hey lovelies. welcome to my heavenly cheezzi and sensual pastel world. i am pauliina, finnish chick, who has made all of these artworks and writings on here. i am into nu disco and house vibes. if i had a discothèque i would name it dis. my scale in operating goes from being a total psychic crybaby to being the most questionnable stand-up comedienne in the hoods. oh yes, i sometimes foresee things in my dreams. thx for stopping by, have a fabulous day! kiss kiss.
runo
kuumottava yö kainalossasi
kuunalaisessa maailmassa
torkutan torkkupeiton alla
yhä
uneksin unelmiesi tuolla puolen
pyhä
piiloon pöytälaatikkoon
sain idean pateettisesta pöytälaatikkorunoudesta,
kun kävin kirjastossa ja matkaani tarttui erimerkkisiä sisustuslehtiä.
huumaannuin, kuten tavallista, kuvista kodeista.
mietin, että voisin kirjoittaa sisustuslehtien aiheuttamasta ekstaasista.
kerran kuussa. ainakin. muuten maassa.
tässä ensimmäinen luonnos pöytälaatikkorunoksi:
kultaiseen kainosti vivahtava
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himmeästi hohkaavan
kirjan selkämyksen kosketus
karheaksi rytmittynyttä
kämmenselkää vasten
sävy sävyyn
tomuinen persikka
korkeakiiltoinen oranssi
ja
paahtunut beige
sävy sävyssä
sisäkkäin
vierekkäin
lepattava vihreä
ja
utuiseksi kulunut magenta
tapaisin sinut
tämän pöydän äärellä
pyöreän
maailman äärellä
äärettömin
äänettömin
hengityksin
psst
Damn.
In 1998 I was in an abusive relationship. I was not able to leave. On one night I had been crying for three hours not knowing what should I do. All of a sudden I heard a voice : "To become a teacher you must go through this", and saw with the eyes of my soul how the lilac hands shining light landed on my back. For the height of my heart. Incredible peace landed on me and I knew: "Tomorrow morning I must leave". So I did.
Around 1995 I was travelling in a train. An unknown elder man came to ask if there is a free seat next to me. I said yes there is and he sat next to me. He started talking: "I see that somebody has loved you a lot when you were a kid. I also know how it feels like to see beautiful faces of women in the dream cause I have seen them too."
I got hell of a scared. I just recently had seen a dream of incredibly beautiful faces of women in my dream. Those faces were beautifully veiled on transparent fabrics with laces. There was some kind of beautiful glow in the dark space I was seeing the faces.
I got so scared I didn't say anything to the man. He said he must leave the train, but in case I would like to know more, he would like to leave me his contacts. He wrote something on paper and gave it to me. As soon as I got home, I walked to garbage can and threw the paper away, not having wanted to look what it said. So till today I don't know who this man is.
In 1990 or 1991 we performed dancing to Madonna's Vogue at high school. During this performance I saw a white light in the middle in front of my chest.
In 1993 I was sitting next to my friend. We had been talking if I should study dancing. We were sitting quiet. All of a sudden I knew I really should and would love to. I started to feel some kind of energy flow around my chest. I didn't say anything. My friend recognized and felt it, and asked what am I doing. I said nothing and the feeling disappeared. I think it was a heart coherence experience just as the 1990 experience.
Time to surrender. All these things written above ring my bells. Pieces in a puzzle are going to find their places I know. The secret truly seems to be love. Love, and love only.
Stay tuned.
enlightening the skyline
blow there a wind
along my spine -
along my spine -
a wind,
that carries a dream
wrap an airflow around my cells
and
pass through -
quietly enlightening me
breathe there a stream
on the channel of my spine
and
ask the ships to sail away
away,
towards
the skyline
horizontally
curving
in you
horizontally
curving
in you
ilma virtaa
puhalla selkääni pitkin
unta kantava tuuli
kiedo ilmavirta
solujeni ympäri
ja
läpäise minut hiljaa valaisten
hengitä puro selkärankani uomaan
ja
lähetä purret matkaan
kohti sinussa kaartuvaa taivaanrantaa
galactic
this tiny story is inspired by conceptsbot on twitter. asked from it/him/her/them what should i write about. conceptsbot suggested that i could write a story about an aquarius and a novel about a bicycle crying.
this is what i wrote:
siur aqua, a masculine girl straight from sirius had gotten so serious lately she didn't know why. why on earth so serious oh why. she did cry often, that's true, keeping company for her - crying bicycle, can you believe, but those tears shed were tears of joy of so many years.
x
aug 4, 2017
in 1991 i collected mexx advs that there was a kiss in every pic.
covered a math notebook with one.
this memory hit me in meditation,
tonight.
if i was a dj
if i was a dj
my name would be
d.jam.ateur
picking my cheezzi style not from your pineapple pizza
but from exotic
(yay)
fruits
hot cherrybananajam it should be
with some elements of
passionfruit
with an amateur and juicy touch
thrilling cloudy stuff
drop me a line.
wanna learn.
you.
you are organic poetry.
brilliant rain,
tasty storm
or
thrilling cloudy stuff.
drip drop drip drip drop.
~
oot orgaanista runoutta.
briljanttia sadetta,
makeeta myrskyä
ja
ihmeellistä pilvistä matskua.
kastele mut millon vaan vaikka tänään.
kiharaa ilmaa
hän puhalsi ilmaan ~
sulki silmät
ja näki kuinka ilma kiepahti kiharaksi.
aisti kaiun vatsanpohjan hiljaisuudessa
ja itki pisaran verran,
sen kerran.
holiday mood
she was in a need for a summer holiday.
she was thirsty for the
shore.
she dreamed of freedom on the beach far away,
on the beach that
knew how to express shameless beauty.
she dreamed of raw
winds that knew how to force her to obey,
angular sand coming in between
her and what she wanted to touch,
burning hair rushing at sharp-pointed
eyelashes.
she dreamed of crystal water,
strong carpet of green
noise,
minimal waves narrowing sunrays into a size of a twinge.
meri
hän tarvitsi kesälomaa.
hän janosi kaukaiselle rannalle.
hän uneksi vapaudesta tuolla rannalla;
rannalla,
joka tiesi kuinka ilmaista häpeämätöntä kauneutta.
hän uneksi alkukantaisen raaoista tuulista,
jotka tiesivät kuinka pakottaa hänet tottelemaan,
kulmikkaasta hiekasta,
välissä hänen ja sen mitä hän halusi koskea,
ja polttavista hiuksista rynnimässä kohti teräviä silmäripsiä.
hän uneksi kristallivedestä,
vahvasta matosta vihreää melua sekä minimaalisen pienistä aalloista,
jotka kavensivat auringonsäteet vihlaisun kokoiseksi.
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