Yesterday it was nice and warm with 20 celcius degrees (yes, I burned my nose by sitting all the day in the park). This afternoon it started snowing. Dear Climate Change, I would like to have my summer back.
Sometimes the speed of the internet connection makes me wonder, how the telegraph lines are fixed in Finland.
Location: countryside around lake Averia, Vihti, Finland
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home
Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
‘Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home
Home, lyrics and sond by Michael Buble
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Sweetie, Im coming in two days.
I finally managed to go through the updating process of my photobook software. Instead of former “gallery”, the new address is ruoto.net/album. For now I don’t have any new pictures, but I will update something there after eastern holidays. Enjoy! (and if you don’t, just send some feedback)
Happy holidays!
Bored, ugly and lonesome. Which are the words to describe the feeling, when you stand still middle of a forest? No colours in the sky, no light around. Pale face without eyes, neither sun. Only the echo of feeling a punch of rum.