"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)
What a joy it can be to renovate
Where my car is almost buried
Small is Beautiful!
We only take the bus
“And the last bus
Comes letting dark
Umbrella’s out –
Black flowers, black flowers.
And lives go on.”
(Donald Justice in his wall poem Bus Stop)
Seraing (B)