Monday, 6 September 2010


  1. Dear GeraldGee,
    every morning I find in my computer the present of a poem. Today it was by the Romantic Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff, and I'll try an (utterly imperfect) translation.

    Moon Night

    It was as if Heaven
    had quietly kissed the Earth,
    that she in blossoms' shimmer
    now had to dream of him.

    The air went through the fields,
    the corn was waving gently,
    the woods were softly soughing,
    so starlit was the night.

    And my soul spread
    far its wings,
    flew through the silent countryside,
    as if it were flying home.

  2. I wish more surgeons would pay attention to that!
    Loved the matricide cartoon.

  3. It is not so funny, if it is true! Oh dear, at such times you are still an