About This Project
Summer
You sing of beautiful spring days,
Of blossom fragrance and sunshine,
I don’t want to ask for spring,
No summer, summer it must be.
Where everything presses and prepares
For a golden harvest day,
Where every fruit swells and expands
And gives what sweetness lay in it.
I, too, am a harsh, hard one,
Am a fruit that ripens slowly.
O glow of summer, come! I wait,
That your hot breath touches me.
(Gustav Falke 1853-1916, German writer)
Summer
The warmth, the light, the joy of sitting outside in company until late at night....
Date
Juli 13, 2017