The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
Marcel Proust
Schwerin
Rostock
Travelling the road last know,
is where I wanna be.
My compass, directing, electing
an open road with golden trees.
Belgium or France maybe England...
When you're on a holiday
you can't find the words to say
all the things that come to you
and I wanna feel it, too.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the stroms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.


