loreley
She no longer only lives in old legends and poems. Today she may be sitting on a viewpoint above the Rhine, the cell phone switched off, the headphones loose around her neck. Her eyes look beyond the water as if she were looking at the depths of centuries. You no longer know her by name. And yet you meet her - at night on bridges, in the fog on the river, in songs that suddenly appear melancholic. She is Loreley - no longer cursed, not forgotten, but free. Free, but still a mystery.
About loreley
She no longer only lives in old legends and poems. Today she may be sitting on a viewpoint above the Rhine, the cell phone switched off, the headphones loose around her neck. Her eyes look beyond the water as if she were looking at the depths of centuries. You no longer know her by name. And yet you meet her - at night on bridges, in the fog on...Read more