Neem Lisekarel eens mee naar de Efteling. He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven. Enwrought with the golden and silver light,. The blue and the dim and the dark cloths. Of night and light and half-light,. I would spread the cloths under your feet. But I, being poor, have only my dreams;. I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;. Can you tell my life is pathetic.

Once upon a time an ufo flew by. We almost could imagine winter, all in a sudden ice fall from the sky. A little gost on the boat. The harry potter students, the whole city is full of them. Saudade, das gefuehl meines lebens. Gimaraes, here was Portugal born. My room, vol II. Sankt martins laternen basteln mit Merle. One reason to love Portugal.