The lotus flower is troubled
At the suns resplendent light;
With sunken head and sadly
She dreamily waits for the night. – Heinrich Heine
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle. – Heinrich Heine

The lotus flower is troubled
At the suns resplendent light;
With sunken head and sadly
She dreamily waits for the night. – Heinrich Heine
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle. – Heinrich Heine
In these times we fight for ideas and newspapers are our fortress. – Heinrich Heine