Kemi [antikvár]

In the palm of winter and sea we are small like the needles of pine. Our light is the light of ice, our windows, the expanses of sea. Ships like enormous birds swim from beyond the shining sheets of ice, stopping at our shores. Theirs is a song of stupendous seas, a song of work and forceful winds, but not even the steely ice can bear the burden of humán dreams.