As she sewed she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful that she thought to herself, „If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood in this frame.“
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely And say for you that the sun don’t shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of … Munich (in this case)
There was a time I did picture puzzles. There are still many good ideas in my brain, maybe I will return to it. The picture always seeks for a common saying, a movie, a song, a person, a book title, a play… anything, that is known by many people. In the following gallery you see the riddles that I did until now. Take a few minutes to guess and then read the solution… Weiterlesen »Riddle
