No more so lonely...
There was who sought glory, fame, eternity.
They were looking for a home.
There was who were still waiting for someone.
There, in the land where the dragons spitting flames from the earth and the life was extinguished with the frost.
When men touched his land, he was born.
The centuries passed and they disappeared.
Yet from that ship in the distance, Iceland firmly believed that someone would have stopped.
Walking among the pebbles of the beach, with that chick fluttering, observed that dot at the horizon, which slowly disappeared.
And there were days when the wind was a lone voice, so that he could think of being crazy.
It hurt the awareness of being so small, so helpless, so alone .
But that voice, a cold morning, he joined to another, deeper, perhaps an echo, perhaps an illusion in the mist.
Then other voices stood, recalled each other.
Hidden behind a dune, he tried to figure out that mystery.
And here in a bay, a ship was moored, the sails furled and flags raised.
Some men were on the ground, their feet were washed by the waves, in the arms of one of them there were pieces of wood.
A man moved away from the group, looked around, studying the landscape, as if to judge his land, then, underneath those scraggly and long mustache, he smiled.
Perhaps they had found a home.
Iceland was not far, entranced watching those men who moved frantic, that was accumulating piles of wood, caught wild game .
Now, finally, he was no longer so alone.
Now the wind would no longer sang his fears.
Because Iceland had stopped to wait in vain .
Hi guys!
Here's to you a story about Iceland and Ingólfur Arnarson, the first real colonizer of the land, who founded Reykjavik in Iceland, known as the "Bay of smoke" because of the hot springs found nearby.
I hope that you enjoyed it .
See you soon,
Sachi93 .