A on either side of the ice runway stood a dark fir forest looks grim. Not long before the wind had stripped the trees of the ice sheet that covered them, and through the dim light, which was weakened at times, seemed to lean toward each other, black and sinister. A profound silence reigned throughout the vast expanse of the land. It was the same desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lonely and cold enough that even mean, to describe it, that its essence was the sadness. It had its hints of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than all the sorrows ... a laugh without joy, like the smile of a sphinx, as cold as ice, with some of the severe hardness of the infallible. It was the masterful and ineffable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort involved.
London
Parleman jo i Nord d'un mateixes is not, but neither is different. I Tornata to ara White Fang at the end of the day, Despres d'some jornades frenètiques veritable sense of importance per motius to be, looking for a quiet some time ago but I find that not even the traffic that awaits me in the next seven days, begins to set on me inside. It is the tranquility of whom is known as a shelter for people, the queues at banks, the queues at the supermarket and bars and full of smoke and called friends to take one last beer that is never and the last car and petrol stations and traffic and the smell of stinky paper mill. A copy in English, the other in English because it was in Finland - It was The Wild, The Savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild - I was recovering meanings for hands began to forget: a passion for dreams with Over the years we lose the desire and the certainty of doing it, something like happiness. I can say that now I am very satisfied with my life and I do not see too many people can say so categorically the same.
For pendiente of the Heladería cauce bajaba hilera of dogs with a painfully parecían most well-Lobos. The frost cover a hairy coat. The breath is the helaba in the air as soon as salt-of-mouth was dismissed backwards into airy foam posarse up on their feet in Franchise cristalizaba. Dogs, dogs pulling a sled: reality now so close that archive. Yesterday I gave a story that did not expect, which gave to impossible. On Thursday of next week, flying back to Finland. On Friday it slept in my new home: a cabin in the middle of a forest, surrounded by dogs to be shot to dedicate the whole day. The thermometer is below zero and it takes months to get back on top. Lapland waiting and someday, maybe once a month, down to Äkäslompolo to accept a vodka bar.
Peixcant. Finland, last winter
On the one hand and at the other Heladería cauce erguía is a dark forest of firs appearance of ceñudo. There was little that the wind direction stripped the trees of the ice sheet that covered them, and through the dim light, which was weakened at times, seemed to lean toward each other, black and sinister. A profound silence reigned throughout the vast expanse of the land. It was the same desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that even mean enough to describe it, that its essence was the sadness. It had its hints of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than all the sorrows ... a laugh without joy, like the smile of a sphinx, as cold as ice, with some of the severe hardness of the infallible. It was the masterful and ineffable wisdom of eternity laughing at futility of life and the effort involved.
London and I talked about a North that is not the same, but that is no different. He returned to White Fang now at the end of the day, after a few frantic days for no reason really important to be looking for a quiet time does not match but, despite racking waiting for me the next seven days begins to calarme inside. It is the peace of those who know and be safe from the people, the queues at the banks, the queues at the supermarket and bars and smoke-filled calls from friends to drink a last beer is never the last and petrol stations and car traffic and the nauseating smell of the paper mill. One copy in Castilian, the other in English and was in Finland - It Was the wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild - I go through the hands recovering meanings began to forget: the passion for the dreams that years lost, desire, and the certainty of doing, something like happiness. I can say right now I am very satisfied with my life and I do not see too many people can say so categorically the same.
On the slope of the ice stream painfully down a row of dogs that looked more like wolves. Frost covering a shaggy coat. His breath froze in the air were as out of his mouth was fired back in steamy foam to land on his feet, where it crystallized. Dogs, dogs pulling a sled, that reality is now so close. Yesterday I got a story that did not expect, that was as impossible. On Thursday of next week I will fly back to Finland. On Friday and sleep in my new home: a shack in the middle of a forest, surrounded by sled dogs to those who need to spend whole days. The thermometer is below zero and it will take months to get back on top. Lapland waiting, and someday, maybe once a month, go down to Äkäslompolo to take a few vodkas in the bar.
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