Muina súre Petri Tikka I métima súre túla, Vanwa anaro anna, Mar olorion cuine. Narquelie sandaron. Ando wistanna. Man lantuva? Lisse maurenyava Tulta nye savien Lustie amatíreo. Mal estel. A estel, melinyel. A hidden wind Petri Tikka The last wind is coming, Gift of a lost sun, Home of living dreams. October, the fire-waning of the firm. Gate into Air. Who shall fall? The sweetness of my need Calls me to accept The futility of hoping. But Hope. O Hope, I love thee. Men Eldalambínen indexuploaded Oct. 10, 2007