Asleep winter heart

No more games - she said

Your coldness made me blind

Let me die alone in the asleep forest

- and her heart remained still like the old mill's wheel in the frozen waters

Remember: Some feelings are like the burning embers, you can't see them, but they are just hidden under the snow...

About flowers, mermaids and the faces of trees

The grey colour covers the city...

...and the flowers that used to lighten our streets start fading away...

gone with the wind, or maybe with the stream

surrounded by wooden mermaids

 carved on the old trees

 coming back to life in this original way

 showing us that even a dead tree kan hide many faces

Twilight

When the light becomes blue...

you will find your way on the sky, just follow the line and walk on the water...

don't be afraid, sometimes it's better to walk alone

to be able to reach your goal

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

White smile

Finally, the snow flakes fall down, hiding the concrete and lighting up our town and our minds...

Autumn sun...

Neverending sunsets...

...this is what makes the Danish autumn so magical...

...the golden sunlight makes the trees burn in red colours...

...as the falling leaves design ephemeral carpets...

...and the sky cover our dreams with the most beautiful paintings...

Århus connection

2 female songwriters with Danish roots and 2 things more in common: A place and a film director

The muse of the indie scene in Spain Christina Rosenvinge...

...and the young electro-diva Oh Land

Christina Rosenvinge's father was from Århus...

...and Oh Land started her career learning electronic music at the local music academy.

Both Christina & Oh Land have chosen the young film director Luis Cerveró to make a music video

A liar to love...

...and White nights

2 unique videos for 2 great artists with a place in common: Århus...

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