
“I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power, –
that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter
in a silent obscurity.”
(R. Tagore in Gitanjali no. 37)
Blegny (B)
"Picture and text are showing the transitory character of reality"
The beauty of the industrial scene
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