SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLD MINUTE

The minute it takes to dance this shall grow in 17 years, carrying out
the core of the work sent out from a now.

SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLD MINUTE

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.


Best regards,
Virpi Pahkinen
15th May 2006 in Hanoi 

Virpi Pahkinen photographed by José Figueroa