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Reykjavik the City of Seasons by Birgitta Jonsdottir Thursday, September 19, 2002 Share Print Save Become a Fan It's so small that the whole body of it could fit into the heart of a big city. It's the magical city of seasons where the length of day is never the same. It's where the weather Gods pull the strings of human behavior. Reykjav�k has mountains hugging its borders and ocean sealing it with roaring waves. It wakes up during the midnight hour and breaks out of the cold mask of stress to play in the company of Bacchus. To be surrounded in metallic barbarism while the sensation takes its toll. Hangover and cold turkey colors the streets with empty bottles and broken promises. A leaf with all the colors of autumn flies inside the blindfolded window. To remind that there is more than the habitual rhythm of despair.


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Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner	3/10/2006

I'd love to visit Iceland. I love cold weather. Texas is too hot!! And winters? HA! If we get any precip, it's limited to flurries or an occasional ice storm, which really mucks things up. An excellent, inviting write to visit your country, well done! (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.




Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado	10/26/2002

can i come to iceland? i miss the snow...(it doesn't snow much here in texas during the winter..boo!!) love, from america, your friend, karen lynn. (((HUGS))) :)




Reviewed by na na (Reader)	9/20/2002

Do you have a spare bedroom. Be over on the next flight. Good presentation. Bill Hugs




Reviewed by Lori Moore	9/19/2002

This is so beautiful. Makes me want to visit. A lovely write.