Index

Matrevis

Home

"Here are our thoughts, voyagers' thoughts,
  Here not the land, firm land, alone appears, may then by them be said,
The sky o'erarches here, we feel the undulating deck beneath our feet,
  We feel the long pulsation, ebb and flow of endless motion,
The tones of unseen mystery, the vague and vast suggestions of the briny
  world, the liquid-flowing syllables,
The perfume, the faint creaking of the cordage, the melancholy rhythm,
  The boundless vista and the horizon far and dim are all here,
And this is ocean's poem." (Walt Whitman)

Resume

Curriculum vitae

Culture

Activities

CyberRelations


This page hosted by GeoCities >Free Home Page

Design and concept by matrevis, edits: 1997/1999/2007