penhasco : cliff
"É manhã, muito cedo. Ninguém está acordado. Estou de volta ao meu penhasco, ainda a atirar pequenas coisas. Oiço o som que elas fazem a cair. Sigo-as com os meus olhos até se despenharem, imagino o som que o meu corpo faria ao esmagar-se contra aquelas rochas. Quando aterrar, estarão os meus olhos fechados ou abertos? Passo por tudo isto antes de acordares para me sentir mais feliz por estar segura aqui em cima contigo."
"It's real early morning. No-one is awake. I'm back at my cliff still throwing little things off. I listen to the sound they make on their way down. I follow with my eyes 'til they crash, imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks. When it lands will my eyes be closed or open? I go through all this before you wake up so I can feel happier to be safe up here with you."

"It's real early morning. No-one is awake. I'm back at my cliff still throwing little things off. I listen to the sound they make on their way down. I follow with my eyes 'til they crash, imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks. When it lands will my eyes be closed or open? I go through all this before you wake up so I can feel happier to be safe up here with you."
in "Hyper-ballad", Björk

Rodes (Grécia), 2005 : Rhodes (Greece), 2005