Tuesday, 24 June 2014

To the Lighthouse by Virgina Woolf (chiara64)

What is the meaning of life? That was all a simple question, one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark, here was one.

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Hold you by manme

When you are too tired,
I can hold you for a little while.
Friends do that.
Sometimes I hold you,
and sometimes you hold me.

Kun et enää jaksa,
minä voin kantaa sinua vähän matkaa.
Niin ystävät tekevät.
Joskus minä kannan sinua,
ja joskus sinä kannat minua.