El que retrata
The place where you would like to be
But in a world of mouths
I want to be an ear
To know your mission,
by Jens Lekman
My days in Finland are counted. Who would have imagined that I could reach this far? I didn't, I honestly didn't.
I kind of knew that Finland was the type of place that I wanted to be at: distant, melancholic, proud, insecure, cold, slow, introspective and in a the process of defining an identity. I may be wrong, and this is just pure idealisation of my surroundings; everyone is right in its logic.
sisuomi.wordpress.com/2017/03/11/the-place-where-you-woul...
The place where you would like to be
But in a world of mouths
I want to be an ear
To know your mission,
by Jens Lekman
My days in Finland are counted. Who would have imagined that I could reach this far? I didn't, I honestly didn't.
I kind of knew that Finland was the type of place that I wanted to be at: distant, melancholic, proud, insecure, cold, slow, introspective and in a the process of defining an identity. I may be wrong, and this is just pure idealisation of my surroundings; everyone is right in its logic.
sisuomi.wordpress.com/2017/03/11/the-place-where-you-woul...