Count in Bragalone 2

House, however, remained closed for a while yet.

And no one came to really paid attention to the fact that there was a few times bringing in a big car.

About five years after the old lady had been buried, one on the last Monday, at exactly 7.40 the house opened the front door and it came out of a long, grizzled man, wearing a green jacket, gray vest and pants, wearing a gray-eden hat in his hand, and gray gloves. In one hand the man was black, silver handle a stick and another dog leash, which led him to a very large gray-colored dog.

A man walked purposefully towards the eastern bridge and came to a halt next to the bridge for a moment, because of his dog, walked over the bridge and disappeared into the old fish factory around the corner.

At 7.51 a man appeared on the southern end of the western bridge and stopped again for a while, because of his dog, then crossed the Beach Street and walked in the bridge-head diner.

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The house was the river street opposite the old fish factory, which stood in the roofless ruins behind an empty pier, the point where the street is at its highest, before you pressed towards the Western Bridge and the sea.

At one time, the street had been the city's best side, but for a long time, before the old lady was born, opposite the fish come to the factory had put a better crew to change the sea side of the city.

The old lady's family had been the last of the good families that were once built a large house next to the promenade.

When the widow died, the boys went to the funeral so quickly that the neighbors would be outrage, if you had not previously considered sons of ne'er-do-well.

Door of the house showed up "For Sale" sign and a few months later, also disappeared. The neighbors were ignorant of, that even if the house was a little esteemed in the half of the best location, the old lady had let the bad condition. People thought they knew that much about the house paid to the heirs.

The old lady's death had passed a few years when one Monday morning, appeared in front of the house truck, which came to carry stuff in the inner courtyard and the scaffolding went up in front of the house.

Neighbors, and in particular the corner cafe manager, tried to ask the workmen who repaired the house, but they do not know.

Tobacco dealer's daughter was a man of the house and work your way to tell you that all the repaired very well and carefully, ceiling paintings were rotten window frame and the staircase was replaced with exactly original.

Then, when the paint and plaster-colored pipe racks front of the house was demolished neighbors were able to detect the street along the river-onset chicken yellow house, the gate and were red tile roof, and window frames, shutters and door jambs to gleaming white.

 Its neighbors, which are not exactly been repaired in decades, the house was nothing flashy, but the whole street residents were delighted that this house had now been restored. Somehow, it seemed to be encouraging.

Pako vuorille / Escape the mountains



April, sinä kun olit poissa

minä pakenin vuorille

mutta unohdin kuitenkin

vetää vitun päähäni.

.....

 

April, while you were away

I will escape the mountains

but I forgot, however,

to pull cunt on my head.

Curse Calender

Finnish curses, obscenities, and sobriquets.

Every day of the year.


Ja se on kirjan nimi. 

Se on sinänsä valmis, mutta pari ihmistä vielä oikolukee sen.

sorrow in shirt

I would not have wanted this for sorrow
It does not look good.
The hem is too long
the collar to strangle
it drag shoulders
and oppresses Beside.
If I say directly, it does not fit me

Eli tulin kokeilleeksi runon kirjoittamista kielellä jota en osaa. 

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