The most romantic song ever !

Við gengum tvö, við gengum tvö í rökkurró. /We both walked, we both walked in the twilight.
Við leiddumst hljóð, við leiddumst hljóð um ungan skóg. / We were led by the sound, the sound of a young forest.
Þú varst yndi, þú varst yndi og ástin mín. / You were dear, you were dear, and my love
Og stundin áfeng, stundin áfeng eins og vín. / And the alcohol moments, alcohol moments like wine

Við hlýddum tvö, við hlýddum tvö í húmi ein. / We both heard, we both heard the dusk
Er blærinn kvað, er blærinn kvað við blöð á grein. / The tint is said, tint is said to be us on the article
Ég var nóttin, ég var nóttin þögla þín. / I was the night, I was your silent night.
Og þú varst eina, þú varst eina stjarnan mín. / And you were the one, you were my only star.

Á meðan norðurljósin leiftra um bláan himininn. / While the northern lights are blinking on the blue sky.
Þá sit ég einn og þrái kveðjukossinn þinn. / I sit then alone, waiting for your greeting kiss.

Við hlýddum tvö, við hlýddum tvö í húmi ein. / We both heard, we both heard the dusk
Er blærinn kvað, er blærinn kvað við blöð á grein. / The tint is said, tint is said to be us on the article
Ég var nóttin, ég var nóttin þögla þín. / I was the night, I was your silent night.
Og þú varst eina, þú varst eina stjarnan mín. / And you were the one, you were my only star.

Á meðan norðurljósin leiftra um bláan himininn. / While the northern lights are blinking on the blue sky.
Þá sit ég einn og þrái kveðjukossinn þinn. / I sit then alone, waiting for your greeting kiss.

Á meðan norðurljósin leiftra um bláan himininn. / While the northern lights are blinking on the blue sky.
Þá sit ég einn og þrái kveðjukossinn þinn. / I sit then alone, waiting for your greeting kiss.

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Stairway to Heaven

It’s been a great weekend. I don’t know where to commence.

We first went to stay in a 4-starred hotel, 2-hour-drive to the south of Reykjavik, called Hotel Ranga. It’s actually the 2nd time we went there, first time was to celebrate the 1 year anniversary with my boyfriend.

We had a unbelievable beautiful weather there. The sun was shining, the wind was smooth, everything’s turning pale yellow and it’s absolutely breath-taking.

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Since it’s the season of harvest, in Icelandic tradition, they have a special game menu, meaning, you have all kinds of wild food, wild mushroom, wild salmon, wild puffin (kind of bird existed only in Iceland and part of Scotland), wild lamb meat and of course wild icelandic mountain blueberries picked by hands. You can imagine after all theses wild treat, it’s hard for anyone not going wild.

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We had dinner with a very dear friend of my boyfriend and his fiancé. They’re both turning 80 next year. Yet he’s in a very good shape, he’s such a gentleman and a man of experience. Here, I have to tell this story.

He and his nowadays fiancé was actually the first lovers. They met at middle school at the age of 15, they fell in love. Then they got both married. But after both of their spouses passed away, they got together again! Now they’ve been living together for more than 2 years and they’re still as in love as they were 15. “You have to kiss the person you love everyday and tell her that you love her” he said. They’re the most beautiful couples I’ve ever met.

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Show love to the people you care for, give them hugs, kiss them. It doesn’t cost anything, in return, you receive so much love and caring that make you a loving person.

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Peach

He’s just sitting on the edge of the bed, eating fruits, specifically biting them.
The smell of grape fruit, ananas, orange, kiwi is filled with this small hotel room.
She’s lying on her right side, she likes that sleeping position, not to pressure the heart, back to him, thinking if he would propose her some fruits, if he does, she would like to have a bite of kiwi, but she would never ask. At this very specific moment, she remembered her first lover in Paris. “Why now” she wondered. They haven’t talked to each other for more than a year and last time they saw each other, she could not even remember!
“Oh the peach”
If you describe a person, either by the smell, a piece of music, a plate, a gesture, for him, it must be the peach. He loves that shower gel, called “Le Petit Marseillais”, an old French brand, and they used to take shower together. “How strange it is, at this point.” He’s quite a different person now, being in charge of the business development for a luxury French jewellery brand in Beijing. All she remembered is the loft near Louvre, the peach smell of him and Noblesse Oblige’s “Daddy”.
She turned to another side, face to him, the man who’s willing to give her the whole world to, the man who’s madly in love with her and the man who’s thirty-one years elder than she is.

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