Last rays of light

I tried to catch you before the night arrived,

when the last sun of this cold summer ran away

but I couldn't grip your light and you escaped like water falling between my fingers

Will you look back?

I could wait an eternity

But there is no use, this toy is already broken

Petals weep

You were playing with my body...

as the waves cherish the shore...

but my body was made of sand...

And after you there is nothing left...

just some empty shells, souvenirs from all those little pains...

and a tiny marble heart

Sail back to me...

In the middle of nowhere...

counting the waves from the other side of the sea...

I know that no one will remember my story...

after I'm blown away like the scent of the roses following the breeze...

don't be afraid and get lost in my forest...

'cause I'll be waiting for you at the other side... for ever

Frozen sea...

At the end of winter, when you think spring is already there...

you walk out Østbanegård train station on a splendorous sunny day...

and the sea is frozen!

The ice grows and cracks...

and watching the city towers from the træskibshavn, you could imagine that Århus was moved far up North...

Until you reach the top of the cliff on your way to Risskov forest and your eyes discover the view of Mols hills at the other side of the bay...

At the end of summer

Will you think of me at the end of summer...

...when nights are so clean

they beat you like a hammer

so blue, blue, blue

Liquid boy, you know all the stories

it's been there since the first cold morning

No more bitter cherry juice,

give me something that I can't lose

Text by Christina Rosenvinge, Glue (Cerrado, Warner 1997)

All pictures by A. Reino on Moesgård strand & Risskov