I am writing a long series on human evolution and the development of human culture.
This text is translated from the closing speech of its first season.
The title is from the song ”Juokse sinä humma” – ”Run my little horse” by the famous Finnish singer-songwriter Tapio Rautavaara.
You can decide for yourself whether this is a story, a poem or a factual text.
There they are, the myths behind the bags.
Birth, and then above the savannah sky,
the moon, like gold, crossing the sky
repeating itself as in a spasm
Moon from period to month,
changing, yet always the same
but with the sun on top
always the same,
again and again year after year,
raises the savannah to the haze
not as important as the moon, of course
that illuminates at night, in the darkness
like the women, the sisters of the moon
then come the rains, as come
as a thankful torment,
like so like so like
As the changing sky
which lightning cleaves, again
always different, but the same as the rain from the day
Then after the rain the earth heavy with grass
green beyond the blue mountains
green to the green sea Lue lisää ”Oh how small are the pieces of my happiness in the world”