Ripple

Hamburg, Germany.

February 2012.

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine

And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,

Would you hear my voice come through the music,

Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,

Perhaps they're better left unsung

I don't know, don't really care

Let there be songs to fill the air


Ripple in still water 
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

(Grateful Dead - Ripple)

No work today... no inspiration to write an essay for university either... so I decided to gear up for a hike along the banks of the Elbe river. 

Links I like: Joana Rosa Bragança's photostream on Flickr (I love these sets of photographs: #1; #2) and the English Shop - there's a British Shop near the coffee shop, but I don't like their extortionate prices. Now I must admit that the English Shop is rather expensive too, but I just can't go without a number of products that I'd like to recommend to you in case you've never tried them: Galaxy Ripple, white Maltesers, Yorkie, and of course custard cream biscuits.

Goodnight.

- Dom