(Ljóð um ljóð) Best words, best order… where do we cross the border from chaos into perfect architecture? Where every word is weighted, the texture, warmth and speed of it, rolling of your tongue, The pitch of it, how high the word is strung, and smoothness of it, as it hugs your senses, with slow and delicate caresses… - Where the fruit of passion meets engineered precision, and all the parts fall into place, every single word - and space. - Laurent 1.5.'03 Titillinn er skírskotun til...