"Getting old is like writing Haiku
Neither is a prerequisite of existence
You could exist without getting old
You could exist without Haiku
But would that be a life?"(R. Farber in Getting old is like writing Haiku)Visé (B)
"When I bring to you colour'd toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colours
On clouds, on water, and why flow'rs are painted in tints:
When I give colour'd toys to you, my child."(R. Tagore in The Crescent Moon, no. 9)Liège-Sclessin (B)