Skyline Cologne, Germany
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Sonntag, 8. Dezember 2013
Samstag, 9. November 2013
Freitag, 13. September 2013
"I must go down to the seas again, to the lonley sea and the sky,
and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sails shaking;
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide,
Is a wild call and a clear call, that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying.
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over”
and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sails shaking;
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide,
Is a wild call and a clear call, that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying.
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over”
Donnerstag, 22. August 2013
Dienstag, 6. August 2013
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