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This is my Iceland.
A nostalgic and faded land, made of fog and wind.
Is a non-place far away from any place, it is a feeling you feel when you arrive and that does not leave you when parties.
This is my Iceland.
A farm wedged between past and present, wet grass, raspberries and blueberries.
My Iceland is a blue sky turns black, which becomes green, which turns pink, which becomes a dream.
My Iceland smells of milk and blood, caressing you in the summer and bites in winter.
This Iceland is a handmade wool sweater, it’s a street so deserted by feel alone, it is lava and steam, is ice and sand, it is water that smells of sulfur, is sulfur that smells like home.
Is white smoke in a black desert that tastes like mutton smoked.