Quite some months ago I sat in a bar and heard of a dream shared by two nurses to visit Iceland extensively, a one month trip through the some of the worlds most beautiful natural wonders, they said. I thought, hey, Iceland must be different, fashion photographers have gone there for specific shoots and all. Ok, I expect it's a rough beauty with some desolate places, but I didn't fully understand the mote behind their shared dream. Now that I've seen Heima, from Sigur Rós, I more than understand their dream. I don't know if meanwhile those two nurses did their trip but I'm hatching my own dream of going there (not so unexpected, as recently, I've been attracted more and more to the lands of the farther North, specially after visiting Denmark).

Regarding Heima I must say it's a perfect production that seems to have been taillored and fine tunned to my personal sensibility. It left me breathless and emotional countless times along the film.

Asside from dreaming we should see the reality, Iceland is only a few degreees from Portugal (temperature and latitude-wise). It even has it's own controversial dam story, their's is Alcoa, ours was Alqueva.


Let's see if we can make it on time before the ice melts...

Mas confesso que falta algo de genuíno... esta outra, que se cruzou comigo já em pijama meio corpo enfiado dentro da cama, é de uma autenticidade perfeita, em tudo consonante com o momento de dizer que o dia chegou ao fim e é hora de deixar o corpo e alma aos cuidados de um sono reparador.

O "casalinho" (de circunstância, musical) do momento. Só sei que este dueto gerou uma música completa e absolutamente víciante que se prende aos ouvidos... e até se veio prender aqui ao blog: