Haa tänä kesänä menee lujaa! Eka Bulgariaan, sitten Ilosaareen ja vielä Szigett-festareille Unkariin. Jiihaa!
Se jolla kuollessaan on eniten leluja on voittaja.
Kaikki liha tottelee kuria.
Ei omena kauas polvesta parane.
Audioslaven I Am the Highway soimaan ja tuosta vähän runoutta kehiin.
"The memories of you are all but twine in the twirling mists of my mind.
Maybe I could forget, if only your image would leave the desolate plains of my heart, I bet.
By day I can see the sun outside, warming all but the frozen heart of mine.
One day I hope, even with all this misery I can cope.
Your things won´t withstand fire, but how to destroy memories of the one I still desire?
Your spirit I can still sense, moving in this empty house, but in the past tense.
Something wet is running on my cheek, making me feel all obscure and meek.
I´m praying for the sun to rise, but how can a man speed up the time?
I think the clock has stopped too, do the planets stop turning for you?
Sweet sleep come save me now, maybe even to your arms somehow."
-Piru 2003
