Literature

Stille, hjerte, sol går ned
(Heart be still, the sun goes down)

Heart; be still, the sun goes d...
- Jeppe Aakjaer
Now will you rest forever,
My tired heart. Dead is the last
deception,
That I thought eternal. De...
- Giacomo Leopardi
'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,
"You have waked me too soon, I must slum...
- Isaac Watts
One day Mamma said "Conrad dear,
I must go out and leave you here.
But mind now, Conrad, what...
- Heinrich Hoffmann
Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn tha...
- Richard Brautigan
Tonight I have walked with you
along the deaf lanes of sleep,
and now that it is morning
nothing ...
- Gerrit Achterberg
I long for the land that is not,
For all that is, I am weary of wanting.
The moon speaks to me in ...
- Edith Sodergran
THERE stands an ancient castle
On yonder mountain height,
Where, fenced with door and portal,
Onc...
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
On foot
I had to cross the solar system
before I found the first thread of my red dress.
I sense ...
- Edith Sodergran
There is a gentle thought that often springs
to life in me, because it speaks of you.
Its reasonin...
- Dante Alighieri
Don't fear death in earthly travels.
Don't fear enemies or friends.
Just listen to the words of ...
- Alexander Blok
My sweet, here at the foot o fyour last bed
In which you're resting now from your long life,
I've ...
- Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
Strumicki Carnival

March 8th, 2011
Strumica, Macedonia

The Strumica Carnival is an annual fes...
- Daniel
My soul was a light blue dress the color of the sky;
I left it on a rock by the sea
and naked I ca...
- Edith Sodergran
THE water rushed, the water swelled,
A fisherman sat by,
And gazed upon his dancing float
With tr...
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
 Art -  Literature - Saqqara - Tomb of Ptahhotep
Saqqara - Tomb of Ptahhotep
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August 31st 2012
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I stand aloft on the balcony,
The starlings around me crying,
And let like maenad my hair st...
- Annette von Droste-Hülshoff
Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar
cracking in the cold....
- Matsuo Basho