keskiviikko 15. maaliskuuta 2023

The Apple You Can’t Eat

 Una mela che non puoi mangiare


The Apple You Can’t Eat

It isn’t easy to understand this world.

It’s like an apple you can’t eat,

But it still haunting before your eyes

And ask you to swallow.

© Yelling Rosa


keskiviikko 8. maaliskuuta 2023

Next Saturday is My Birthday, and I Like to Give You a Gift


Next Saturday (March 11) is my birthday. That’s why I want to give you something to thank you for visiting my site. At least some of you have wondered how I make my kaleidoscopes. Therefore, I will reveal it to you one way. First, there must be a drawing, the raw print I always make manually. After that, edit the drawing in Gimp, a free image editing program. Still, it is possible to create good kaleidoscopes even from a picture drawn with a pen.

Below is a drawing of the starting point this time. I have added different layers to the bottom part in Gimp.

 Then I started running ornaments from the drawing using the G’Mic add-on available for Gimp. On the GIF presentation, you can browse some of the examples.


Here is a YouTube video on G’Mic to Gimp

This is the path how you’ll find the Kaleidoscope tool:
Filter-menu (or whatever menu where you G’Mic is)/G’Mic-QT/Deformations/Kaleidoscope

Note that the add-on doesn’t work before you open the picture file.



Help Yourself Is the Best Policy to Learn

I am sure you will understand that I cannot give everyone a piece of personal advice. If you are interested in manipulating pictures, you must be very patient and learn things at your own pace.

Please let me know which of the examples most pleases you. When I know your favorite one, I will upload it here so you can download it yourself. You are free to use my drawing and test what kind of ornaments you get with the help of the G’Mic add-on.

If You Want to Give Me a Present

Please watch the video below if you want to give me a present. I am singing my first recorded song with accompanying myself with the guitar.


Experienced in these years

Listen to:

Too much, I have experienced in these years,
Too many are those who owe me tears.
I remember that gray platform
Where the rain carried a friend.


Then do not bloom
My dear apple trees,
Neither anyone whispered in my ear:
Darling, do not forget me.

Never I have been afraid
Yet on this trip until tomorrow.
Little boy has avoided the dangers
side by side the kind woman reflection.

The refrain

I know mothers weeping eyelids
Do not explain the words out loud,
They just give their love for guidance
and prayers for protection.

The final two times:

Now bloom my dear
Sacred apple trees.
They have the heavenly scent,
The fragrance that never go away.

Music and Lyrics by Ilkka Pakarinen 1982,
record out in 1983.

You can make my day by sending the URL of this song to your friends or listening to my music on YouTube because Youtube doesn’t count when someone watches the linked video.


perjantai 17. helmikuuta 2023

The Beginning Is the End


I came near the wet cave,
The velvet of nature.
Soft walls absorbed me.
I heard voices screaming,
But didn't understand them
In the train of flashing
© Yelling Rosa

sunnuntai 12. helmikuuta 2023

Beyond the Dark River; По ту сторону реки смерти

I have already crossed the dark river.
I don’t feel blue or grey.
Unlike in the world of the living
Nobody can doubt my right
To exist anymore.
Death has invited
us to this world.
© Yelling Rosa

Я уже перешел темную реку.
Я не чувствую себя синим или серым.
В отличие от мира живых
Никто не может сомневаться в моем праве
Существовать больше.
Смерть пригласила
нас в этот мир.
© Yelling Rosa

maanantai 16. tammikuuta 2023

One More Push


 One More Push

My mind is tired of thinking
what does this all mean?

Realities have many faces

and they speak different languages;

mostly in languages,

that nobody understands

not me, at least.

Shall I still ascend

like a Phoenix bird from the ashes

or shall I lie down in the firing?

Older people think

even such efforts.

When life itself has changed

to extra effort, one more push

is heavy to carry,

even with brave wings.

© Yelling Rosa