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I would like to die as I have lived disappear among the tundra winds be transformed into birdsong.
Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa -
How about the one who searches so urgently he does not see anything else.
Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa
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The Arctic is a highway. The tree limit, the scarcity of trees, freed people to walk. Particularly in the wintertime. Which connected people physically, communicatively. And mythically. The long nights of winter free people to tell. And to listen.
Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa -
If it's worries you want the whole world is yours.
Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa -
In the heart’s rain in the eye’s fog in the winter’s smoky snow in whirling snow in storms wind which wants to tear my coat off legends stories the blood red dawn of the mind the warm spring between your thighs the only haven
Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa -
I leave to arrive, go away to be closer.
Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa -
In blue Light nature space the whole world, wide grazing land, the open spaces wind across the land and the sky, blue, high.
Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa -
For a long time I though that one had to accomplish something. Now I just watch, listen, receive. Live.
Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa
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Everything is so beautiful I am afraid to wake up again to the hard world.
Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa -
I leave now to return. Travel far to be close.
Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa -
What is it the heart wants why are the thought crying.
Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa -
Perhaps people only exist in my thoughts Perhaps the sky only exists in my mind. When will I wake up and to what
Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa