Winter (by Walter de la Mare, 1912)

Clouded with snow

The cold winds blow,

And shrill on leafless bough

The robin with its burning breast

Alone sings now.

The rayless sun,

Day’s journey done,

Sheds its last ebbing light

On fields in leagues of beauty spread

Unearthly white.

Thick draws the dark,

And spark by spark,

The frost-fires kindle, and soon

Over that sea of frozen foam

Floats the white moon.

That’s me!

Full name: Franz Peter Gruber

Age: 27

Nationality: Austria

Town: Wieselburg

Profession: language teacher, working at Grammar School in Wieselburg

Likes: art (photography, architecture, design), foreign countries / travelling, languages (English, French, Spanish, Swedish, German), English literature (Charles Higson – strongly recommended!!! Higson’s black humour is fab!!!), dancing, international cuisine, nature, sport (swimming, running, badminton), cinema (favourite films: Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, The Life of Brian, Volver, L’Auberge Espagnole), music (Cranberries, La Oreja de Van Gogh), surfing the net… 

Motto: Enjoy yourself in whatever you do!