Showing posts with label photo by Alexander Klevan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photo by Alexander Klevan. Show all posts

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Friday, July 23, 2010

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

A Lonely Ship



I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

Sea Fever by John Masefield

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Holy Night

Christmas in Jaffo



Christmas in the City

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Theres The Moon Over Bourbon Street




Theres a moon over bourbon street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
Ive no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While theres a moon over bourbon street

It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can only show my face at noon
And youll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
Ive the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While theres a moon over bourbon street

She walks everyday through the streets of new orleans
Shes innocent and young from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light
How could I be this way when I pray to God above
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While theres a moon over bourbon street
@Sting

The Crossroad

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Friday, May 29, 2009

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Sunday, May 24, 2009