found in the internet

Gandhi's possessions when he died

found in the internet

found in the internet

Anna Akhmatova: White Night

Oh, I’ve not locked the door,
I’ve not lit the candles,
You know I’m too tired
To think of sleep.

See, how the fields die down,
In the sunset gloom of firs,
And I’m drunk on the sound
Of your voice, echoing here.

It’s fine, that all’s black,
That life’s – a cursed hell.
O, that you’d come back –
I was so certain, as well.

The Blues

he is so funny

Horst Janssen übers Zeichnen

Simon Sinek: Why good leaders make you feel safe

Shakespear

PS36,9

For with you
is the fountain of life;

in your light we see light.