Thy soul shall find itself alone ‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of
Thy soul shall find itself alone ‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of
I returned to Bonn, the city where my life in Germany began in 1993. Since departing for India in 1994, I had been back only
Two years ago Death took away a woman whose endless love and unconditional friendship moulded me. She defined my character, shaped the values that sustain
I have found a song that speaks to me and expresses the depths of my soul. Not only do I adore the music and voice
Now that you have entered with an open heart Into a complex and fragile situation, Hoping with patience and respect To tread softly over sore
The unceremonious arrival of Autumn in Berlin makes me retreat indoors and surround myself with candles and gentle music. Unless I happen to come across