
“Nothing is lost, sweet self,
Nothing is ever lost.
The unspoken word
Is not exhausted but can be heard.
Music that stains
The silence remains
O echo is everywhere,
the unbeckonable bird!”
(L. Durrell in Nothing is lost)
Grâce-Hollogne (B)
"Picture and text are showing the transitory character of reality"
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