no calor destes nórdicos

                                             "Winning A Battle, Losing The War"

Even though I'll never need her,
even though she's only giving me pain,
I'll be on my knees to feed her,
spend a day to make her smile again
Even though I'll never need her,
even though she's only giving me pain
As the world is soft around her,
leaving me with nothing to disdain.

Even though I'm not her minder,
even though she doesn't want me around,
I am on my feet to find her,
to make sure that she is safe and sound.
Even though I'm not her minder,
even though she doesn't want me around,
I am on my feet to find her,
to make sure that she is safe from harm.

The sun sets on the war,
the day breaks and everything is new...

"""""

foi a alvura da rotina de três dias a sul

do golfo finlandês que me trouxe as notas e as letras de Erlend Oye

e 

o frio a bater-me na pele lembrando-me que passaram entretanto sete invernos

onde se perderam muitas promessas veladas à custa de outros tantos silêncios.

por isso nem sei que dia foi ontem, antes de ontem ou mesmo hoje. sei que amanhã estarei novamente acordada.