A written fable to Terhi Ekebom

Me and Terhi

 You're miles away but on a fair day, I know that some lights guide my way.
 I trust in my tasks even without any masks.
 Pictures are printed in glorious paper mint.
 I remember that two years ago, I was dreaming of being in an old cabin by the sea where oxygen was running free.
 You told me this then:
- Always be a man carrying a pen.
- Always write your thoughts in a notebook without searching for a new look.
- Always show your soul that isn't old.
- Always mirror nature as more than poetry in a motion picture where your heart's at stake in some lake.
 I've thought this towards myself:
- She's vikings descendant and I'm simply a mere guy that was born in a city of sailors that weren't tailors.
- What can I show to the world with my work without any glory with help by international artists that don't search small talk in some kind of walk?
 I continued talking with you as a ghoulish creature in the night and without a single fright, sometimes I've asked you this:
- Will you dare frame a tiger fearful symmetry with your own eye?
- Will you put masks in movement while showing your face in some tree that was free?
 I remember that sometimes, I wasn't understanding how we comunicated and you told me this:
- You're a simple character in some movie play at bay.
- You're from an ancient city and you do tell me that it's pretty.
 Without cigarettes and only holding a picture of an artist that was a chameleon while changing himself several times lost in a character/theater play.
 I clearly knew two years ago that working with words was my future to be while gazing nature and the sea flowing free.

Terhi's sketchbook

In the woods among nature