tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post6473805536025712308..comments2023-07-03T09:22:01.637+01:00Comments on tasting rhubarb: ViennaJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690685768980280402noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-51938985728926973472008-04-09T02:57:00.000+01:002008-04-09T02:57:00.000+01:00Such lovely pictures and such lovely words. I spen...Such lovely pictures and such lovely words. I spent a week in Vienna last year and this reminded me of that.<BR/><BR/>The second picture made me smile cos I have one at the exact same place. <A HREF="http://szerlem.blogspot.com/2007/11/around-world.html" REL="nofollow">Here</A>.Szerelemhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17911190230851186924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-66787718002804294122008-04-08T13:16:00.000+01:002008-04-08T13:16:00.000+01:00The perfect city.Perfection kills.The perfect city.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Perfection kills.Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-16992644647344018922008-04-08T10:54:00.000+01:002008-04-08T10:54:00.000+01:00The poem is lovely, thank you.Dale, Schnitzler, hm...The poem is lovely, thank you.<BR/><BR/>Dale, Schnitzler, hmm - well I'm sure a lot of what he wrote about still goes on!Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08690685768980280402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-57456528692664906122008-04-07T21:52:00.000+01:002008-04-07T21:52:00.000+01:00My impressions of Vienna come almost all from Schn...My impressions of Vienna come almost all from Schnitzler. This is a different picture.<BR/><BR/>Welcome home, Jean. Hugs --Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-60515284445545777932008-04-07T19:35:00.000+01:002008-04-07T19:35:00.000+01:00Reading this, I suddenly remembered a poem by Eric...Reading this, I suddenly remembered a poem by Erich Fried, written after his return to Vienna, which he had left at the age of 17:<BR/><BR/>Weil ich nun in der Fremde wohn<BR/>verschwimmst du oft in mir.<BR/>Und manchmal braucht es Mühe schon<BR/>dass ich dich nicht verlier.<BR/>Du meine Freude und meine Welt,<BR/>du Angst und banger Mut! –<BR/>dass ich dich einmal wiederseh,<BR/>mein Wien, ist gut.Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.com