“Der Winter mag scheiden, der Frühling vergehn,
der Sommer mag verwelken, das Jahr verwehn,
Du kehrst mir zurück, gewiß, du wirst mein,
ich hab es versprochen, ich harre treulich dein.”
(Chr. Morgenstern)
Duisburg (D)
Points de Secours: up into heaven!
Our thrones decay
The entrance to paradise?
Only dreams are presented here
“At the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d never
ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she’d memorised in her daddy’s easy chair”
(Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show in The ballad of Lucy Jordan)
Seraing (B)