German poet

'On a fine day, almost every kind of song makes itself heard', the poet Holderlin wrote somewhere once.

Somedays, it's enough to just be human and to walk around like you know what being human means; that it's of great consequence, like being Greek or German.

All it takes is to be outside, at least for a little while, feeling the sun turn the earth rightside up, watching the boats come in and out of the harbor. 

God what a beautiful city when the sun shines. And the people are so lovely!