Far from the world’s market and its colorful life
Lies, inconspicuous and simple,
A land left to the mercy of the waves
That break foamingly on its banks.
I will always keep a faithful love
For this small, sea-wet island:
It is the land where once, many years ago
My cradle stood;
Where I lived the most beautiful time
Where I laughed and played and felt engulfed
by endless love and happiness,
Until homeless I went abroad.
Though it seems a patch of earth forsaken
Small and insignificant to the eye,
It can grasp the deepest misery
And can carry the highest happiness.
I am often drawn to the small island,
And seeking peace, I rush to it.
The memories strong chains
Tie my heart to it.
Today I stood there again and looked
Out to the sea, listening to its sound,
That, not interrupted by civilization’s screaming,
Sang its melancholy song to me.
I saw – shivering with fear –
Only pictures of transience.
My little island! I thought with mourning,
So defenseless, so doomed.
Its shores are rugged and torn,
The waves roll into it with greedy lust,
As if the sea is longing to enclose it
And to pull it wildly down to its chest.
How long? – Who raises the seal of the future?
Who will offer answers to me?
Who can stop the mighty wings
Of the all devouring time?
Uta Warbaum, the creator of this beautiful island, is a German woman who, according to her own words, does not like very much to be in public. She just wants to build, relax and be left in peace. This peace and relaxation you can really feel on Deja-vu, her truly fascinating, somewhat melancholy island. It fills me with a dreamy sensation of – yes – of deja-vu! Thank you Uta for that wonderful place.
Deja-vu, Craft-World is worth a visit and a long, long stay,
says Tosha Tyran…