On the plane. I’m sitting next to a middle-aged actor who is practising his dramatic role out loud over the plane…I notice other people around giving him this glance 😒 and covering their ears with headphones. Me, on the other hand, I had never felt that happy before while taking a flight.
There we were sitting,one weirder than the other : him with his tragic phrases and emotions bursting out of his mouth and me in my medieval robe and pink hat with cat-ears.
But it was the first time when I felt totally comfortable to work on my song texts in a public space where everyone is sitting so close to each other that every word is exposed to the person next to you. I normally never do it. Or if I do I write in Estonian because nobody understands(99%) .This time was different.( to be continued…)
I took a bus,walked,took another bus,Now I’m on the plane.
I have no idea how this plane thing works. I haven’t learned to know that element called “air” but I trust that that human on the first seat has and knows perfectly what it’s all about. I actually haven’t learned driving a car either but I trust that all the humans and the bus driver have and know what it’s all about.
The buses and planes are full.Full of people who have enough trust inside them to step each morning into this crazy world.Crazy,beautiful world.Trust lives within us all even in those who find it hard to find it. Without trust one cannot Live his life ( or at least not with the letter “L” in capitals.
In Universe I trust ❤️
My house looks so empty. Almost all of the things that make this space in-between creme white walls my home are now stuffed inside the huge sky blue suitcase.
Since I was little I have always felt that I need to touch,see and feel all the things that live inside my soul. It’s a wild disco child – so my house is filled with plant patterns and different coloured lights,stars and paper butterflies.And chocolate,there always has to be chocolate.Thank god for the aztecs🙏And then there’s another luggage.It sounds pretty much like fairy dust.If you lift it you can hear the tinkling bells and clockenspiel mixing with the calming sound of rainstick. And I guess for the passers-by I might as well look like a medieval caravan: one of the heaviest costumes did not fit into the suitcase so I’m wearing it all the way from home to New York City today.
My life has turned into a fairytale I’m always carrying with me and writing at the same time. All I wish is to give a little piece of my heart to every one of you through music.I’d be so happy to meet you and dance with you on 17th in this very special concert and cozy party in NYC. You can dress in your favourite pajamas if you’d like. Or come as you are, because you are beautiful the way you are.
See you soon,
Today I’d like to celebrate the beauty of darkness that sometimes makes beautiful melodies find us.
Thank you Dave for writing this song, I have loved it since forever.
For this Halloween I have a really special gift for you – a new single.Well,this time it is not my song…if one can own a song at all.It was originally written and sung by somebody else I simply adore from the bottom of my heart.
During this week I’m constantly dropping hints about the author and so! + you can send me yes/no questions into mailbox,fb,here…wherever.
And those who guess the author of that song,will get the download link right into their 💌-box
Hints so far: It is He.The song has 1 icelandic word in it .
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At first I thought it was a colorful dream of mine…but this colorful dream was actually just a glimpse into the memories of a girl with heart-shaped glasses that I got to see.
I decided to make this video for her and other beautiful and curious beings because I believe our stories are the most valuable part of us all. Those books are worth writing and to be opened because there are billions of people in the world and somebody might need exactly yours, love.