Das Leben ist Kurz


Life is brief.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.           In Flanders Fields, John McCrae. 1919. Making a piece about the 20’s was not only exciting as it truly stroke a chord in me. What not to love […]

Das Leben Ist Kurz (Life is Brief)