which both commands an interest from climatologists and in an historical perspective. During the cold war, the Faroes lay in an ocean expanse of great strategical importance for both NATO as well as the

tenacity to make a naturally sweet beverage in a harsh climate that nobody believed would succeed. The cold winter season, hard work and terroir apples builds a bouqet of ultra premium products. The Nordic

tankarnir um Coru (tí eg haldi framvegis alt snýr seg um hana). Speak to me now It´s getting dark and cold out here And I need someone to talk to, someone to keep me warm All through this night ... Tað dapra

Búi Tyril tyril@PRnewsMedia.com Hugtakið ?Cold Store on the North Atlantic Highway? aftur við tí sannroynd at tað sigla mong hundrað túsund tons á leiðunum kring Føroyar. Hetta er grundstøðið ið frystigoymslan

sum í tíðarskeiðnum 1895-1919 vistaðist í Føroyum í fleiri ár. Í bókini "The Far Islands and Other Cold Places" skrivar hon um, hvussu prátmiklir føroyskir menn eru. Hon vil vera við, at muðurin ongantíð

var byrjaður at gera tónleik. Nøkur fá ár seinni fór bólkurin Straight Ahead at taka skap. Bólkarnir Cold Turkey, har Jørgin Dahl spældi við, og Homo Sapiens, har millum annað Archie Black spældi, løgdu saman

byrjar rørandi: "I got your letter today/ And I miss you all so much here (?) Its so hard and its cold here/ And I´m tired of taking orders/ And I miss old Rockford town (?) They fill us full of lies,

Guðjónsson Blue?n?Icy, ið er samtak av 5 forløgum í Útnorði. Millum úrslitini her er fløgan Rock from the cold seas, sum Jens Guð savnaði. Jens sendir sum nú er norðurlendskan tónleik á lokal støð í Íslandi. Hann

gently a cheerful refrain, but cold Not once has it ever cuddled cuddled that trait which is all That’s why this gentle sea wave embraces the skerry in pain Take me, cold stones, take me love me, please [...] sun falls behind the horizon The fulmars fly full to the slumbering shore The memories stroke you, cold and sore at night from where dreams are arising Streams on the sound, fast flowing in me a pinching [...] please, just one time That’s why the breeze so fondly caresses the naked basalt Take me, cold rocks, take me and comfort me – you, who are all ....... If destiny happens to hinder a peaceful mind, through and

filmar. Aðrir filmar, ið eg havi dámt væl eru, til dømis ”Havet” (2002) eftir Baltasar Kornmákur, ”Cold Fever” og ” HYPERLINK "http://www.dfi.dk/sitemod/moduler/cinemateket/noChild.asp?pid=60&id=88&serie=14"