“O Herr, gib jedem seinen eignen Tod.
Das Sterben, das aus jenem Leben geht,
darin er Liebe hatte, Sinn und Not.”
(R.M. Rilke in Das Stundenbuch)
Liège (B)
"Picture and text are showing the transitory character of reality"
With the eyes open you can see it everywhere
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