RANTASAUNA
Waka
| Near the field, a flower's bud opens after the rain, sleeves still dripping I arrive to the village. |
Morning sea; on the deck seeing the Old Town; there people talk almost like me. |
| Though drinking; my thirst does not vanish tonight; I am waiting for you in the same place as usual. |
Late summer; the flight of swallows only a memory, so has love become with the first signs of autumn. |
Copyright: Jari Sutinen 1999-2001