Lapland

Wouldn't it be nice to travel there again.

A guitar in hand. A voice in stand. A book or two...

And snow, and sauna, and cold ice, and Lapin Kulta, and Lordi, and Apocalyptica....

And reindeer, and solitude, and wilderness, and music...

And art, and nights, and two hour day-time, and drunk santas...

And fireplaces, and sausages, and marshmellows, and Finlandia...

And Salmiakki, and heavy metal, and Metallica, and Oomph!, and Tool...

And Finnish nose, and pink sunrise, and skiing, and fucking expensive restraunts, and frozen trees...

And the northern light, and fucking cold, and abolute quietness, and hibernation...

And moikka, and heippa, and Finnish language, and elves on the run...

And nostalgia, and only us with memories, and red-wine too much, and card-playing...

And a Finland we all remember... and a beautiful winter...

And a reunion, with the land of dreams...

How I miss Finland... and how there I wish to be...

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Lapland, the total ideal of what I call "solitude heaven"... :P

Finland, the total ideal of what I call "marvelous place to live"... :P