The perfect getaway

Ne palmut, ne palmut...


Vieläkään en ole löytänyt mistään sitä kuvaa, mikä taitaa olla syy siihen, että palmupuut ovat mulle jonkinlaisia vapauden ja unelmien symboleita.

Iskä osti mulle Parkanon Hamsterista (ellei sitten ollut Tiimarista) joskus, pieni ikuisuus sitten, sellaisen kansion, jonka kansi on piirtynyt mieleeni. Siihen oli piirretty ranta, jonka vesi oli turkoosin sinistä, ja jolle oli pysäköity kirkkaanpunainen auto, muistaakseni vielä avomallinen. Täydellisen, aurinkoisen rannan kruunasi ihana palmupuu. Sen kansion kannessa taisi vielä lukea jotain "California dreams" tai jotain vastaavaa.

Ehkä se kansio löytyy vielä jostain, vaikka onkin luultavasti kärsinyt.


Seuraavassa kuitenkin niitä ihania vapauden maisemia. Netin ihmeellinen maailma on täynnä upeita kuvia, joihin upota.

Ja sitten vielä jotakin uskomatonta hunajaa korville... palmujen alla, tottakai. Tai alle.

Tonight, it´s you

I have seen dreams of you
All the nights of this week I have been with you
Doing ordinary things, looking are your closets full
You moved to my neighbour
So we became neighbours
I stared, you stared
Then I woke up

I can´t say I dream of you
But the nights have been quite full of you
I don´t know do I even think of you
but I guess I do
Because I walk with you by nights,
feeling the warmth
When you´re long gone
Letting me wake up

I have been in dreams with you
Chest by chest, heartbeats in you
We have walked the streets, corridors
when you moved to my neighbour
Not like others, you had green doors
I heard your steps before I knew
I had to wake up

I hang on the dreams of you
Worrying I slip, then I lose you
This week I have been hating waking up,
I didn´t even knew
Last night we walked further than before
And just when you caught me
I had to wake up

Tonight I´m waiting for dreams of you
This week I need to get enough of you
Let me watch you do ordinary things, sing
Move away from my neighbour and leave me the key
Don´t you look at me like you don´t know
anything
Tonight I´ll paint your doors
With makeup

My palm trees

I´ve loved palm trees since I can remember
`Cause I can dream
When I dream I´m free

Palm trees by the sea or dusty street
A car parked near
My dreams are sweet

Sky´s turning it´s blue into purple
The water sparkles
Red bonnet´s still thermal

Life´s left to live flare and free
And to me it means my palm trees
All of you far beside me