“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… — Nils-Aslak Valkeapää Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
I would like to die as I have lived disappear among the tundra winds be transformed into birdsong — Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa Copy Share Image
“For a long time I though that one had to accomplish something Now I just watch listen receive Live” — Nils-Aslak Valkeapää Copy Share Image
“Everything is so beautiful I am afraid to wake up again to the hard world” — Nils-Aslak Valkeapää Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“If I met myself after a few years would I recognize myself And these thoughts what quarrels between them” — Nils-Aslak Valkeapää Copy Share Image
“Days pass by, months and even years The meaning of life is still as unclear In the evening I sit down let my eyes… — Nils-Aslak Valkeapää Copy Share Image
“I have not planned to become something and what I do is not a job I am not collecting money or property I am… — Nils-Aslak Valkeapää Copy Share Image
“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… — Nils-Aslak Valkeapää Copy Share Image
“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 Valkeapää Copy Share Image
