Sunday, June 22, 2008
At the Arctic Circle
This is where the Arctic Circle runs.
There the sun won´t go down in the summer.
That´s the midnight sun.
I wish I were born without a tongue,
that way I would have an excuse.
I'll wait here as long as it takes. I wait on the greatest luck in my life.
I have known a lot of different kinds of luck.
Luck runs through my life like a continuous thread.
It's good that life passes in circles. But mine consists of one circle,
and not even a complete one.
The most important is missing.