“Time passes slowly up here in the daylight
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right
Like the red rose of summer that blooms in the day
Time passes slowly and fades away”
(Bob Dylan in Time passes slowly)
Oupeye (B)
The felled storage tank
A meeting point for wires and tubes
Are there any flowers in this backyard collage?
Y a-t-il de l’amour pour les animaux ici?
“I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God …”
(Walt Whitman in Song of Myself, no. 32)
Liège (B)