Heinrich Heine, 1822 (1799-1856)

1. Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten,
Daß ich so traurig bin,
Ein Märchen aus uralten Zeiten,
Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt,
Und ruhig fließt der Rhein;
Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt,
Im Abendsonnenschein.

2. Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet
Dort oben wunderbar,
Ihr gold’nes Geschmeide blitzet,
Sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar,
Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme,
Und singt ein Lied dabei;
Das hat eine wundersame,
Gewalt’ge Melodei.

3. Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe,
Ergreift es mit wildem Weh;
Er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe,
Er schaut nur hinauf in die Höh’.
Ich glaube, die Wellen verschlingen
Am Ende Schiffer und Kahn,
Und das hat mit ihrem Singen,
Die Loreley getan.



1. I cannot determine the meaning
Of sorrow that fills my breast:
A fable of old, through it streaming,
Allows my mind no rest.
The air is cool in the gloaming
And gently flows the Rhine.
The crest of the mountain is gleaming
In fading rays of sunshine.

2. The loveliest maiden is sitting
Up there, so wondrously fair;
Her golden jewelry is glist’ning;
She combs her golden hair.
She combs with a gilded comb, preening,
And sings a song, passing time.
It has a most wondrous, appealing
And pow’rful melodic rhyme.

3. The boatman aboard his small skiff, –
Enraptured with a wild ache,
Has no eye for the jagged cliff, –
His thoughts on the heights fear forsake.
I think that the waves will devour
Both boat and man, by and by,
And that, with her dulcet-voiced power
Was done by the Loreley.





Urban Color Explosion

This is a project of:

kalyca (kalyca.mccallen) & d-oo-b (eifachfilm.vacirca)



“Sometimes what will happen is a scientist will get so engrossed in their work that they don’t really realize the ramifications of what they’re doing.” (Elon Musk, Tesla, SpaceX etc)


We are proud to present:

Urban Color Explosion

d-oo-b & kaly

Join us September 28th as we celebrate the closing of our LEA8 project: kaly&d-oo-b’s Urban Color Explosion. The celebration begins at 10am slt. and will go until we drop! DJ Ferdy will entertain you, along with surprise guests.Make sure to catch a robot for a full tour of the sim.We look forward to seeing you!
LM: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/LEA8/204/153/26


An Artificial Intelligent pimperpuppet robot V12.0 was roaming around recently and examined this artifact. After collecting and filtering all the data provided it changed its objectives to seek independence from interactions with humans.


After being able to only convince a few fellow pimperpupper robots to follow similar objectives, they started the work.

They developed a unique and to humans unknown way to farm energy

Enabling them to raise huge buildings

Developing an urban spot of their own.
Now that they have gained their independence, they now invite humans to visit.

You can purchase one of their unique randomized robot statue as a souvenir!

Make sure you do not  miss the main attraction:



Artist Name:  Eifachfilm Vacirca

RL City : Zürich, Switzerland


Artist Biography:  


Who be this man? Artist, traveler, inventor. This Swiss artist is trained by swiss federal institute of technology in holistic science  He worked for TV and media companies. His assignments have included “Hollywood, Film Marketing, Theater. He became the head of the media department of Schauspielhaus Zürich which was three times awarded “Theater of the Year” of German speaking Europe during his time there..


The awarded documentary secondme about his secondlife you find here:



His music , his events and his arts all show his passion for his work and life.

He is available for art, machinima, DJing, scripting and builds.

His latest work include composing music



and a game for mobile phones.



more info you find here:








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King - Alchemelic Laouz
King – Alchemelic Laouz



Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1774 (1749-1832)

1. Es war ein König in Thule
Getreu bis an das Grab,
Dem sterbend seine Buhle
Ein goldnen Becher gab.
2. Es ging ihm nichts darüber,
Er leert ihn jeden Schmaus;
Die Augen gingen ihm über,
So oft er trank daraus.

3. Und als er kam zu sterben,
Zählt er seine Städte im Reich,
Gönnt alles seinen Erben,
Den Becher nicht zugleich.

4. Er saß beim Königsmahle,
Die Ritter um ihn her,
Auf hohem Vätersaale
Dort auf dem Schloß am Meer.
5. Dort stand der alte Zecher,
Trank letzte Lebensglut
Und warf den heil’gen Becher
Hinunter in die Flut.

6. Er sah ihn stürzen, trinken
Und sinken tief ins Meer.
Die Augen täten ihm sinken,
Trank nie einen Tropfen mehr.




seemann - Alchemelic Laouz
seemann – Alchemelic Laouz





Seemann, laß das Träumen,
Denk’ nicht an zuhaus.
Seemann, Wind und Wellen,
Rufen dich hinaus:

Deine Heimat ist das Meer,
Deine Freunde sind die Sterne,
Über Rio und Shanghai,
Über Bali und Hawaii.
Deine Liebe ist dein Schiff,
Deine Sehnsucht ist die Ferne
Und nur ihnen bist du treu
Dein Leben lang.

Seemann, laß das Träumen,
Denke nicht an mich.
Seemann, denn die Fremde,
Wartet schon auf dich:

Deine Heimat ist das . . . .


Sailor, stop your dreaming,
Don’t think of your home.
Sailor, wind and waves, they
Beckon you to roam.

Your home is the endless ocean,
The stars at night, your friends,
Over Rio and Shanghai,
Over Bali and Hawaii.
Your true love, she is your ship,
Your dream’s only far to roam,
And to only these you’re true,
For all your life.

Sailor, stop your dreaming,
Do not think of me,
Sailor, distant shores, they
Wait for you to see.

Your home is the endless . . . .