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Auf dieser Seite befindet sich eine kleine Sammlung an Gedichten, Bildern,... die wir bekommen haben und die in die Kategorie "Kunst und Kreativität" passen :-)

Johannes schmückt den Grazer Hauptplatz zu unserer Ankunft mit Luftballons (20. Mai 2012).

Elfriede hat uns zu unseren letzten Radtag Wimpel mitgebracht (20. Mai 2012).

Barbaras Radschmuck beim gemeinsamen einradeln in Graz (20. Mai 2012).

Paul, Sigi und Kinder Isabel und Leo verwöhnen uns in Innsbruck (Mai 2012) . Speisekarte und Torte zum fünfeinhalb Jahre Jubiläum unserer Weltreise :-)

Patrick und Noras Beitrag aus Kufstein (Österreich) zu unserer Beradelung des Jakobswegs (April 2012).

Radlermonument am Jakobsweg (Spanien) (April 2012).

Debora und Harris heißen uns wilkommen (USA) (März 2012). Der Geko auf der linken Seite ist übrigens echt:

Candys Briefkasten begrüßt uns (USA) (Jänner 2012):

China und Fahrrad - Kindersitz in Südchina (Oktober 2011):

China und Fahrrad - kreative Fahrräder in Peking (September 2011):

Wilkommen im Haus von Roland und Belinda (www.cyclingwithsally.com) als wir sie in Auckland (Neuseeland) besuchen (Mai 2011). Philipp falsch geschrieben sehen wir als künstlerische Freiheit ;-)

Gedicht an der Wand bei unserem Gastgeber Gary in Wellington (Neuseeland)(Mai 2011):

House by the Side of the Road 

by Samual Foss, 1899

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn

In the place of their self-content;

There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,

In a fellowless firmament;

There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths

Where highways never ran-

But let me live by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

Where the race of men go by-

The men who are good and the men who are bad,

As good and as bad as I.

I would not sit in the scorner’s seat

Nor hurl the cynic’s ban-

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road

By the side of the highway of life,

The men who press with the ardor of hope,

The men who are faint with the strife,

But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,

Both parts of an infinite plan-

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,

And mountains of wearisome height;

That the road passes on through the long afternoon

And stretches away to the night.

And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice

And weep with the strangers that moan,

Nor live in my house by the side of the road

Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road,

Where the race of men go by-

They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,

Wise, foolish - so am I.

Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat,

Or hurl the cynic’s ban?

Let me live in my house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

Gerhards Vorschlag zu unserer Sicherheit im Wilden Westen (März 2010):

Linda, Dave und Paul heißen uns in ihrem Haus in San Diego (USA) willkommen (November 2009):

An vielen Häusern in den USA wehen patriotische Fahnen im Wind. Terry ist da kreativer! (Oktober 2009):

Peter und Thomas wollten nur man "Hallo" sagen (Juni 2009):

Wir wissen, daß Karin und Marten (siehe getroffene Radler) 1-2 Tage hinter uns fahren, und gestalten "Roadart" für sie am Alaska Highway (Mai 2009):

Nehal und Pranay aus Ahmedabad (Indien) schenken uns eine Seite von Nehals selbstgemachter Fahrradgeschichte (April 2009):

Haben wir kurz vor Weihnachten von Siegfried und Hanna geschickt bekommen (20. Dezember 2008):

Gedicht von Paul, mit dem wir eine paar Tage in Australien geradelt sind (Juli 2008):

Side by side,

I see them ride.

A beautiful landscape that lies ahead,

A thinner mat than mine for their outback bed.

After a chilly night a new day dawns,

In the morning light we rise with dreary yawns.

In my mirrow they ride two a breast,

And every night the tent is their nest.

Not an ounce of meat would either of them eat,

And their lightweight food sure had me beat.

We laugh and we chat,

Talk about here and there, this 'n' that.

But when they ride together into the setting sun,

It brings a tear to my eye how they ride as one.

Yet on two seperate bikes is how they dance,

In my dreams of joy would lie such a romance.

It makes me sad but I'm ever so happy to be -

in their glad Austrian company.

Philipp, Valeska and me,

A fine journey we shall have and be.

Your friend Paul.

Nicole und Craig heissen uns in ihrer Wohnung willkommen (März 2008):

Peter teilt uns mit, dass er unseren Artikel in "Die Presse" gefunden hat (Februar 2008):

Karikatur von Alexander Czernin (www.kiwicomics.at) - unser Hochzeitsgutschein für eine Hotelnacht von Eva und Erik (August 2007):

Gedicht von Ismail, den wir in der Türkei kennen gelernt haben (Februar 2006):

I will also give you  below present.. It has been written in Turkish,
translation didn't sound so good. But present is present.

TWO HEARTS TO BIKE

May be this sunset is last sunset,
May be this sunset is end of a life,
During this sunset, some loves finish,
During this sunset, some throws stone to sea for a wish.

During sunset ,two hearts continue to bike,
and PROST the glasses for a hopefull life.

May be this sunsrise is last sunrise,
May be this sunrise is birth of last hope,
During this sunrise, there are many chains to broke,
During this sunrise, there are many flowers to smell.

During sunrise, two hearts continue to bike,
and PROST the glasses for a lucky life.

May be this love is last love of mine,
May be this love is last commend to brain from heart,
May be this love is  sharpen side of the knife,
Please come my youngness back to my life.

During my love, two hearts continue to bike,
and PROST the glasses for a lovely life.