the sea…Drinking;It was night.And I had traveled from my cityTo meet my cousin;It had not been a happy decision,It was simply an intrusive decision,Of a devastated psyche,Caught by a mental breakdown;But there was this thing...

I love youAnd I can not believe I get to meet youTo touch youTo kiss youYou are too beautiful to be trueBut here I amSinging songs to the sunEvery time you write to me.