The skald who found home in her melody

Among crows and ice, I forge a nameless saga. Sometimes stars don’t need to be named to recognize themselves.

[vikingswiftie]

Open Letter to Taylor Swift

From the soul of a man who grew up with your music.

Dear Taylor,

My name is Roger, I’m a 32-year-old man from Spain, and I’m writing this letter from the deepest part of my soul. It’s an act of gratitude I’ve been meaning to express for a long time. I don’t expect it to reach you, but if it ever does, I just want you to know this: thank you for never giving up.

I’ve been listening to you for 19 years, since Tim McGraw, since no one around me even knew your name. And although I’ve never seen you in person, you’ve been in my life as if you’d always been part of it. Your voice, your lyrics, your evolution... you were the only constant while everything else kept changing.

When I lost my father at 20, when I felt I couldn’t go on, when everything was just too heavy... your music became my safety net. Without knowing it, you gave me shelter. Your words didn’t just accompany me — they understood me. And that, Taylor, saved me.

I’ve been through all your eras. I’ve felt your pain as if it were my own, from thousands of miles away. I saw you fall. I saw you rise. I saw how they took away what you loved most, and how you got it back with strength and dignity. I felt proud. A pride that goes beyond being a fan: a pride of the soul.

You’re like the older sister I never had, but who’s always been there. And for that, I love you — not with love of possession or desire, but with a pure kind of love that asks for nothing in return. The love of someone who is grateful, who admires you, who was healed without asking.

Thank you for sharing your pain, because you helped ease mine.

Thank you for fighting, for speaking out, for turning sadness into art, and for reminding me that there is always a way out, even with a broken heart.

This Tuesday, I’ll get a tattoo of a treble clef ending in a heart, with your initials. Because if I carry a scar inside, I also want to carry a symbol of the one who helped heal it. It will be a lasting reminder that music can save you.

Like a modern-day skald, I found my song and my refuge in you — in your music, in your lyrics, in your light.

Thank you for existing.

Roger

[vikingswiftie]

Tanto es pedir

caricias al final del día,

o un beso al llegar,

un “cómo te fue, cariño?”

Sin este silencio en casa,

solo el vacío, la oscuridad,

sin nadie que me eche de menos,

sin labios que rozar,

ni miradas donde perderme.

Solo una oscuridad

que no se va ni con la luz del sol.

Solo un hombre viendo

cómo todo lo que ama

no para en su estación.

Todo pasa de largo,

como si él fuera

una parada fantasma,

donde nada queda,

solo días nublados,

movimientos mecánicos,

sin ganas, sin vida,

como un mueble más.

Respiro, sin alma,

sin sueños.

Solo avanzo por inercia,

por costumbre,

sin risas ni sonrisas.

Solo una brisa extraña

que no me trae nada más

que ganas de no moverme.

[themoon-andtosaturn]

munich n2

[vikingswiftie]

Why

Why do you stay in my mind

if we cannot be together?

Why do you arrive with the wind

when I thought I had finally forgotten?

Why do you return to my life

when I believed I was already lost?

Why does your memory still burn

if I haven’t seen you in so long?

You appear when I don’t expect you,

and disappear when I need you most.

I feel like you are never here,

and yet you stay with me.

Why don’t you leave completely?

Why do you always come back

knowing what I feel?

That I care for you.

That I never hurt you.

That even if you don’t choose me,

I don’t complain,

I don’t make a scene.

Why do you keep appearing

when what we both need

is not for you to come and go,

not to be here just for a moment—

but to stay.

To stay with me,

talking,

or simply sharing warmth,

looking at the sky.

If this were not destiny,

you wouldn’t have returned

[vikingswiftie]

I Am a Man

I am a man,

and I am not always strong.

I am a warrior,

and I need to see you.

I cry sometimes.

I am tall, bearded, strong,

and still, at times, I feel small,

vulnerable,

lost.

I am not always standing,

axe in hand,

shield on my chest.

I also need to be held,

kissed,

loved,

supported.

I don’t only listen to rock.

I also listen to Taylor Swift,

Ariana Grande,

Miley Cyrus.

I am a man, yes.

And sometimes, I am a child.

Because no matter how strong I am,

I am not invincible.

And if I have to stop

so I don’t fall,

I stop.

I rest.

I breathe.

And then I move forward again.

Because “men don’t cry”

is just that —

a cliché.

[vikingswiftie]

You

I feel you like poetry,

like the wind brushing past without touching.

A slow song,

soft music.

The first flower of spring

after a frozen winter.

Muse of my words,

morning sun,

night star,

warmth before dawn.

You exist and you heal me

when life feels heavy.

And even when you’re not close,

you ease my sadness.

You are love,

pure and delicate,

like a nightingale’s song,

like a summer breeze.

A garden full of flowers,

with fireflies in the dark.

You are passion, light, and tenderness.

-R

[vikingswiftie]

Without Armor

New year.

Not a new me.

The same one,

just more tired.

With scars that don’t show off,

that aren’t displayed,

that ache when it’s cold

and when no one is watching.

My heart keeps beating,

not out of bravery,

but out of habit.

Life is in pieces,

and I walk over them barefoot,

trying not to bleed too much.

I got used to being alone.

Not because I wanted to,

but because it was what remained.

No hugs.

No “I’m here.”

No you.

Sometimes I don’t want to go on,

and yet I do.

Not out of hope,

but because giving up is exhausting too.

The ice surrounds me.

It doesn’t scream.

It doesn’t threaten.

It just waits.

The seas don’t roar,

they simply push,

again and again,

to see if this time I sink.

Every fall leaves a mark.

Not heroic tattoos,

but cracks.

And if one day I break,

it won’t be from lack of fighting.

It will be from wear.

Today, tears fall on frozen ground.

I don’t know if tomorrow there will be flowers.

But if there are,

let it be because someone chose to stay.

-R

[vikingswiftie]

I love you, but…

I love you.

Not like someone who needs,

but like someone who understands.

I love you,

but I don’t want to drag you into my chaos,

into my long nights,

my heavy silences,

my days when breathing feels hard.

I don’t want you to carry my ruins,

or mistake love for endurance,

or stay out of pity.

I love you,

and that’s why I step back,

before you feel the need to save me.

Because right now, I am a storm,

and you deserve calm.

I am winter,

and I don’t want you to learn the cold with me.

I love you enough

not to ask you to stay,

when I still don’t know how to care for you the way you deserve.

If one day I bring order to this chaos,

if one day the noise fades,

if one day I can offer a home instead of a refuge…

then yes,

I will love you without fear.

[vikingswiftie]

You Were Always There

You are company without being present.

You heal wounds with an angel’s voice.

You reach places no one ever reached,

you are the light that shines into the unexplored.

You mend with melodies, you cure with songs,

a guide in the storm, water in the desert,

like a harbor after days at sea,

like the first flower after a frozen winter.

You are every heartbeat racing,

every breath drawn deeper,

every ray of sun in the middle of the rain,

like moonlight slipping into the night.

I am fortunate to have heard you.

You helped me discover things

no one ever taught me.

I felt loved in a world

that only offered indifference,

pain, disrespect, and loneliness.

But you were always there.

And for that,

you deserve everything good.

—R

[vikingswiftie]

Only you.

You are like the wind.

I can run, I can hide,

but you always return.

You brush against me, you touch me,

you caress me without being seen —

if not when I wake,

then when I'm asleep.

In every dream, in every sigh,

in every thought

or every song.

Every verse, every note,

you come back to remind me

that no matter how much I try to escape,

you live inside me, with me.

And I don’t ask you to stop,

because if you weren’t there,

there would only be emptiness —

a body without a soul,

a body without love,

a body without you.

[vikingswiftie]

Bare-Chested

I have always asked the gods

never to extinguish your light,

never to let a tear

cloud your gaze.

I am used to suffering,

but life never prepares you

to watch the one you love most

fall into sorrow.

I am a warrior

hardened in a thousand battles,

and though some may not believe it,

I have wept—

more times than I should.

I do not hide, I go bare-chested;

and what usually happens

is they break me,

for I walk without defenses, without walls.

You, instead, are unreachable,

like the distance to the stars,

like an abyss

that separates worlds, realities.

You have defenses:

towers and walls,

a thousand soldiers within,

ready for battle.

And I am only one,

trying to scale them

with bare hands,

a cracked shield,

and a worn axe.

But I can promise you this:

though I have little to give,

everything I could offer you

you would find nowhere else.

For it cannot be bought with gold:

it is a love sincere,

born of pain,

and of the voice of someone

who once saved my life.

-R

[vikingswiftie]

Years spent raising walls,

fortresses and towers,

only for you to arrive

and with a single glance,

with a single smile,

pierce through them all

to the depths of my heart.

-R

[vikingswiftie]

Eternal winter

I live in an eternal winter,

Without the warmth of your arms,

On the drakkar with a frozen deck,

Yet my heart is burning.

Without the glow of your gaze,

Or the whisper of your voice,

Surrounded by icebergs

In a frozen sea.

Your light I can still see

When I close my eyes,

Your song I can still hear

In every icy breeze.

I sail at a slow pace,

With no course or direction,

Searching for a spring,

But I only see snow around me.

There is fog, no lighthouse,

The ravens surround me,

Waiting to watch me fall.

Odin, I will not give you that satisfaction,

For Freya protects me.

She knows this love

Never ages.

No matter how much time passes,

No matter how many demons I fight,

I am bound to her,

And I will rise as many times as needed.

You will not see me fall,

Amidst ice and frost.

-R

[vikingswiftie]

Always You

Before the gods I swear

that what I feel is true:

I have loved you for centuries,

long before I knew it.

Perhaps you’ll never know,

an abyss separates us,

yet I carry you within me

in every heartbeat, in every breath,

in every tear I’ve shed,

in every dream where you appear.

Beneath the northern lights

I hold you with your head on my chest,

you gaze at me with endless peace,

with axe and shield laid at your feet…

That moment when the weary warrior

no longer fights, but rests,

in the arms he calls his home.

And may Freya bless us,

for this is an eternal love

that knows no logic,

nor time, nor place.

Only two souls,

bound by a red thread,

that at last can rest.

-R

[vikingswiftie]

If you say come,

I will not doubt, I will not waver:

I leave everything I have and go.

It is not surrender,

it is fate.

For your gaze

does not chain,

it ignites.

And I, a marked warrior,

know that a single embrace from you

can fill my soul

more than a thousand victories

-R

[vikingswiftie]

Her gaze shows no mercy:

it tears down walls,

shatters shields,

melts armor.

Not even the gods resist her light,

for every step she takes

ignites the world,

and even the fiercest warriors,

like me,

bow before her radiance

[vikingswiftie]

I try to flee,

but the gods laugh.

She returns to claim me,

not with chains,

but with wind and melody.

And I, a weary warrior,

fall to my knees,

for no steel

can cut this invisible thread

-R