Leman m’attire

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It is the sacred hour: above the far
Low emerald hills that northward fold,
Calmly, upon the blue the evening star
Floats, wreathed in dusky gold.
The winds have sung all day; but now they lie
Faint, sleeping; and the evening sounds awake.
The slow bell tolls across the water: I
Am haunted by the spirit of the lake.

“Lake Leman”, Harold Monro, Before Dawn, 1911

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Paris – Christmas lights

Sharing with you some pictures taken on a walk in my favourite place in Paris.


A golden triangle formed by the Opéra, Louvre, and Haussman, it is definitely a concentrate of Paris. Beautiful classical architecture, the art present in any form! – the Opéra and Louvre of course, but also La Comédie Française, art and antiquities galleries… Add to this typically Parisian gardens (Tuileries and Jardin de Palais Royal), best and the most various restaurants…and, yes, shopping! Should it be antiquarian, or luxuries, or simple classical shopping – everything is there!

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Moscow, baby!

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Ты никогда не бывал В нашем городе светлом,
Над вечерней рекой Не мечтал до зари.
С друзьями ты не бродил По широким проспектам,
Значит ты не видал Лучший город земли.

К нам в Москву приезжай И пройдись по Арбату,
Окунись на Тверской В шум зелёных аллей.
Хотя бы раз посмотри, Как танцуют девчата
На ладонях больших Голубых площадей.

Слова ты вспомнишь мои, Если только приедешь
И увидишь хоть раз Лучший город Земли.

Песня плывёт, сердце поёт, Эти слова – о тебе, Москва!

Л. Дербенев, 1964

Sie macht mich geil ich leide Qualen
Sie tanzt für mich ich muss bezahlen
я должен платить
Sie schläft mit mir doch nur für Geld
Ist doch die schönste Stadt der Welt*

Rammstein, 2014

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Why did I fall in love with Antwerp


With no especial legends of marchings or triumphs or duty,
Assuredly that is the way of it,
The way of beauty. . . .
And that is the highest word you can find to say of it.
For you cannot praise it with words
Compounded of lyres and swords,
But the thought of the gloom and the rain
And the ugly coated figure, standing beside a drain,
Shall eat itself into your brain:
And you will say of all heroes, ‘They fought like the Belgians!’
And you will say, ‘He wrought like a Belgian his fate out of
And you will say, ‘He bought like a Belgian
His doom.’

“Antwerp” Ford Madox Hueffer, 1915

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Birth of the black pegasus

Have you ever asked yourself how do they appear?

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There’s days to fall and days to rise and days for making haste.
Days for seeking out yourself but no days you can waste.
Night times filled with love so good it aches to rest it down.
Endless hallways dark with sleep and rivers dark with sound.
Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me,
tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea.
Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind,
Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.

“Pegasus”, John Denver

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What November looks like in North Bavaria

Romantic and nostalgy…beautiful golden autumn in Deutschland


Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?

Hal Borland

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