The minute it takes to dance this shall grow in 17 years, carrying out
the core of the work sent out from a now.
The snake heart I ate up tells me to seal my lips.
The dragon fruit I found on my pillow tells me to stay awake.
There is a storm warning in the newspaper today.
I am the Butterfly. I am the Butterfly.
I am the Typhoon, the laughter of the Sun.
Silent are the waves which come out of the horizon.
15th May 2006 in Hanoi
Virpi Pahkinen photographed by José Figueroa