A little more than a year ago I moved from the coast to the city of Utrecht. While cycling late one night (drunk) I saw this poem. All of a sudden, bamm! there it was, larger than life. Painted on a building somewhere in the middle of the city.
It translates into "Call of the Sea" and it's about a sailor that has chosen to change into a quiet landlocked live, but describes how after hearing the first autumn storm, he knows he someday will set sail again.
It was kinda bizar to see this poem pop up out of the blue, it felt like somebody had somehow put my feelings into (medieval) words an painted them on a building, I knew it had to be an omen! I felt like I had to buy a boat and set sail with the first autumn winds! (Those feelings might have occurred due to the alcohol, and a natural lean to romanticising, dramatising and exaggeration).
Anyway, I had to go back an take a picture of it.
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