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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
Then it had been March 

Then it had been
March. To sleep in a room head north in bed
with one's nose in someone's gruff
frock that smelled of leather, thyme,
melted snow, a Man
like an Asiatic market. 'It gets
on the nerves', said Lenin listening to
the Appassionata, 'It makes one talk
nonsense rather than hit men on their heads'
Towards evening the snow crust became quite blue.
I think that with you I travel
wherever. You say: do with me
whatever you want.


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 September, 1983 
Translated by Kirsti Simonsuuri