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JUHANI AHVENJÄRVI

CLAES ANDERSSON

EVA-STINA BYGGMÄSTAR

TOMAS MIKAEL BÄCK

AGNETA ENCKELL

MARTIN ENCKELL

TUA FORSSTRÖM

PENTTI HOLAPPA

JOUNI INKALA

RIINA KATAJAVUORI

JYRKI KIISKINEN

TOMI KONTIO

JUKKA KOSKELAINEN

LEEVI LEHTO

HEIDI LIEHU

RAKEL LIEHU

LAURI OTONKOSKI

MARKKU PAASONEN

ANNUKKA PEURA

MIRKKA REKOLA

HENRIKA RINGBOM

PENTTI SAARITSA

HELENA SINERVO

EIRA STENBERG

ANNI SUMARI

ILPO TIIHONEN

SIRKKA TURKKA

MERJA VIROLAINEN

KJELL WESTÖ (ANDERS HED)

TUA FORSSTRÖM
It's beautiful in Sicily in the spring when the lemon trees are in bloom 

I'm writing because I attended
your concert, it was the sixteenth
of September. You played Prokofiev, and
it's strange about music: you return
to places that don't exist. Two questions
keep me busy. One has to do with
conditions and destiny. The other has to do with
Procris. That it occured to her to run into the forest.
That she couldn't trust her mate! I visited a
museum of Renaissance painting and then, everywhere,
in the streets, in subways, I saw: light, silky blue and that
special tenderness. In everyone! In the animals! I teach at a
high school here. It's beautiful in Sicily in the spring when
the lemon trees are in bloom. Perhaps you prefer to travel
according to your own plans but I wanted to ask because music
restores us, and a cloud drifts in through the window into
my apartement as the clouds sweep by every
morning over the park where I walk.


The snow whirls over the courtya...

Never make friends with a crow

Summer passed so quickly

I used to know a man

I also knew another man

Amber

It's beautiful in Sicily in the...

We find it hard to...

There's a door...

What's the use of being...

Everyone is allowed here

The snow whirls over Tenala chur...

We equip the horses

In the photographs your...

Then it had been March

It's a long time since I was a...


 
From Efter att ha tillbringat ett natt bland hästar, 1997 
Translated by Stina Katchadourian