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A broken tower tells pieces mining history

"All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart."

(W.B. Yeats in The rose in my heart)
Liège (B)

Without writing with a pencil there is written “garage”

"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)

A rusty sad girl, died seven and a half years old

"That time is dead for ever, child!
Drowned, frozen, dead for ever!
We look on the past
And stare aghast
At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast, 
Of hopes which thou and I beguiled
To death on life's dark river."

(P.B. Shelley in Lines)
Visé (B)

In the gray zone is sometimes a cheerful yellow button

"Morning's first light is gold renewing what is old
Touching every yellow flower but only for an hour
For day goes down to night
Ending its light
So nature falls, it falls away,
Nothing gold can stay."

(N. Peros in Morning's first light is gold)
Aachen (D)

A supple dance of a dancer torn into pieces

"The girl goes dancing there
On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth
Grass plot of the garden;
Escaped from bitter youth,
Escaped out of her crowd,
Or out of her black cloud.
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer!

If strange men come from the house
To lead her away, do not say
That she is happy being crazy;
Lead them gently astray;
Let her finish her dance,
Let her finish her dance.
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer!"

(W.B. Yeats in Sweet dancer)
Liège (B)