Skyline Cologne, Germany
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Sonntag, 8. Dezember 2013
Samstag, 9. November 2013
Samstag, 14. September 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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