Winter days on Sylt

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky, That does not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As […]

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The poet

  “The train slows down, it’s the Cais do SodrĂ©. I arrived to Lisbon, but not to a conclusion.” Fernando Pessoa    

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