Wenn die Sonne weggegangen
Wenn die Sonne weggegangen,
Kömmt die Dunkelheit heran,
Abendrot hat goldne Wangen,
Und die Nacht hat Trauer an.
Seit die Liebe weggegangen,
Bin ich nun ein Mohrenkind,
Und die roten, frohen Wangen,
Dunkel und verschlossen sind.
Dunkelheit muß tief verschweigen,
Alles Wehe, alle Lust,
Aber Mond und Sterne zeigen,
Was ihr wohnet in der Brust.
Wenn die Lippen dir verschweigen
Meines Herzens stille Glut
Müssen Blicke und Tränen zeigen,
Wie die Liebe immer ruht.
Clemens Brentano
(* 9. September 1778 in Ehrenbreitstein (heute Koblenz), Kurtrier; † 28. Juli 1842 in Aschaffenburg, Königreich Bayern)
Barcelona,Spanien
Jeannette Theresia Paterakis Blog 
A wonderful city, Jeanette! When I look for English on the language choice, English is not there – not your fault… Be well!
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Thanks a lot,yes Barcelona is so diverse, there is so much to explore.We could see such a wonderful architecture and there was such a big variety of street food. I wish you a great day.Many greetings.
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You captured the sunset over Barcelona in the sequence of several photos very well, Jeannette. I also like the poem. Have a great day!
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Thank you so much, it was an unbelievable moment, the atmosphere was incredible. I am very happy ,to have had the possibility to experience this. I wish you all the best, many greetings
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