Lost in translation

Lost in translation

 I wish I would have a super-power,
a super-power of speaking all the languages and dialects of the world.
How much I would enjoy reading all the beautiful poems in its original language, where all the tiniest nyances are vibrant and meaningful, not lost in translation.
How much I would enjoy listening a song, where the lyrics effortlessly sink into my mind and to my soul.
How much I would like to change few words with that lonely elderly man sitting on that street corner playing his old guitar and trying to earn his bread for that day.
And trying to comfort that little toddler, who has lost his beloved teddy-bear.

 But I feel numb, disabled. As there are no common language between myself and so many other fellow humans, so much is left unspoken, so many questions are hanging on the air.

I need to find a way to understand, and be understood.
Something, that doesn't require words,something universal.
I can express my thoughts and feelings with pictures, with the language of photos.
Isn't there an old phrase,that one picture tells more than thousand words?
All the possible emotions can be described with lights, colours or with the lack of colours.
No words needed, just a little bit time to let that picture tell you a story.

 I don' t feel so mute after all, I DO have a way to communicate.
And nothing will be lost in translation, all is said what needs to be said,and the rest will remain a mystery.

Ann O'Songland 21.4.2018

Blissful are the simple-minded

Blissful are the simple -minded

  It is quite liberating to openly admit being simple-minded, which is NOT a synonyme to being narrow-minded.

 My introverted brains would explode completely, if I would even try to be sophisticated and super smart.
It is such a blessing just take a deep breath, wear a blissful smile on your face and be happily ever after simple.
It takes all that pressure away from you, and your cheerful little braincells can make somersaults without a worry on their tiny little shoulders.

You can go to the library and take out light novels, you can read Harlequins without any guilt.
You can watch sitcoms and your favourite tv shows without explanations ,why you watch such low quality programs.
You can go to movies and watch Madagaskar and Toy stories without a company of a child.
You can listen music without having to know, who is singing it, or who is the composer.

It is nice, it is relaxing, it is like a spring-cleaning as its best, just to let yourself loose and celebrate the simplicity,
the simplicity of your life and quite often the simplicity of your mind as well.
Life is much more fun, more genuine even, when you approach it every day with a childlike curiosity and innocence, without making it all so complicated and analyzed.

   I am not very good at anything, nor I know much about something specific.
I can do little bit of this and little bit of that, know some little things from here and there.
But the endless curiosity is my driving force, and a will to learn .
A will to learn few phrases on Greek, learn some new skills, learn about new cultures, a new delicious recipe etc...
I never wanna lose that curiosity, I never wanna have a walk without nociting the butterflies and flowers, or getting excited about enjoying the complex world of jazz music.

 And oh, what a blissful day it has been again!

Ann O'Songland 19.4.2018

Sweet surrender

I will tickle until you giggle.
I will kiss goodbye to the sorry ass of sarcasm,
that big butt with bad attitude.
I will dance the night away until my feet are pegging for my mercy.
I will make a sand castle,and let the first waves of morning wipe it away.
I will eat cotton candies, those fluffy pink clouds on the sticks, that grasps my whole face to its' sugary embrace.
I will sing even when I know I forget the lyrics, only because I can.
I will run naked in the summer nights, feeling the evening breeze on my warm body.
I will give the biggest smile I have to the cutiest puppy on the block.
I will do all that and oh , so much more.
And I will, yes I will,
I will save that special kiss to those lips, that
are needed to be kissed by my honey tasting lips.
Sweet surrender,
to the passionate summer hours
of joy and pleasure.

Anneli Laulumaa 17.4.2018

Say it with roses

Say it with roses

  Oh Rose, oh Rose,
So beautiful you are,
with hidden pain behind your divine beauty.
Your thorns, your devious little thorns,
bleeding Iam for being so careless.
Oh Rose, oh Rose,
you need to be handled with care.
So fragile are your pedals,
so myriad are your colours.
Oh Rose, how you make me blush in your presence,
how your alluring fragrance captivates me.
Oh Rose, you make me pale standing beside you,
your charm demanding attention.

Oh Rose, oh Rose,
so beautiful you are.

Anneli Laulumaa 17.4.2018

The sacred place in solitude

The sacred place in solitude

  I am not lost, so no need to be found.
I am only wandering somewhere, where I can hear,
what I need to hear: that being the sound of silence.
In the silence the noise from around me disappears, it vanishes, and I can hear my heartbeat again.

The bright city lights are hurting my eyes,
blurring my vision.
I need to be in the safety of natural darkness.
 It is not to be afraid of, but instead to be appreciated.
Because in the natural darkness I can see the stars again,
 I can see more clearly my own little track, my path.

Please don't try to find me, I need my little world.
 I need my loyal friends, music and books.
I am never lonely with beautiful music and exciting stories, they never let me down.

Please don't force me to be social, it is not natural for me.
Let me talk with the birds and foxes and hedgehogs,
 let me sit in the rain listening the raindrops dancing on the leaves of the huge mapletrees.

Join me if you will, join me sit in the silence,
or walk away and don't look back.
Just remember, I am not lost, so I am not needed to be found.

Anneli Laulumaa 17.4.2018

Metsänkeiju

Metsänkeiju

Hiljaa lensi lailla tuulen, hennon äänen siipiensä kaiun lailla kuulen.
Otin kiini kädestänsä pienen metsänkeijun, satumaahan salaiseen hänen kanssaan leijun.
Metsän tuoksu turvallinen minut ensin kohtaa,
sieltä lammelle raikkaalle minut keiju johtaa.
Nauti vettä lammen tämän,tahdon sinun levähtävän.
Älä pelkää ystävä minun,metsä on myös kotisi sinun,jos vain sitä haluat...

Arkistojeni kätköistä v.2013
A.Laulumaa

Aika

Aika - korvaamaton,
Lahjoista kaunein ja arvokkain.
Käytä se oikein,et saa sitä takaisin.
Älä pidä sitä itsestäänselvyytenä,omaasi äläkä muiden aikaa.
Aika- tuo hiekka tiimalasissa jonka näet valuvan edessäsi,mutta jota et voi pysäyttää...
24 tuntia vuorokaudessa annettu -
sinulle, minulle, hänelle, meille jokaiselle.
Välillä se on paketoitu kiireessä arjen väriseen rapisevaan paperipussiin,
välillä kauniiseen kiiltävään juhlalliseen lahjapaperiin.
Sama lahja silti, helppo kadottaa, sitä ei voi palauttaa.
Tämäkin hetki, juuri tämä, joka kuluu tässä kun luet tätä, on sinulle lahjaksi annettua aikaa.
Ja sinä olet päättänyt käyttää sen tähän, vaikka olisit voinut tehdä jotain ihan muutakin...
.... Sinä käytit sen lukemalla minun ajatuksiani, tuntojani.
Kiitos sinulle, toivottavasti et kokenut sen olevan hukkaan heitettyä aikaa, sillä et saa sitä takaisin.
Se meni jo.
Kukaan ei voi tietää, milloin meidän jokaisen omasta henkilökohtaisesta tiimalasista loppuu se hiekka.
Kukaan ei voi tietää sitä hetkeä, milloin se viimeinenkin muru tipahtaa tiimalasin pohjalle.
Mutta kun se hetki tulee, kun aika on lähteä,
mitä jää??
Jääkö taakse elämätön  elämä, joka karkasi sormien välistä kuin Saharan aavikon hieno hiekka?
Vai jääkö taakse elämä, jonka rosoiseen siivilään on huuhdottu mullan ja soran lisäksi myös kultahippusia?
Mitä jää?
Talo on hiljainen..seinäkello on pysähtynyt, herätyskellon ärsyttävä tikitys vaimentunut, hiekka valunut....asukas lähtenyt...hänen aikansa on loppunut.