Saturday, September 14, 2013


Its bark is worse than its bite. Shag Bay, Geilston Bay. August 2013.

Ein schönes Gedicht, obwohl meine Füße wund sind.

Frühlingsglaube (Faith in Spring), Ludwig Uhland

The gentle winds are awakened,
They murmur and waft day and night,
They create in every corner.
Oh fresh scent, oh new sound!
Now, poor dear, fear not!
Now everything, everything must change.

The world becomes more beautiful with each day,
One does not know what may yet happen,
The blooming doesn't want to end.
The farthest, deepest valley blooms:
Now, poor dear, forget the pain!
Now everything, everything must change.

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