Robyn Schmidt & Lovis Krüger are hiking through Europe along the mediterranean coast. We report about it. This is our journey.

Lovis Krüger am 22. Aug 2015, 0 Comments


by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1817)

I met a traveller from an antique land //

Who said: — Two vast and trunkless legs of stone //

Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand, //

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, //

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, //

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read //

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, //

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed //

And on the pedestal these words appear //

‚My name is Ozymandias, king of kings //

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!‘ //

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay //

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare //

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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