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| | BJÖRK - Arvika 2003 |
 | | Magic has descended on Arvika, on the late light summer night, on the bewitched crowd; a sea of eyes shining, a forest of arms waving, an oceanic wave of pure love rushing towards Björk, who receives the emotions with a raised head, outstretched arms and an open mouth. |
 | | she enters the hearts of the audience in Arvika with light dance steps, her tongue licking her lips, her fl hair in a new cut storming around her head, making me think of an Icelandic horse, mane flying, the horse floating across the plains in a peculiar tölt gait. |
 | | It is not to be overlooked that this treacherous and sparkling artist does originate in Iceland; a country of glaciers, geysers and volcanoes. |
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