Tojeiro poems, vol.1

Sun, warming my bellybutton

Flowers, taking home in my nostrils

I don’t really know how to rhyme, but

Pizza is life, Tojeiro is love


It’s just as perfect as you wish

It’s ever living, never stopping

With variety of Estonian Jazz*

rock&roll with a lot of cheese

Ja ja, Die Steine Ratte! ‘Assemble, Brothers and Sisters

Where between kitchen and bar you can find temples of 17 Gods

and in the Dinning Hall robot 3D prints cookie cutters

without time, with, ah! great! style, again…and again

yet changing, growing, pulsing, throbbing Funky Town


With great gratitude to you, Tojeiro River,




*some Estonian Jazz: