When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
Tag: <span>children</span>
In the U.S. and Mexico, Austria and Australia, Switzerland and Pakistan, and in many other countries, in small apartments and suburban villas, on farms, houseboats, and huts, today, on May 10th, many countries celebrate mothers who are doing their jobs.
I hope you will never hear bombs, child
and hide in bunkers for hours, sometimes even days
I love to start my day with laughter, which often comes in the form of little video clips.
A performing arts group in Vienna, the capital city of Austria, plunges into the adventure of fighting fear! Based on the poem ‘Life doesn’t scare me’, the intergenerational ensemble develops a production in which it confronts itself with the dangers, horror, and craziness of daily life.
How did I become a pompous ass? I am not sure. I wasn’t raised to be arrogant, quite the opposite.
