MERIKASTANJA

having only a guitar an a voice like a retard's

i think about de soil how it is soft and moist feels great in your fingers who wouldn't want to become soil after living for a while?

this is a likkle story presenting a summertime inna paviljon with friends with foods a story containing also solo cruising inna lake using a pink floating armchair

i-troll knows turtles might travel for twenty years before they hit de spot they once begun their travelling

dont contaminate di air wid your phrases
tranquility tranquility

come find di Orange an keep it in your heart never let go of this new beautiful art

de wind of going somwhere else an coming back again

postal sorting department is de post of i-troll inna di hall of de so called heavy post oh it is a heavy post but this troll enjoys throwing things so this suits me de most

when playfully i knock your beak you blow warm steam to my face

have you ever been on a platform watching de trains go by? without a ticket in your pocket with no purpose of going anywhere? while others are rushing about while one train is slowly arriving and di other setting off from Helsinki to St. Petersburg

really you need no locks or knots or what will ever block de free flow let it run let de wind blow de clouds away an when you raise your head an look up to de sky your eyes are bright an clear an they just go bling bling bling

today we're just gonna play board games till de Sun turns orange an windmills an cypresses drop long shadows fishermen are gone an pelicans they already sleep we have to fold de board we never get bored of games