Montag, 11. Juni 2012
Urlaub in Essen
Mittwoch, 9. Mai 2012
Sonntag, 6. Mai 2012
Sonntag, 1. April 2012
Musiktipp...
Stellt euch einen lauen Abend vor, die Blumen und Bäume blühen, die Vögel singen, es riecht nach Frühling und man genießt die letzten Sonnenstrahlen auf dem Balkon- und dazu diese Musik...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gM0enyfnbD0&feature=relmfu
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gM0enyfnbD0&feature=relmfu
Sonntag, 25. März 2012
Tata....
Meine ersten Minicocottes - yeay! Danke nochmal für das tolle Geschenk - ich überleg mir dann noch was für 8 Personen ;-)))
Freitag, 23. März 2012
some people....
some people go out to party on a friday night.... others end up in bed (alone ;-)) at ten o'clock...
good night to ya all...
ps: Hugo, come home!!!! I miss u so badly!!!
good night to ya all...
ps: Hugo, come home!!!! I miss u so badly!!!
Mittwoch, 21. März 2012
Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
(William Wordsworth)
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