“A world without fairy tales and myths would be as drab as life without music”

“In an old family albumEver again you return, Melancholy,O meekness of the solitary soul.A golden day glows and expires.Humbly the patient man surrenders to painRinging with melodious sound and soft madness.Look! There's the twilight.Night returns once more and a mortal thing lamentsAnd another suffers in sympathy.Shuddering under autumn starsYearly the head is bowed deeper.-Georg Trakl (1887-1914)”

“I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.”

“A world without fairy tales and myths would be as drab as life without music”